#trying to figure out how they should kiss for romance week
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If anyone wants to know what I want for the holidays, it's for nesta and emerie to kiss
#thinking about them#trying to figure out how they should kiss for romance week#nesta archeron#emerie of illyria#nemerie#im truly in rarepair hell over here#they could be so good
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It’s the summer of ’85. The summer of chlorine-bleached hair and navy blue shorts. Of red felt tip against white board and molten ice cream on sticky hands. Of unexpected friendships and teenage sorrows, snug-in screenings and bumpy car rides. It’s a cruel summer. It’s the summer Eddie Munson climbs through Steve’s bedroom window. Repeatedly.
It all starts the day of graduation at someone's house. Everyone around Eddie is having the time of their life, getting wasted and high while Eddie throws himself a pity party. And judging by the figure hidden in the corner, arms crossed in front of his chest, pout on his lips Eddie isn't the only one. It's weird seeing King Steve, ruler of parties and champion of kegs stands, awkwardly stand on the sidelines of a party. But then again Steve Harrington hasn't been King Steve for a while. He may have won prom king (at least that's what Eddie has heard, he wouldn't be caught dead at prom) but it's been a hot minute since Steve held his head high, acting like his hair was a crown, his varsity jacket a fur coat and sports trophy his scepter. Not that Eddie has paid much attention to Steve Harrington over the years or anything. Eddie knows that curiosity killed the cat, but cats have nine lives and Eddie can definitely spare one, he thinks as he slowly crosses the room and approaches Steve.
"Penny for your thoughts, joint for your sorrows," Eddie asks and holds out a joint for Steve. Steve's eyes widen in confusion for a second, before the frown on his face turns into a soft smile that's going to haunt Eddie's dreams.
"This a pity smoke, Munson?" he says, nodding towards the joint in Eddie's palm.
"Charity actually," Eddie says, "Looks good on my tax return and all. You know the drill."
The soft smile turns into soft laughter and fuck abort mission, abort mission, Eddie thinks. Pretty boys shouldn't be allowed to laugh like that. But Steve does and it leads to smoking the joint in the back of Eddie's van which somehow leads to a far too vulnerable conversation about expectations and failure, about pressure and loneliness and about how Eddie is the prettiest thing Steve has ever seen. It leads to an unexpected kiss and another and another and another that leads to an unexpected hook-up.
Eddie thinks Steve is gonna run the next day, act like it never happened, stay away from Eddie. He might not go to college after summer, but Steve is probably going to leave Hawkins sooner or later, so best for him to just forget everything about last night. Only that Steve apparently doesn't want to forget or to run. Instead, he shows up at Eddie's trailer the next day. For a second Eddie is afraid Steve is going to punch him, he doesn't expect to get pulled into another kiss.
It kinda becomes a regular thing during the first few weeks of summer after that. Steve drives to the trailer when Wayne is out and Eddie climbs through Steve's bedroom window regardless of whether Steve's parents are home or not. Just for the fun of it, the summer romance feeling of it, the drama of it all.
It also makes Steve roll his eyes with a fond smile when Eddie stumbles through his window. It's all fun and games until it starts to become a problem. Because Eddie already had harbored a small but not insignificant crush on Steve while they were still in school and Steve was just the popular jock at the other end of the hallway. But having Steve like this, naked, stripped bare of his clothes and all the pretense he always wore at school like armor? It's life-ruining. Eddie already knows he is not going to start his third try at senior year with his heart intact.
They are a couple of weeks into whatever this is, when Steve mentions his parents forcing him to get a job at the mall, says they'll have to meet up less, talks about the stupid costume with a dorky hat he has to wear, but says Eddie should come say hi, if he wants to. Steve can get him a free scoop or something.
"Ah yes the real benefit in friends with benefits," Eddie laughs, "free ice cream."
Only that friends with benefits isn't quite accurate. They aren't friends, they aren't dating, they are just repeat hook ups. Eddie tries not to be bitter about this, knows this is already more than he ever thought he could get. Despite his instincts telling him not to go see Steve at Scoops because obviously it was just a stupid joke, Eddie goes. He is glad he does because maybe god is real and the indecently short and tight sailor uniform shorts are his way of trying to make up for all the hardship he has made Eddie suffer through.
Steve is a vision in the uniform especially with the dorky hat he claims to hate so much. Steve beams at Eddie when he sees him.
“You came!”
“And will several more times today now that I have seen you in those shorts,” Eddie whispers and leans on the counter. Steve rolls his eyes but blushes slightly. The same shade of red as the scribbles on the white board behind Steve. “What does the you rule you suck mean?”
“That’s Harrington’s score board with our customers,” Steve’s coworker chimes in. Eddie hadn’t paid much attention to her until now. “As you can see he sucks quite a lot at scoring any phone numbers or dates.”
“Oh,” is all Eddie can say. He is glad he hasn’t tried the ice cream yet because he is sure he is about to throw up. Of course Steve is trying to score. They never said they were exclusive and why would they. Why would Steve want to be with some trailer trash boy for anything more than a little fun. Eddie doesn’t know what’s going to happen first: crying or throwing up. All he knows is that he has to get out of here. But before Eddie can run and berate himself for being so fucking stupid, Steve’s hand closes around his wrist.
“I’m taking my break,” Steve announces loudly and pulls Eddie into the back room.
“It’s not what you think,” Steve hurries to explain as soon as the door falls shut behind them. “It was Robin’s stupid idea. She thought my customer service voice was me trying to strike out. I just wanted to get a tip.”
“So you’re not flirting with your customers?”
“Only metalheads with curly hair and a beat up van,” Steve teases. “Robin just assumed because I got the reputation that I was striking out. And I didn’t bother to correct because it doesn’t really matter and it’s not like I can go around announcing that I have a boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” Eddie raises his eyebrows, heart beating in his chest, the word echoing in his mind.
“Well I’d have to ask him first if he wants to be,” Steve grins and puts his hands on Eddie’s hips, pulling him closer. “I had it all planned out. Romantic dinner, candlelight, Judas Priest playing. Might have to up that though since he apparently had no idea how serious I am about him.”
“You know you could make him a pb&j and he would be wooed. He’d be stupid not to say yes to being your boyfriend,” Eddie says and leans in, lips only inches away from Steve. Even without touching he can feel Steve’s lips twist into a smile.
“Yeah?” Steve asks.
“Yeah,” Eddie says before sealing his promise with a kiss.
Maybe it’s not going to be a cruel summer after all.
#steddie#stranger things#steddie fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve harrington fic#eddie munson fic#steddie fanfiction#steddie fanfic
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puppy grin (18+)
continuation of this series of blurbs (untitled; adidas)
contains: steve x reader; shy!reader; reader with a vagina; gender unspecified reader; car sex; masturbation (reader); mutual masturbation; dirty talk; cockblocking!!!
your romance, it seems, is only explored when you’re in his car.
steve’s picking you up again - pulling up with his bmw freshly cleaned and waxed. it’s dusk, but you can see his bright eyes and smile through the window as you approach. he’s wearing green - your favorite. a soft crewneck over a white t-shirt. he leans across the center console to unlatch your door for you, a big hand pushing it open.
you’re heading to bowling. this sleazy place in indianapolis that lets anyone under 21 drink. it’s more of a club than a bowling alley, but there are still lanes. half of your group - you, nancy, jonathan, and robin - actually bowl. not really trying, but getting up from your conversations to haphazardly throw the ball and then finishing what you were saying.
eddie and steve are a little different. sometimes eddie bowls, though it’s better if he doesn’t. he’ll try being funny and almost break the alley in half, and none of you would particularly like getting kicked out. it’s a place to drink, after all. but steve’s only ever bowled once, the very first time you went. back when you watched his fingers slide into the holes and wondered what they’d feel like inside of you. when you’d imagine his biceps flexing while he props himself up on top of you.
but after that, he’d pretty much exclusively go off on his own “to be a whore”, as robin put it. dancing up on people, getting them drinks, going off to the bathroom for a make out session and coming back with his hair a mess.
needless to say, you’ve been avoiding bowling.
and you’re curious how it’ll play out, now that you’re doing whatever this is. you sometimes ignore each other when you’re with friends because the sanctity of what you have is too fun and good for them to ruin. hence why the hookups stay in his car.
but your anxiety is quelled when he leans over and takes your face in his hands, pulling you in and kissing you softly, sweetly. tasting like peppermint and vanilla chapstick. you’re almost upset it isn’t cherry, but you decide to be thankful anyway. your face heats at his attention and you’re sure he’s noticed, but he doesn’t say anything other than a very breathy, “hi.”
“hi.” you can hardly look at him. you’ve seen almost every part of him and yet you shy away from his eyes almost every time.
his thumb swipes over your cheekbone. “you ready? it’s a long drive.”
you nod, biting your lip as you grab your seatbelt and settle into your seat. he’s usually a bit more touchy, but you figure he’ll pull over a mile away from the building to stuff his fingers inside of you. or maybe he’ll lay you down in the backseat and eat you out.
but he starts a lot sooner than that. his big hand on your thigh, burning your skin, while he asks about your week. you haven’t had time alone like this in a few weeks. it feels good, just the two of you, no one around to jut in and ruin it.
“could you do me a favor?” he asks about halfway into the trip, so casual that you figure he needs you to find a lighter for him.
“yeah, of course.”
he smiles at you, squeezes your thigh. his voice drops an octave. “could you show me how you’ve been touchin’ yourself?”
your face heats again. your chest feels hot and cold when you turn to look at him, shy, speechless. this hasn’t happened before.
steve looks out at the road, taps his fingers on your thigh. “you don’t have to,” he sort of mumbles. “just wanna see what you look like when i’m not around.”
you take a deep, shuddering breath, and then face forward again. you let your legs spread slowly, unsurely. this, as usual with steve, is uncharted territory. you let your skirt ride up before looking at him nervously. “should - do you want my underwear off?”
steve looks at you, eyes so warm it makes your chest ache. “how do you usually do it?”
“um.” you feel stupid. “it depends.”
steve hums. “take ‘em off for me? you know i like a souvenir.”
you nod. stomach all tight, fluttering. steve moves his hand back to the steering wheel while you pull your underwear down and off of your legs, putting the fabric in a cup holder. you fear you’ll ruin his seats but steve doesn’t seem to mind. in fact, as your hands reach for your cunt, you figure he actually might like that.
steve reaches back over and pushes your skirt up further. “this okay?” he asks, side eyeing you. “gotta see a little more of you.”
“mhm.” you look at him like he’s the world. you’re so enamored with him. and it isn’t hard for you to obey whatever he asks. you’d truly jump off a bridge if he wanted you to, and you’re relatively confident that he would follow you down. you spread your legs more, your cunt exposed to the air. “like this?”
you’re not relatively confident that he won’t crash the car. he looks for maybe a moment too long, then pulls himself away. “yes. yep. like that, beautiful.”
you hesitate.
“relax, baby,” he coos. “wanna see how you touch yourself when you can’t have me. can you do that?”
you nod, heart pounding. your fingers find your clit and you sigh, leaning back, rubbing in small circles.
“yeah,” he breathes. “tell me what you think about, please?”
“i - i think about when - when you tasted me.”
steve groans, one hand moving down to his crotch to ghost over his growing cock. “our first time together, huh? that’s sweet.”
you bite your lip and nod. “felt so good, stevie.”
he moans again, soft and breathless. “yeah? tasted so good, baby. can’t stop thinkin’ about your pretty pussy, either.”
your fingers feel even more pleasurable now, clit pulsing. “really?”
“you don’t even know. i wore out your underwear in a week. last time?” he interrupts himself with a laugh. “last time, i jerked myself off in the car after i dropped you off just so i could keep smelling you.”
you let your head fall back, eyes drifting shut. “i’d have given you more underwear.”
“i know you would’ve.”
you moan. there’s something about how he knows what he does to you. and yet he’s so whipped for you. “miss your t-tongue.”
“yeah? bet you do. poor little pussy needs attention, huh? you need a kiss?”
“oh my god.”
“you ever use your fingers?”
you shake your head. “they’re not big, doesn’t feel right.”
“jesus.”
your eyes, hooded, open just slightly, enough to see steve pressing his palm into his dick. you grind down on your fingers, rubbing tighter, more focused circles into your clit.
“what about my cock? you ever think of that?”
you don’t know how to answer. because, duh, of course you have. thought of riding him speechless, watching his eyes, all wide and full of wonder, while you take him in deep. or him kissing you hot and sweet while he fucks you in missionary. but you haven’t done that before, and it seems inappropriate.
“wouldn’t you like to know?” you retort, sounding wrecked.
“please?” he begs. “wanna know, do you?”
you nod finally. “but - my fingers -“
“try,” he commands, though his voice cracks. “please, fuck yourself ‘nd think it’s my cock.”
“i’m - i’m allowed?”
“please.”
you can only take one, the stretch overwhelming. but it still works when steve’s panting beside you, your fingers working lazily on your clit. you whimper, grinding onto your middle finger.
“what would you say?” he pants. “if - if you were on my cock?”
“steve,” you moan, chest and neck and face unbearably fired up. “feels so good.”
“yeah?” he’s fucking whimpering. “you think it’ll fit?”
you shake your head. “i’d - but i’d take it.”
he makes a noise deep in his chest. “yeah? you would?”
“mhm. i’d do whatever m-makes you happy.”
“fuck, you’re sweet,” he pants. “such a pretty angel, huh? you all mine?”
“god, yeah,” you mewl immediately. “have been for months.”
the turn signal flips on, and he’s pulling over on the side of the highway. unbuckling himself dangerously fast and throwing himself at you, one hand cupping yours and the other cupping the back of your head. he kisses you fervently, tongue licking into your mouth, rushed and heated.
“want you,” he groans, his fingers on top of yours, feeling you fuck yourself. “wanna feel this pussy on my tongue and fingers and - and my cock, shit!”
he presses open mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck while you fuck yourself, your hips gyrating, desperate for more stimulation. “i need you,” you whine, almost crying, so worked up and aching so badly and steve’s just torturing you. “please, steve, i’ll be so good -“
“i know,” he murmurs, replacing the hand playing with your clit. now free, your fingers clench around the door handle while your teeth grit together. “so good for me. look at you. such a sweetheart, huh.” he kisses the shell of your ear. crowds you into the edge of you seat, makes you sweat. “poor thing, fingers aren’t even long enough.”
you shake your head. “please eat me out.”
“after,” he breathes. “promise, baby, let you ride my fuckin’ face on the way back.”
“unh!”
“c’mon,” he continues. “give me one, right now. show me how you make yourself cum.”
steve takes his hand away and you replace it. he leans back, pushing his jeans down enough to free his cock. he licks his hand and starts stroking, watching you with darkened, hooded eyes.
“quick,” he pants, “d-don’t want to be late.”
you’re both so fucked out and desperate to cum that you nearly miss the headlights pulling up behind you. steve, as if he has a fifth sense for getting cockblocked, senses them before looking in the rear view mirror.
“oh, shit!” he gasps. “uh - comp - company -“
you’re lucky you just have to flip your skirt down, while steve’s desperately shoving his aching cock back into his tight levis. just before the figure approaches steve’s mirror, you grab your underwear, balling it up into your fist.
knock knock knock.
steve rolls his window down.
“is everything okay?”
your breath hitches.
“nance,” steve says, sounding much less fucked out than he did thirty seconds ago. you’re sure he’s a pro at recovering from blue balls. “hey, what’s going on?”
nancy quirks a brow. “what’s going on with you? we saw your car pulled over, is everything okay?” she leans down to look at you, frowning immediately. “you look sick.”
you shake your head. “i did feel - i felt sick, but i’m a lot - i’m feeling better.”
she leans into steve’s window - you hope to god she can’t smell your cunt - and reaches out to touch your forehead. “i think you have a fever!”
“no,” you say quickly.
“nance, get outta here,” steve sighs, swatting lightly at her arm. “just motion sick. you know how fast i drive.”
“are you sure you’re okay?” nancy asks. “you’ve been so sick lately, have you seen a doctor?”
if you only knew, you think. “think i’m just stressed out lately, that’s all. i’m - i’m really looking forward to bowling!”
“do you want to ride with me? jonathan can stick with steve, they’ll behave.”
“i’ll drive slower,” steve promises, bouncing his leg anxiously. you’d be surprised if nancy doesn’t know what’s actually happening. “promise.” he looks to you, holding out his pinky. “promise.”
you take it shakily. “i trust him, nancy,” you say over his shoulder. “we’re almost there anyway, right?”
she nods, looking back at her car. “well - okay. if you’re sure.”
you both don’t have much time to breathe after that, as nancy waits for you to pull back onto the road first. steve reaches back over, smoothing down your skirt over your hot skin, whistling low.
“i swear i’ll make you cum with my mouth twice after all of that.”
you laugh and hold out your pinky. “promise?”
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Good Evening
Alpha Bakugou x Omega Reader
Warning: Pregnancy, OMEGAVERSE, SMUT, domestic fluff, romance, top Katsuki, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, overall Katsuki being horny for his Omega
Linked to "Good Morning" With Eijiro x Reader.
You sat carefully slipped on your shoes right as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Tonight was a special night. A night that you had spend weeks planning because of your husband’s busy schedule. It was finally Bakugou’s birthday, the one day of the year that you were allowed to spoil him and he wouldn’t question it. It was also the one day of the year that he didn’t try and find out your plans that you had in store for him whenever you started acting suspicious.
You let out a breath as you looked over at yourself in the mirror. Today was very important. You had a lot held in store for your Alpha tonight and you were hoping that by the time you got downstairs where he should be by now (judging by your natural Katsuki-clock that you had set in to your own being). Tonight you were already wearing comfortable enough clothes for what you had in store for him. Despite trying to look fancy enough for the occasion, you also didn’t want to over do it.
With a confident breath, you stood up from your vanity and made your way out your bedroom. You climbed the steps to find that the blond haired Alpha was already waiting for you by the front door. His head turning to look at you as he looked away from the pictures on the wall. His crimson gaze locking onto your figure as you descended the stairs.
There was many thing you loved about your Alpha, but there was just a certain way he does things that you couldn’t help but love. From the way that he stood, assurance in every step no matter how he was thinking. The way his crimson eyes, that which reminded you of the deepest and richest of wines that you could only taste on a good night out, would look at things with such an intensity, you were surprised that they weren’t consumed in the flames of his gaze. His soft tufts of hair that were rather wild and untameable and yet uniquely his. Even now as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, with his hands in his pants and soft smirk pulling to his lips, dressed to impress with a button down and looking too good to be just for you, you couldn’t help but thank the heavens that he was all yours.
Bakugou opened his arms and carefully pulled you into his arms and his embrace. “Looks like all that money you spend on clothes is worth it.” He let out lowly.
You chuckled. “It’s always worth it Katsuki.”
He hummed in disapproval despite his face. His eyes looked you up and down before pulling you against him and placing a kiss to your lips, a satisfied rumble coming out of his chest. You purred back at his warm embrace, keeping your hands on his chest as you reached up to meet him. He chuckled and leaned back. “Good evening, Omega.” He let out lowly against your lips. “I see you want to spoil me tonight.”
You nodded your head with a smile. “Of course. Your birthday only comes once a year.” You reminded him as you took his large hands in your own. “I’ve got to spoil you, Tsuki.” You teased using the nickname that you knew he hated.
Bakugou groaned as he rolled his eyes. “You’ve really got to stop using that fucking nickname.” He stated annoyed.
“But why?” You tilted your head. “It suits you so well, Tsuki.”
“Okay, Y/N it’s not funny anymore.”
“Tsuki-bear.”
“Stop.”
“Tsuki, Tsuki, Tsuki, Tsu-”
Your voice stopped in your throat as he lifted a hand up to your throat, not squeezing but the presence of it there was enough to stop your thoughts and actions entirely. You looked up at him with a building tension between your legs as you looked up at him. He smirked at the spike in your scent but mostly at how quick it was to shut you up. He shook his head with a low chuckle. “Sometimes I wonder why I had to be mated to the biggest brat on this planet?”
You lifted up an eyebrow. “Maybe you should ask Eijiro how he feels being friends with you.”
Bakugou went stiff for a moment, his ears turning red for a moment before letting go of you and scowling. He turned away from you to the front door making you laugh at his sharp change of tune. “Let’s fucking go already. We’re going to be late for our reservation.” He gruffed out, his hands shoved into his pockets like he did whenever he was pouty.
You watched the large blond Alpha stand by your front door amusedly. You tilted your head to the side with a raised eyebrow. “And who said I made reservations, Katsuki?” You asked him.
He turned to you confused, his eyebrows furrowed. “Then why the fuck did you tell me to get cleaned up?”
“You had just come back from work.” You laughed motioning to him. “I don’t need you smelling like smoke and who knows what.” You approached him and gently took his warm hands. That was something else you loved about him. His hands. They were like mini warmers. Although you knew that he got really self-conscious about how they could get sweaty because of his quirk, you loved them (even though they did get sweaty- but you wouldn’t tell him that). “Come on.” You motioned behind you. “Lets go.” You urged from him with a gentle simple as you dragged him away from the front door.
Bakugou gave you a sceptical look. He was a naturally sceptical person. He often saw a glass as half empty than half full. However, as you led him you noticed his hand tighten around yours. If there was anything, Bakugou would trust you with his life. He would happily let you lead him into the unknown if it ever came down to it.
The both of you walked through the house you shared in the Pack A estate. It wasn’t a long trek before you led him to the back of the house to the back sliding door. Bakugou let go of your hand as he was stuck staring at outside. You pushed open the sliding door before pulling the shocked Alpha outside. Out in your backyard was a picnic set up for just the two of you. There was a picnic basket and drinks, with candles and petals. It looked more like a set up for valentines day than something for his birthday.
“Sorry, I had to get the fake candles with the batteries just encase one of Izuku’s rabbits came by. I didn’t want to be on the news for getting murdered by the Number One hero because I burned one of his rabbits alive.”
Despite his shock, Bakugou couldn’t help but let out a scoff. “Deku always was attached to those breeding monsters.” You let out a laugh at that before pulling him down onto the picnic blanket. Bakugou couldn’t help but admire everything. It was beautiful and it was clear that you knew him well enough to know that he would have just wanted a nice night with you alone for his birthday this year. With the sun having set and the lights of the candles, he couldn’t help but smile at what you had done for him.
“-so I also got you birthday cupcakes and look! They’re Dynamight themed! And I know you hate flowers but I think you would like the petals but-”
“It’s perfect.” Bakugou interrupted you, taking your hand in his. For a moment he gave you one of his rare genuine smiles that held nothing but pure adoration and love for you. The soft scent of smokey caramel and cinnamon wafted to your nose in a perfect blend that you only knew as your husband. “Thank you.” He told you with something so gentle you didn’t think it could be created from the hands of someone with a quirk that caused nothing but destruction.
You softened your own gaze. You lifted a hand up to his face, wiping at his cheek. “Anything for you, Katsuki.” You told him honestly.
Bakugou and you had your dinner together, something that you always treasured with him. Meals with him were always something that you treasured. It was one of the love languages you shared. Whether good or bad food, just sitting together in the intimacy of sharing a meal in each other’s company was enough for the both of you.
Meals between the both of you were always filled with either stifled or loud laughter as well as filled with stories from your day or from the past. You loved it when Bakugou talked. Sometimes he was more shouting than he was talking, but when he truly just talked to you and shared something with you because you knew he felt safe enough to, always made you smile.
“Okay, okay, come on, open up this one.” You told him, handing one of his presents towards him. The blond Alpha let out a disapproving grumble from his throat but accepted the present regardless. “Come on, this one is from Head Alpha.”
“Doesn’t make it any better.” He stated as he looked at the odd box in his hands. He shook it.
“Katsuki!”
He stopped as he looked up at you. He let out a huff before moving to rip off the orange bow on it. He opened the box and looked inside. He paused for a moment before letting out an annoyed scoff. “That shitty haired idiot.” He set down the box before lifting up a new recipe book. He fought off a smile as he looked at it with a odd smirk. On the front of the recipe book was a picture of the both of them, Bakugou shoving a cupcake in Kirishima’s mouth. The title of the book was called Cooking Mishaps with Blastie. You couldn’t help but chuckle. Bakugou lifted up the card in the box and read it. “Dear Katsuki, Happy birthday man. I know this birthday will be one to remember and I hope you love every second of it. I hope you love the gift. It took a while to remember all the recipes that you taught me since High School (most of which I haven’t gotten right, but it was worth putting together. I hope that we can add a second volume together, as we continue in our lives together. Forever yours, Eijiro.” You watched as his face was moulded into something so pure of happiness and appreciation of what his best friend had written. “PS. I have my own book. So that we can match.” Bakugou shook his head with a tsk. “Ever since he learned that his Omega is pregnant, I swear he turned more sappy than he already was.”
You chuckled as you rested a hand on your own stomach. “Well there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Yah… but no.”
You laughed before lifting up another present. “This one is from Izu- KATSUKI!” The blond had lifted it up to throw it away from the both of you. With a stern look from you he paused and put the box back down gently. “Open it!” You pointed down to the gift box that he had received from his oldest friend.
Bakugou rolled his eyes before moving to open the box, before the box moved. His eyes widened in fear as he stared down at the box for a moment before flicking his eye up at you. “If this thing blows up, I’m blaming you.” You gave him a pointed look before motioning for him to open it. Even more paranoid, the blond Alpha carefully put his ear to the box, listening for any ticking or indication of a bomb (Which was more his style but he had to be careful after what he gave Midoriya for his last birthday). Being sure that the gift was safe, he opened it. His shoulders dropped. “Fuck me.” He groaned. Before lifting up out of the box, one of Midoriya’s rabbits with a Dynamight head band on. Finally it made sense to you why the box had holes in it. There was a letter attached to it that read Happy Birthday Kacchan. You laughed at the gift. Bakugou placed the rabbit to the side and out of the box, knowing that eventually the little animal would find its way back to the Midoriya residence and if not would hop around the estate. He lifted up a small picture frame of the two of them when Bakugou was five years old, the both of them wearing bee themed antennas and party hats, two bright smiling pups. He shook his head with a tsk. “Fucking nerd. What’s next.” He stated putting the gift to the side and patting the rabbit on the head for a moment.
“It’s my gift!” You told him optimistically with a smile. You handed him a box of your own.
“What’s up with people and boxes.” He grumbled as he took the gift from you. As he moved to open it, you carefully lifted the rabbit into your arms. The fluffy little creature looking up at you with it’s Dynamight headband. You giggled at the little animal before setting it back down into the grass to hop back to the Midoriyas. Bakugou removed the card of the gift first, opening it. “Dear Katsuki, Happy birthday…” He looked up at you. You motioned for him to continue to read it. He sighed. “I feel so grateful to have watched you over the past years that we have been together and I feel so unbelievably lucky to have you as my husband, my mate and my Alpha. You mean the world to me and I can only say thank you for allowing me to stay at your side…” He looked back up at you with gentle crimson eyes. He scoffed with a smile before shaking his head. “It’s more the other way around, idiot.” He said lowly as he cleared his throat to continue reading. “Happy birthday my love. From me and someone else special.” Bakugou furrowed his eyebrows at that last part. “Who the fuck-”
You were quiet for the most part, the anxiety eating you up. You motioned to the box. “Open it.” You said quieter than you had been all night.
Bakugou raised an eyebrow before looking down at the box. He carefully removed the lid and moved around the packaging paper. Then he paused. He furrowed his eyebrows for a moment. He lifted up a small onesie. It was much too small for him and too big for the bunny as well. It was themed as his hero costume. The blond Alpha tilted his head to the side as he looked at the outfit. “When did they start making these?” He said confused, before looking at you. Your Alpha seemed to be rather dense today. You didn’t say anything, just shrugging. Bakugou let out a hum as he lifted up another card. He let out a breath. “Another bloody card, alright let me see… Dear-” His breath hitched as he froze. He looked at you in pure disbelief. You fought the tears as you just nodded your head. Bakugou looked at you scared, almost as if it was a greater villain than anything he had ever faced. He shakily looked down at the card again. He swallowed hard before continuing. “Dear Poppa. Happy birthday. This birthday, I’m snuggled safe within Mom’s tummy so you don’t have to worry about me. See you next birthday, safe in your arms next. I can’t wait to meet you, Pops. Love… Love Baby Bump.” Bakugou shakely put down the card to look up at you.
You smiled at him with a bright smile with tears in your eyes.“Happy birthday!” You whispered.
The blond Alpha dropped his shoulders. His pupils dilated consuming his crimson eyes. He let out a breath as you lifted his hands up to his eyes. “Fuck.” He whispered. He tried so hard to control his emotions but more tears just came to his eyes. He sniffed wiping his eyes before looking back up at you. He carefully moved closer towards you, pulling you into his arms with a tight hug. Your own shoulders dropped in relief as you let out a silent gasp, clutching onto him tighter. He moved back slightly looking at you still trying to grapple with what was going on. “You… Baby, you’re…”
You nodded your head with a gentle smile. “Yah. I’m pregnant.”
“How long have you known?” He asked you quietly.
“Two weeks.”
He closed his eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours. His hands moved over to your waist, his thumbs brushing your abdomen. He fought back a sob. He rest his head in the crook of your neck. He wrapped his arms around you, a loud rumble escaping his chest as tears flowed down his face. “Thank you.” He whispered to you.
You smiled with a happy chirp escaping you. This had been something the two of you had talked about and something you knew he had been wanting. Although Bakugou had never thought he would ever have a family, always thinking of himself as too brash or too wild or unsavoury for the domestic life. But you showed him that even people like him could have the life they wanted. You were glad that he was so happy about the news of a pup, a weight being taken off your shoulders in worry.
Bakugou kissed your mark on your neck before moving to kiss your lips. You smiled as you wrapped your arms around him with a smile against his lips. He couldn’t help but hold you tighter, keeping you pressed up against him in want. You purred into his embrace pulling him impossibly closer. Bakugou let out a stuttered breath, before deepening the kiss.
You hummed as he let out a low groan as he kept you against him. The blond Alpha’s large hands moved across your skin before grabbing at your waist and moving down to your hips. He pushed back against you. You chuckled at his eagerness and sudden want for you. You carefully leaned back, lifting a finger up to his lips. “Upstairs.” You whispered with a smile. “Then I’m all yours.”
With a low growl and little to no patience, your Alpha lifted you up into his arms making you release a short scream. Holding you over his shoulder, he raced inside making you giggle. You rarely saw Bakugou excited for a lot of things but whenever he was alone with you, made you see that side with him, especially as he raced up the stairs.
The blond gave little care as he kicked open the door and placed you down on the bed swiftly. You giggled once you found yourself on the bed, looking up at the blond Alpha who had his crimson eyes filled with lust and love for you only aimed at you. He slowly crawled on top of you before capturing your lips with his. You let out a hum at the kiss, your hands moving up his body, one finding itself deep in his hair.
Bakugou kissed you passionately and hungrily as he moved to tug at your clothes, wanting to rip them off of you. He was desperate for you. Much too desperate to care about anything other than bullying his knot inside of you. “Off.” You heard him growl lowly as his palms started to heat up. “All of it… off.” With a tug, you watched as the front of your clothes turned to cinders as he ripped the rest away from you. You gasped, finally getting some much needed air as he tore his own shirt and pants off his body.
Bakugou was quick to find his lips to your scent glands, kissing at your mating mark that he gave you, making you mewl in pleasure at the feeling. His hands traced down your body, over your chest and just over your abdomen for a moment. A shiver ran down his back as a rumble left his chest. The thought that he did that to you, that he put his pup inside of you, made him want to skip foreplay and just pound you into the bedsheets without a single care in the world. It felt like he was falling into a rut with you around him like this. He groaned as he pushed his thick fingers inside of you, two fingers already moving in and out of you to spread you open for him.
You gasped as you arched your back slightly, trying to pull him closer against you. “Katsuki…” You whispered his name into the air as you relaxed back into the sheets, letting him do as he wished. It was the least you could do for his birthday.
Bakugou wanted to hear more of you saying his name tonight. Which was why curved his fingers just right to have you moaning out loudly into the night air just for him to hear. He grinned down at you, with that devilish smirk of his that left you speechless more than once. “Yah… there you go. Being such a good Omega and taking my fingers inside you.” He praised as he moved his fingers in and out, leaving you basically defenceless to his onslaught of pleasure to your body.
The blond Alpha moved his thumb to rub at your clit and you could feel yourself twitch and clench immediately. “Oh fuck, Katsuki!” You cried as you tightened your hold on him, digging your nails into his back to try and steady yourself. It was almost like he was always able to make you shiver at just touching you. “Just like that! Don’t stop!” You begged.
He chuckled. “I can do whatever the fuck I want. It is my birthday after all, but since you’ve been such a good breeder for me, I’ll reward you tonight.” He tilted his head before moving to suck at your neck where your mating mark was.
You moaned as you twisted and turned, the pleasure over coming you as you found your thighs shaking in ecstasy. “Alpha! I- Fuck!” Your thighs clamped around his hand, but it didn’t stop a very determined Bakugou from guiding you through your orgasm. A muffled squeal left you as you felt Bakugou bite at your mark simultaneously, making you feel so bare towards him. However, he didn’t stop immediately making a whimper escape you. “K-katsuki, Alpha, I- I… ah… I can’t take anymore.” He hummed, letting go of you, redrawing his hand that was now covered in slick.
He always loved how wet you would get for him, how much you couldn’t help but succumb to your instincts whenever you were with him. With his other hand he pushed your thighs apart as he looked down at you. You watched him lick his hand with a hum, looking at his hand in desire. Despite the ache in his gums at wanting to just dive his head between your thighs, Bakugou was too impatient for that right now. He wrapped his hand around his cock making you bite back a whimper at the sight. He had that smirk on his face that told you that he was going to be rough with you. You wanted to enjoy it while he was still willing to.
Bakugou guided his cock to your entrance, pressing into you making you gasp as you automatically tensed for a moment. The blond Alpha above you groaned as he pushed his cock inside you, feeling you suck him in and tighten around him like a vice. He let out a low growl at the feeling as he tightened his hands on your thighs. You whimpered at the feeling of his long cock inside you. Finally pushing all the way in, Bakugou let out a groan.
“Fuck you feel good.” He rubbed your inner thighs as he stayed above you. He took a moment to enjoy the feeling of being one with you, a feeling he would never get over. Bakugou looked down at you and for a moment his gaze softened. You were the Omega that captured his heart, enchanted his soul and drove him insane with how much he loved you. He wanted to hate you for making him feel and act like a fool, but you gave him a home. He couldn’t hate you for making his home worth living in. He bent down and placed a tender kiss to your lips.
You smiled into the kiss, knowing exactly what he was saying without saying it directly. “I love you too, Katsuki.” You whispered against his lips.
He scoffed with a tilt of his head. “Yah, you better…” He shot at you before putting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes for a moment. “I love you.” He whispered.
Without wasting another second more, Bakugou found himself thrusting into you like a man on a mission. You let out a moan as you rolled your eyes back at the perfect feeling of his cock inside you. You hummed in pleasure as you enjoyed the feeling of the head of his cock pounding into you and the feeling of every vein of his cock brushing against your velvety walls.
You moaned like a slut on his cock but you didn’t remotely care. Not when he was touching you the way he was touching you, or fucking you the way he was fucking you. There was something so intimate about him staring down at you, his eyes never leaving your body as your body jiggled and was pounded by him. His eyes dilated and filled with want for you.
Bakugou dragged a hand down to your abdomen, feeling the baby bump you had there. It only increased his pace and devours of fucking you. He was your Alpha, no one else and there wouldn’t be anyone else. Call him crazy, but just the sight of you liked this made him feel damn right feral. Here you were, carrying his pup and giving him the best birthday present he could have received. If he could keep you like this, full and happy on his cock, he would.
You cried out as he thrusted against a specific part inside of you that had you seeing stars and going light headed for a moment. You closed your eyes in pleasure as you grabbed at your breasts in pleasure.
You felt a harsh hand tug at your face, forcing you to look up at him. “Uh uh. Look at me when I fuck you!” He growled down at you as he didn’t skip a bit as he bounded into you. His hand moved to your neck, tightening around you which only made you leak more slick onto his cock. “You want me to continue? You want me to continue to fuck another pup inside of you, then you fucking look at your Alpha when he fucks you.”
You nodded your head with a whine, keeping your eyes on him as you wrapped an arm around him. “Katsuki,” You whined, feeling the build up of tension and release rise within you. “Alpha, fuck me.” You urged him as you fought the urge to roll your eyes at how good he felt inside you.
He let out a low growl, feeling that your orgasm was near and so was his. He growled as he ran a hand through his hair. “You’re such a good wife, a good Omega to me. I love you so fucking much.”
“Katsuki!” You couldn’t hold it for much longer, already feeling your own high building up within you.
“Fuck!” Bullying his knot inside of you, you came around his cock, milking him for all he was worth as you held onto him like your life depended on it. Bakugou moaned into your neck, his own form slightly sensitive at the hard orgasm that ran through him. He breathed heavily, small beads of sweat speckling his body as he stayed caging you below him.
You sighed as you relaxed back into the sheets, looking up at him with a half lidded gaze. You let out a low chuckle. “I guess you’re excited about the new pup, huh?”
He let out a grumble. “More like fucking terrified…” He expressed to you, surprisingly honest, but he lifted his head up and gave you a tender look, putting a smile on his face. “But yah… I’m happy. Prince Explosion Murder Demi-god Dynamight is gonna be one hell of a pup.”
“Prince? Demi-god?”
“Well obviously, we’re having a boy.” He stated so confidently with a smug look on his face. He then motioned down to you. “Besides me being Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamight mating with you, but an easily swayed human Omega by my good looks and prowess-”
You hissed up at him before tugging your body up in bed, effectively tugging on his knot.
“AW FUCK!” He cursed loudly. “WATCH THE KNOT!”
“Watch your fucking mouth!” You shot right back up at him. “Geez, sometimes I can’t believe I married you.”
“You love me.” You glared at him but stayed silent. He chuckled as he placed a peck to your lips. “Of course, you love me.”
You carefully put the last dish to dry on the stand. You let out a breath as you sighed, finally having all the chores done for the day. It was already evening in the Bakugou household and another busy and loud day filled with laughter, shouting and miniature explosions. You walked over to the bowl of hot water where you had a bottle of milk already warmed up and ready for your newest pup to consume. You shook it gently as you undid your apron and made your way upstairs.
You carefully stopped by the open door of your eldest daughter and son’s room. Murasuki, the already sleeping blond girl was already fast asleep, her mouth open as she snored softly as drool threatened to go out of her mouth. You shook your head with a low chuckle at the blond haired girl who had managed to go to bed, her part of the room being the darkest with only her explosion nightlight on.
Crouched next to the bed of the other twin in the room was your husband, on his knees quietly talking to a sleepy blond boy who, unlike his sister, was a carbon copy of your Alpha. He had tired crimson eyes that were filled with life and happiness along with soft blond hair. He was happy to have his sire home with him tonight to read him a bed time story, knowing how busy Bakugou’s schedule could be with being the Number Two Prohero. He was already tucked into bed, facing your husband but he wore a Dynamight explosion (more like butterfly wings) headband.
Your son had his palm out, soft tiny pops of explosions over his hands that looked more like fireworks than anything over his soft palm. Bakugou marvelled at the sight of the boy’s quirk, although weak, it was the most beautiful display he had ever seen. “You see, pops.” He whispered up to his sire tiredly as he closed his palm, allowing Bakugou to slip back on the quirk suppressant collar on his wrist for when he slept. “Now I can be a hero.” He whispered up to the blond Alpha.
Bakugou smiled as he ruffled the hair of the small blond boy. “You’ll make a great hero, Hiromu. With practise and hard work you can be just like your old man.”
“Really?”
Your husband nodded his head. “Yep, really. You an protect Mommy and your new sister and Mura too.”
Hiromu let out a disapproving hum. “Mura can take care of herself.” You bit back a chuckle as your husband laughed quietly. The blond pup let out a yawn before turning to rest his head on the pillow. “I can’t wait to be a hero, just like you.” He whispered as he closed his eyes. Bakugou smiled as he put a hand to the pup’s blond hair and kissed his forehead.
You smiled as you continued on your way to the pup’s room. Letting out small whines in her crib was your youngest and newest addition to the Bakugou family. Bakugou Yasu. The whimpering little pup whined as you neared her cushioned crib.
“There, there.” You whispered down to her as you lifted her up and out of her crib.
The little pup whined before settling against you. You smiled. She was the calmest out of everyone else in this house, it was honestly suspicious to have such a calm Bakugou, but you thought that she must have taken after her granddam, Masaru, rather than the blond part of her family. You brought the nipple of the bottle to her lips, letting her latch on as she greedily drank from the bottle with a disapproving hum.
You chuckled at her expression. “Sorry your highness. I didn’t know you were so hungry after already getting fed an hour ago.” You told her gently as she opted to ignore you now and just enjoy your scent and the feeling of your warm embrace.
You felt large arms wrap around your waist making you lean back to the scent of cinnamon, smoke and caramel. You looked up to Bakugou who smiled down at you with his youngest pup. He put a hand to her head making her yip at the attention from her sire.
You laughed lightly. “Already such a Daddy’s girl.”
“She’s a Bakugou.” He told you with a proud smirk. “Of course, she is.” You chuckled at his prideful expression before just looking down at her. Bakugou hummed as he placed a kiss to your neck. “Good evening, my love.” He whispered lowly.
You chuckled. “Evening, Tsuki.”
-Glitch1d
I totally didn't forget his birthday....totally...
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one night only! — gojo satoru and geto suguru.
wc : 2.1k
summary : fem!reader goes to a club with shoko to be free from her scary guard dog besties, satoru and suguru show up anyway, just a bunch of intimacy really. maybe one lil suggestive part w satoru?? mention of wlw shoko and possible insinuation of stoner geto lmao
part of : the star paradox collection.
notes : i headcanon poly satosugu as often toeing the line between platonic love and romantic love bcus these three idiots rlly can't tell the diff sometimes. also shoko is gay and is my gf don't @ me. also this is ooc of how satoru and suguru would be at a club cs lets be fr satoru would be an emotional drunken mess while suguru is in the bathroom smoking or smth
other : im having so many teenage romance thoughts ab poly satosugu. also this was kinda inspired by a poly marauders fic i read agesss ago
current casette : i was never there - the weeknd. me and your mama - childish gambino.
You can feel the bass of the music in your throat, your heartbeat racing to catch up with it.
Parties like these only had one common thread : brainless, brainless fun.
“That one over there,” Shoko murmurs against your ear as discreetly as she can, but just as loud as for you to hear her over the thumping music inside the club. Your gaze moves from the sequin strap across Shoko’s shoulder and over to a girl across the way, a redhead, leaning against the bar and knocking back an expensive looking drink. “She’s pretty.” You turn your head to Shoko’s ear.
Satoru and Suguru have been… hovering these past few weeks.
You love them, truly, the bestest best friends anyone could ask for. But two popular conventionally attractive men by your side at all times? It does put a damper on your love life. Shoko would be able to understand your point of view — if she wasn’t playing for the other team at least.
The redhead looks over her shoulder out at the mass of bodies on the dancefloor, the dark blue dress she has on really accentuates her figure — among other things. “You should go tal–” Before you can finish, Shoko’s mouth is agape, eyes fixed on the girl, and being the wingwoman that you are, you shove her forward a little. “Talk to her.”
“You sure?” Shoko wobbles forward, tipsy but sober enough to take a pretty girl home. The neon lights inside the club flash pink and blue then red and green then pink and—
“I don’t wanna abandon you, name.” You only laugh at Shoko, giving her two firm thumbs up, nudging her forward again, and still, she stands there contemplating. That is, until the redhead turns around and locks eyes with Shoko.
Oh, she’s far gone already.
“Don’t leave my peripheral.” Shoko kisses the side of your cheek and begins to saunter off, just as the song playing in the club changes to a softer, more sensual song.
There’s something about parties. Something that gives you the uneasy feeling two specific people could pop up at any time – two people you’re trying very hard to make clear to that you’re your own woman.
What makes a grown man wanna cry?
You slide back to the spot on the dancefloor you and Shoko shared moments ago, and with a sigh of near relief, you let the music transcend you to a different realm. Your body sways among the masses, a tinge of alcohol probably clouding your judgement because on any other occasion you’d find dancing in public embarrassing—
When it’s time, when it’s time, when it’s time, it won’t matter
There’s a sense of complete euphoria that washes over you, and before you know it, a slender arm snakes around your waist. And despite your better judgement, you know who it is before you look over your shoulder.
It’s an eerily intimate thing, feeling the chill of the six eyes raking over you.
You’re sure Suguru must be the only other person to feel how it feels, the goosebumps that rise on your flesh, hair standing on end. But not in fear. In something else entirely—
“You’re so pretty.” Satoru whispers against the edge of your ear. He doesn’t sound drunk. At the very least he barely sounds tipsy, just a small slur of speech in between, and you look over your shoulder at him.
“Prettier than you?” You stop moving and let out a laugh, and he goes brainless. Crystalline orbs stare down at you, and he pulls your body flush against him, pressing his body into yours from behind.
“Don’t stop,” he mumbles and your body sways, resuming with the rhythm of the blaring music. A whisper of the lyrics leaves his mouth, and you nearly forget how he knows the song — must’ve been in one of Suguru’s playlists. One of those playlists he keeps.
“Satoru—” you’re about to scold him, maybe tell him this is a thin line, one you’ve been toeing for too long.
Satoru brings his other arm around your waist, both his hands meeting in accord atop the flesh of your stomach. He waits for a beat, waits for you to tell him no, but it never comes.
I’m on the edge of something breaking
His head dips to your height, his hair tickles the back of your neck. You can feel the heat from his lips on your skin as he hums along to the lyrics. “Just feel it for a little...” He whispers.
Even in his tipsy but not-so-tipsy state, he knows exactly what he's doing. You think, maybe he’s always known. At least in body but not in mind.
If I keep going I won’t make it
A sigh escapes your lips, something akin to a breath of relief, like a weight lifts off your shoulders.
Satoru’s body grinds forward onto you, and your head tilts back onto his chest, a mouthful of lyrics leaving your mouth in a gasp. “Feels good, yeah?” He grins down at you, pleased, his voice a bit off-key in a more Satoru-like fashion.
“Didn’t know you knew the song,” the words leave your lips as you both lock eyes. He rolls his eyes and sinks his teeth into the exposed flesh of your shoulder playfully.
“Suguru plays it all the time—” He replies, then continues to hum along with the song, his voice barely sounding like his own. “It’s too sexy to not know.”
There’s a sense of comfort in not knowing the depth of what you feel in this moment.
Satoru spins you around to face him, and the breath leaves your lungs. And the moment in between knowing what your relationship is and not knowing all but fades to black.
And with the way he looks into your eyes, and leans forward, you think he just might break the line two.
And it’s all because of you—
The song fades out, to a more upbeat one, and Satoru’s hands fall limp at his sides. Suddenly, you remember how to breathe. And you swallow the lump in your throat, all while he gives you the signature goofy grin you’ve come to cherish.
You turn your head to look across the mini crowd, and Shoko is still there, one arm slung around the redhead as they both knock back shots.
Temporary. It’s no big deal, you and Satoru were just tipsy.
But that sense of relief is short-lived.
Embarrassingly so.
“Boo.” A sharp exhale leaves your lips as soon as you turn your head, and instead of Satoru staring down at you, your view is blocked by Suguru.
You look at him like a lost child, and he rears his head away to laugh at you. “Don’t look so scared, name.” He smirks, slyly, like Suguru always does when he’s taunting.
“You dumbass—” You breathe, a hand colliding with the edge of his shoulder in a soft shove and Satoru can’t help but laugh at the sight before him.
Then, Suguru’s fingers wrap around your wrist, two, then four then he’s tugging you forward, straight into him and Satoru. “Don’t be so mean to me, you’ll break my heart.” He says it so condescendingly, with such a smile that makes your heart leap at your current predicament.
Satoru really wasn’t done. He just brought in reinforcements.
“As if—” You grumble, and the lights dim for a second before flashing a neon purple. And that’s all the time Satoru and Suguru need.
“—I have a heart?” Suguru towers over you, and he bends his knees just a little, resting his chin against your shoulder so you can hear him. “Or as if you could break it?”
You think Suguru’s been smoking. The warmth of his breath against your bare skin makes you shiver a little. You think you feel a little dizzy just from looking at him.
The way his eyes are downcast, eyelids heavy, like he’s bordering on the precipice of eternal sleep or the best dream he’s ever had, one he doesn't want to wake from.
He looks at you like you're the latter rather than the former.
Satoru swings his hand forward, interlocking his fingers with yours, pale slender digits finding purchase between yours as he moves to your side. “As if to both.” He rolls his eyes, and Suguru lets out a soft whistle, “You’re so cold, Satoru.”
The song playing begins to fade out, and Suguru takes advantage of the few seconds before the song switches, that small gap of silence, and he whispers, “Dance with us..?”
“Duh.” You grab ahold of Suguru’s hand with your free one, all while Satoru’s grip on your other hand tightens just a little. “Who else would I dance with?”
These things are no secret, never have been and never will be. And you have a funny feeling you know why your love life remains so stagnant.
How does the old age thing go? Never let your girl have a boy bestfriend. Or worse, two.
The three of you saunter to the middle of the dancefloor, the neon lights flashing shades of blue.
And if you didn’t know better, you’d say whoever the DJ is, they’ve got a sick sense of humor.
Because they manage to play the most romantically erotic song you could ever hear in a club setting. Ironically, a song you recognize from your playlist — no doubt you learned it from one of Suguru’s tracklists. A very extensive one titled with a leaf emoji.
I’m in love when we are smoking that—
Suguru’s arm moves to wrap around your waist from in front, and he tugs you close as the soft tempo reverberates through the room. He shrugs some of his hair off his shoulder, dark eyes finding yours and he doesn’t dare look away for a second.
Suguru must think you're a pipe dream. That you’ll disappear if he blinks.
Your bodies rock from side to side and Satoru doesn’t let go of your hand, instead he slides behind you, following the rhythm you and Suguru have set in tune, raising your intertwined hands to his lips, and for a moment he uses them as a makeshift microphone to sing—
La-la-la-la-la
Suguru grins and he presses his chin atop your head, his other arm coming around to hug you close to his chest, while Satoru meets you both halfway, and it’s really just a sandwich swaying side to side with you in the middle.
I’m in love when we are smoking that—
What initially started off as something so simple, you coming to a club with Shoko wanting to finally get laid since your best friends managed to scare all the guys off — has turned into something so soft, so intimate.
There are never many words, never much explanation when you’re with Satoru and Suguru.
And it’s clear none of the three of you know what this is or where you stand. But for now, that’s okay.
La-la-la-la-la
“You okay?” Suguru dips his head to mumble into your ear, and you nod, words failing you.
In truth, you’ve never felt so soft, so safe yet so… vulnerable. But that’s also okay.
Satoru cranes his neck and leans his body over yours to look between you and Suguru, having not heard a thing. “You two okay?”
And you laugh. Suguru does too.
Suguru’s arms around you keeps you grounded against him, and Satoru’s weight against your back keeps you firm between them. “If you need us to stop… if you need a drink I can—” Suguru tries, but you cut him off with a soft pat to his shoulder.
“Don’t stop,” you mimic Satoru’s words from earlier as your own into Suguru’s chest and he melts. “Yeah?” He whispers.
“Yeah.” You affirm, and he nods, his chin going back to rest atop your head. And you wrap a free arm around Suguru’s middle, the other still softly interlaced with Satoru’s at your side. “M’ happy here.”
“In the club?” Suguru asks, albeit a little louder so you can hear him an amused smile slipping onto his features. “No, just—” Your words fail you. But this, there can’t be any intent without feeling, true unbiased feeling.
And you feel it, coursing through you in soft waves for them.
That unbiased wavy feeling, almost like you’re floating. That feeling for them. Though you don’t quite know what to call it yet.
“Here,” you mumble and a smile stretches onto your face. “With you, and Satoru too.”
Suguru stops swaying a bit, and at the change in movement Satoru stops too, peering over your shoulder to see what’s happening.
But Suguru only grins a little. “I’m happy too,” he says. Then he glances at Satoru, and Satoru glances to you. “I guess if you two are so happy, then me too.” Satoru chuckles.
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Hellloo, I've been shamelessly reading your fics. Love your writing 😭💙 I hope you don't overwork yourself tho, 20+ asks are a lot and I kinda feel bad adding to that....
I wanted to ask for the sumeru boys (Kaveh, Alhaitham, Cyno, Tighnari) reaction to being kissed by the reader(best friend). She got fed up of little hints and decided to level it up 😊
Thank youuu 💙
Aww, thank you so much<3
Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm taking breaks often so I don't exhaust myself with writing all the time, but thanks<3
Characters Included: Cyno; Tighnari; Alhaitham; Kaveh
Content: female reader; getting together; the boys are oblivious; many fluff
Word count: 2,2k words
Hope you enjoy!
Cyno
God, he would be so oblivious to your advances
he prides himself on being the General Mahamatra and how perceptive one has to be for this line of work, to be as sufficient and successful as him
yet when it comes to romance, he has no clue about anything at all
you have fallen for the man long before you guys even became friends
you always found him interesting, yet his stoic and mysterious attire made it difficult for you to just simply approach him
the friendship started slowly, but it grew steadily. Your romantic feelings for him never once faultered, but you didn't want to risk the friendship you had with him, so you stayed silent
for a few years, you were happy just to be by his side and call him a friend
but as it tends to be, feelings only grow bigger the more you try to ignore them
You still didn't want to just outright tell him, so you started dropping little hints to him that you liked him
your shoulders brushed together more often then they should, touches lastet longer than usual, you tried subtly flirting with him
and yet, nothing seemed to work. Everyone around you figured out your hints pretty quickly, even Tighnari did and encouraged you to keep trying, but Cyno was just oblivious
he never noticed anything different, brushing your behaviour off as it just being yourself
after a few more weeks of trying, you finally got fed up with him and decided to do something a little more drastic
Cyno had been gone on a mission for the past week. He had returned today and you both have made plans to meet and catch up over dinner
While dinner was enjoyable to you as usual and you had a pretty good talk, he still didn't catch up to your hints
so, as he was walking you home, like he always insisted to do to make sure you got home safely, you decided that it was finally time
once you arrived at your front door, Cyno was already saying his goodbye and turning to leave, you quickly grabbed his wrist
he wanted to ask you what was wrong but before he could do so, his eyes widened in shock as he felt your lips on his
it was only a brief moment, the touch only lastet a few seconds, but it was enough to make him feel all flustered, his cheeks turning a different shade of red
he looked at you, completely frozen, his fingers reaching up to touch his lips, eyes still fixed on you
you try to smile at him, but giving his wordless reaction up until now, you grew nervous.. did you just mess up?
meanwhile, Cyno seemed to have a sudden moment of realization, thinking back to all the times before where he never understood your hints
now, he simply grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in for another kiss, surprising you, but you weren't about to reject him, anyways
this time, the kiss lasted longer, it was more than just a touching of lips together
"Sorry it took me so long to notice.", he whispered once you separated again, and you knew that you didn't make a mistake at all...
Tighnari
LOTS OF PINING!!
Being friends with Tighnari can be difficult at first thanks to his personality standing in the way sometimes
he's a great leader to the forest rangers and people respect him, but his personality in private is not really different from that, so it can be a bit overwhelming for some people, choosing to only keep the relationship professional
not you though. You took a liking to him the first time you laid eyes on him. You knew instantly that you were attracted to him
So, you decided to just test your luck, dropping little hints here and there
Wether it be in conversations, trying to flirt with him when appropriate, or through actions, making him some snacks that he likes or offering your help with his reports
Though, much to your dismay, he never took it as anything else than a friendly gesture from you, thinking that you were just looking out for him in your own way
It frustrated you, but you also didn't have the courage to simply tell him right at the beginning of getting to know him
And that's actually a good thing, because thanks to getting to know him better, you got to learn so many different things about him, which only made you fall for him even more
And it also gave you more than enough time to mentally prepare yourself for the moment when you were going to make the desicive move, which you knew you would have to make at some point in time if you wanted to progress with him
And today, it seemed like it was the perfect opportunity. He had invited you to join him on a patrol through the forest, since his initial accompany got sick and couldn't go
You happily accepted the invite, keeping him company since you weren't a forest ranger yourself. You loved hearing him talk about all sorts of things and how happy he seemed to be about someone seriously listening to him
Currently, he was in the middle of telling you some fun facts about a glower you ran into. You stood closely to him as you kept looking between him and the plant
Once he was done with his explanation, he looked over at you for a reaction. And in that moment, you decided tontake a leap of faith and just be bold
"That's interesting.. you're really good at explaining stuff like that, Tighnari."
He blushed slightly from your compliment and wanted to say something, but the words were caught in his throat when he suddenly felt a pair of lips press against his cheek
His entire face exploded in a blush as he stared at you, his hand coming up to cup his cheek where you just kissed him. His expression was one of disbelieve.. like he didn't think what just happened was real
You giggled at his reaction then got up and started walking back in the direction of the village
"Huh? Wait, (Name)! What does this mean? Why did you..", he trailed of, not being able to say it out loud
"You're smart, right? I'm sure you can figure it out, fox boy!", you turn and say, smiling at him. Yet he noticed a faint blush on your cheeks as well
He then rushed to catch up to you, his mind running at a thousand miles per hour, thought rushing through his head
You couldn't possibly feel the same way as him...right??
Alhaitham
For someone so smart as him, it's actually surprising that he did not pick up at your attempts of flirting at all
He is clearly aware about the concept and, in theory, he knows what flirting looks like
He just never thought that he would ever be on the recieving end of it, since most people find his personality to be insufferable, so why would anyone be interested in a relationship with him?
And it's not like he was actively looking for one, either. He was happy with the life he had build for himself, no need to complicate things in any way
You, however, have beem attracted to the Grand Scribe of the Academiya for a few weeks now
What first started out as mere acquaintances meeting in the House of Daena from time to time grew into a mutual sort of friendship where you two would mostly talk about books youbwere reading and sometimes other aspects about your life
Well, it was just a friendship for him. For your part, you were hoping that you would be able to build up something off of that, but he was just way too oblivious for your advances
When you got out of your way to cook your lunch, you intentionally made a bit more, so you could give some of it to him
He took it, but didn't think anything else of it. Verbally flirting was also off the table, he just didn't pick up on any hints, and pick-up lines also didn't work on him
At some point, even Kaveh noticed your attempts at flirting. He offered you his pity but still wished you look on yojr endeavours
However, only few days after that encounter with his roommate did you finally loose your cool
You had yet again invited the Scribe to join you for dinner, which he accepted. While eating, he told you about his day and how he was approached by a female scholar today
As he told you about his encounter, you soon had a realization
"Alhaitham.. that poor girl was flirting with you..", you say to him after listenting to everything he told you. This made him think for a few seconds before answering
"I'm sorry, but I disagree. I do believe I would have noticed of she was flirting with me."
"Oh, you mean like how you noticed that I've been flirting with you?"
You didn't mean to say that, the words just slipped out before you could hold them back. But now it was said, and he was looking at you with a shocked expression
"What?", he asked, blinking at you like he just heard you wrong
You decided that now was as good a time as any other, so you just took the risk and leaned into him, placing a gentle, quick kiss to his lips
You pulled back quickly, but then suddenly, a hand in your neck pushed you back into him, entangling you in another kiss
You were surprised by this turn of events but quickly closed your eyes as you enjoyed the kiss
When he broke the kiss, he gently took your chin in his hand, making you look up at him
"I'm sorry for not noticing sooner."
"It's fine. At least you're aware now.", you smile and he also gently laughs at this
Kaveh
Oh boy..
With how much of a social butterfly this man is, it's almost impossible to believe that he wouldn't pick up on any flirting attempts
Or, maybe it's better to say that he does pick up on them, but he never really takes them seriously
Mostly because usually, the people flirting with him are strangers, and the only thing strangers look for, are people's appearances
And he doesn't want to get with someone simply because of his looks. He wants the person to know him already, to want him for himself and his personality, not something so shallow
And yet, when you start dropping hints at him, flirting with him, he immediately shuts that idea down in his head, blocking out all the signs until he becomes literally blind to them
The reason? He doesn't belive himself to be worthy of someone like you. He thinks himself not deserving of your love and affection, so he annhialtes the idea before his heart can raise any false hopes
You also notice this change in behaviour from him, since he starts acting a bit more distant from you. You don't think too much of it though and continue to flirt with him, dropping subtle hints here and there
At some point, he starts hanging around you less and less, and you start thinking that maybe you made him uncomfortable with your advances
So, you give him some time and space since it didn't seem like he wanted to be around you
However, that set Kaveh off, thinking now that he did something wrong for you to stoo seeking him out like you usually do
It takes some time but eventually, you find back together and you start hanging out again, yet your feelings for him still keep hanging in the air between you two, always left unsaid
So, you decided that you had to play with open cards with him, or else nothing was ever going to happen. And you would rather just be honest with him than make him uncomfortable with your flirting again
So, one night while hanging out at your place, you decided that this was the time to make your move on him
While you were having a break from your previous conversation, you looked at him for a breath moment before getting up from your spot across from him and went to sit right next to him
You could tell that the gears in his head were turning, trying to figure out what you were doing
You didn't say anything as you slowly began to lean into him, analyzing his reaction
You saw Kaveh's eyes widening in realization, yet you kept calm. You continued to go slowly, giving him ample time to react if he didn't want this to happen
However, when he did nothing, you closed the last few inches and placed your lips on his in a sweet, gentle kiss
His eyes, as well as yours, were now closed, both of you enjoying this moment to the fullest
When you parted after a few more seconds, you were both blushing profusely, yet you held eye contact with him
He placed his hands on your cheeks, before speaking in a soft, almost trembling voice. "Are you sure about that? With me?"
You just smiled at him and pulled him into another kiss, giving him the answer he needed to know
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Crashing On Crush.JJK 6 [m]
crush!Jungkook x reader / Hoseok x reader
Genre: smut; series; romance; angst
Words: 5.1k
Synopsis: What happens when your first encounter with your crush is Jungkook seeing your ass?
Warnings: angst; broken heart; mention of death; protected sex; oral sex (f. receiving)
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Graduation Day. Today, you finally graduate from college. It's officially the end of your long academic journey and the beginning of the 'real adult life'. You have dreamt about this day for years: being finally able to introduce yourself as a Master's Degreed Cultural Business professional. You've planned this day a hundred of times with Suzi. You should be happy, party with your friends, have fun. But your mood is miles away from that. The poor seven days after Jungkook's broken your heart weren't enough for you to heal.
Jongseob is by your side though, the exact same way you were for his high school graduation. He looks so happy for you that you don't want him to worry about you. So you put a fake smile on your face and act like everything's fine. His innocent eyes are shining with pride and affection and that puts some ointment on your ripped heart some what.
"How is it to be free from school?" He asks you with his imperfect yet so cute smile
"I guess you'll have to finish college to know" You answer while he winces.
Jongseob hasn't decide yet if he wants to go to college next year. You wish he would so he can have more choices in the future but you don't want him to be unhappy and force him to do something he doesn't like.
"You're no fun, Noona"
You stick out your tongue at him to tease. He hugs you tight and you feel good for the first time in days in his arms. You realize that the little boy you met years ago is becoming a strong man. His embrace is getting more and more powerful, just like he is turning into an adult. You're proud but also a little bit worried that maybe he won't need you anymore. But it's far from the truth: you will always have a special place in Jongseob's heart because you had been and will always be his family, even when he was alone.
"I love so much, Jongseob" You whisper emotionally, so thankful to him to lighten your mood while he has no clue of it
"I love you too, Noona"
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"Please, Kookie!"
"No, it's not a good idea" Jungkook sighs
She has been yapping in his ears for fifteen minutes now and Jungkook's starting to have a headache.
"Come on! We haven't hung out for years! It's gonna be fun!" She is pouting, trying to coax him while he sighs for the thousandth time.
Jungkook sits on his couch, trying to not remember how it felt like when he has hold you in his arms at the very same spot a few days ago. It seems like years ago to him now. A harsh pinch in the heart makes him wince at the thought. He misses you so much.
The past week, he has tried everything to forget you: he has worked overtime to keep his mind busy, spent hours in malls with her talking about new fashion trends - as if he gives a fuck about it - and he has been working out a lot. Right now, he doesn't want to do anything. He just wants to stay home, alone, and try to fix his damaged heart. He has given up everything, given up you, for her and she was asking for more. How much could he handle until the breaking point?
"I swear, we gonna have fun, Kookie. We don't even have to drink so you could take your lovely fancy car"
Jungkook stares at her with narrow eyes, trying to figure out if it's a good idea. It's definitely not. Yet, he says:
"Okay, but no drinking" He is not sure he'll have the patience to deal with a drunk person tonight while he surely wants to get wasted to forget you a few seconds.
"Yes! Thanks, Kookie!" She brightly yells, throwing herself at Jungkook's neck and giving him a big kiss on the cheek.
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"Can you tell me once again why we are here?"
You are grumpy. Even when Suzi has tried by all means to cheer you up, it didn't work. Tired from trying, your best friend ended up dragging you - against your consent - in a club.
"Because we have talked about it a thousand times and we agreed on celebrating our graduation months ago. Come on, it will be fun, I promise" Suzi softly says to you, kissing your cheek
You can't blame her, it's true. You, indeed, were supposed to party after the graduation ceremony and go to the club since Suzi loves it. You promised her. But when you did, you didn't know that a tattooed man with piercing would break your heart. However, you enter the club and the loud music is already hurting your ears. This is going to be a long night.
Everyone is so happy. Suzi, your friends from college and Taehyung are all dressed up and in the mood of partying. Not you. You didn't even put any efforts on your outfit: just a simple pair of jeans with a - oh, fancy! - lilac bardot top. You try, you really try to be in the mood, smile and joke with everyone but you can't. Every time your eyes close, you see him. His long, black and smooth hair. His beautiful dark doe eyes. His perfect lips. Those same lips that kissed you and then opened to say 'I love you' to another girl.
You give up hope on having a good night and walk straight to the bar. Alcohol will be your friend tonight. You directly order two shots of vodka, wishing that after that you won't have this handsome man in your mind.
Next to you, a woman appears.
"A diet Coke, please!"
You tense immediately. This voice. No. No, no, no. This can't be. Fate can't be this cruel to you. You don't hear well because of the shitty and loud music. But you can't help turning your head at her. It's her. The girl you saw in Jungkook's arms. She is gorgeous. Long dark, almost black, straight hair. Beautiful brown almond eyes. And a perfect smile with full lips. The smile you should have on your face tonight.
You just stare at her, speechless.
"Celebration night?" She asks you cheerfully while your heart squeezes in pain
"Yeah" You answer with a white voice
You just pray she is alone and he is not here. But who are you kidding? The odds have never been on your side. You are just unlucky. So, of course, he walks right at her, not even noticing you. And that fucking hurts.
"You said no alcohol" He talks in her ear
Seeing him this close to her, her back leaning on his buff chest is painful. This is everything you wanted and Jungkook has it, with another woman. Your heart burns and its beats echo in your ears. You feel your throat drying and your eyes watering.
"Relax, Kookie, it's just a Coke"
Then, Jungkook's eyes meet yours. The surprise is more than visible on his perfect face - the face you wish you didn't miss this much. You still remember how his lips felt on yours, how his long almost touching shoulders hair felt under your fingertips. It felt so good so why does it hurt so bad now? Why does he have to look so good in his black t-shirt and same color jeans when you look like trash? Didn't he feel any pain last week while you were crying every night in your bed? It looks like it...
"Y/N?" His deep voice becomes suddenly raspy and is almost a whisper
"Oh, you know each other?" The girl says and then smiles at you, even that hurts you "I'm Mina, Jungkook's girlfriend. Nice to meet you"
You feel like throwing up. Jungkook has a girlfriend and he cheated on her with you. And now you are facing her! How are you supposed to face her? You feel so guilty. You don't even look her in the eyes. It takes everything from you to give her a weak 'Nice to meet you too'.
You notice your two shots that the bartender has just put on the desk and drink them one shot. The vodka burns your throat and your stomach, which makes you wince, but it's nothing compared to your fucking torn apart heart.
You walk away, putting as much distance as you can with Jungkook and his girlfriend. Your vision is blurred by burning tears and you are struggling to breath. You bump into so many people on the crowd dance floor on your way to the exit. At some point, you run into Suzi. Her smile immediately fades away when she sees the panicked and hurt expression on your features.
"What's going on?"
"I-I can't stay here. I'm sorry. Jungkook, he-I'm sorry" You can't speak properly with your erratic breathe and messed up brain
You push Suzi's hands off of your body and run to the door, begging for air.
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It was a bad idea. Jungkook knew it. He should have said no to Mina. The way you looked at him and then, the sorrow that twisted your pretty face... He couldn't take it. He swears he heard his heart break again when you left.
"Why would you do that?" He speaks harshly to Mina
"Do what?"
"Say you're my girlfriend"
"Because I always do that. I say I'm your girlfriend, you say you're my boyfriend. We always do that" Mina frowns
"We did. Don't do it anymore"
Jungkook clenches his jaw so tight that his teeth hurt. But he knows that it's not over when a furious Suzi walks straight to him. He has never seen his best friend's girlfriend like that. If eyes could kill, he would be dead for sure.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Suzi shouts, pushing harshly Jungkook's chest with her two palms.
He winces more from the pain caused by her words than her gesture.
"Wooh, calm down. Who the hell are you?" Mina intervenes and it's a fucking bad idea
Suzi glances at the girl. Your best friend gets even angrier when she understands everything: the real reason why you were so heartbroken is this girl. Jungkook lied to you! He made a fool out of you! He played with your heart so easily and now he is having a good time with a girl? Suzi can't bare with it.
Suzi has known you for four years and you are one of the most important people in her life. You shared your room at the beginning of college, you were there when her stupid ex-boyfriend cheated on her the first year, you helped her moving with Taehyung. You love her and she loves you. During all the years you have been friends, Suzi has never seen you being mean to someone. You are always kind, you always try to please everyone even when that means you being uncomfortable. You are the best person she knows and fuck! you don't deserve any of this twisted situation. You deserve the kindest man and he would be the luckiest person on Earth to be loved by you.
"You piece of shit" Suzi hisses with disgust "How could you do that to her? Y/N is such a nice girl. Do you have any idea how much she's cried the past few days?"
Jungkook's heart tighten, feeling your pain just like his. He swears he didn't want to hurt you but he didn't have a choice. Not when Mina was here and he had to take care of her. He wants to tell Suzi to stop talking because knowing how much you have suffered because of him is too much to handle. However, if your best friend thinks he is an asshole and tells you to stay away from him, then he would know there is no chance for him and he wouldn't be tempted to run after you and beg you for forgiveness.
"Stay away from her! Don't ever talk to her again! You don't deserve anything from her, not even a glance, not even a thought. And I don't want to ever see you again so don't step in my apartment again"
With that, Suzi leaves, her heart pounding with adrenaline, anger and sadness for you.
"Is everyone crazy in Seoul?" Mina jokes
Jungkook doesn't even talk back and walks through the crowd. He needs air. Everything around him is too heavy: the air in the club, the heat from sweaty people, and the huge pain of his heart. It's all crushing him.
The second he pushes the heavy exit door, the air slaps his face. He steps aside the small crowd near the entrance wanting to enter the club or smoking a cigaret. Everything is so fucked up in his life. He needs to think and to convince himself he can't be with you. But that's so hard when he sees you panting and crying in the middle of the street, just a few meters away from him. He doesn't want you to cry for him, he is not worth it. He wants you to be happy and that's the only reason why he's pushed you away. However, when he sees you like this, he wishes he could travel back time.
His body is moving instinctively and he doesn't notice he is hugging you until he feels your body tightly pressed against his.
Your eyes widen. For a moment, just a second, all the pain is gone. Jungkook's warm and strong arms around you make everything bad disappear. It's so easy for him to make you happy - or sad. A small part of you forgives him everything immediately and is willing to not ask any question as long as he keeps you in his arms. But the other part is too hurt and overwhelmed by how right it feels to be in his embrace.
You try to push him away but he is way stronger than you.
"Get off of me!" You exclaim, sounding more hurt than angry
He does distance himself from you but not too much. He still has his big palms on your bare shoulders, making you look at him in his pretty eyes. You swear you can see as much pain as you feel but it can't be true: he has a girlfriend, he doesn't love you and he lied to you. It's just your imagination because it's what you wish so much: him to love you.
"Y/N, I'm so sorry"
His voice is broken, his eyes get watery and you close yours in disbelief.
"I don't want to listen to you. You lied to me! You lied to her!"
Your eyes are red and big round tears are rolling on your cheeks. This is pathetic, crying in front of him. You try once again to get rid of his hands.
"Listen to me, Mina is not-"
"Don't touch her" A strong man's voice cuts Jungkook off while he is pushed by the stranger
You look up at your savior and you gasp. Hoseok, the sunshine in the darkness. How ironic is it to meet your first ever crush when your current one has broken your heart?
You are equally surprised to see him than to see how his features are tensed while he is sweetest guy in the world. You haven't seen him in years. Strangely enough, he was the reason why you wanted to move to South Korea for your studies.
Hoseok, while he is almost seven years older than you, was your neighbor abroad. He was born in Korea but his parents moved in the house next to yours when you were six. Your parents are friends and you can't count how many evenings you've spent together. As a teenager, you began to have your very first crush on your handsome neighbor. He was sweet, nice and always smiling. When you think about him, your heart is full of happy memories. Of course, due to the age gap, you never said anything about your feelings towards him and you know he saw you like a little sister. However, few time after his studies, Hoseok went back to Korea and that's when you decided you would go too and maybe, if it's fate, you would meet Hoseok again.
Your crush on Hoseok was the innocent one. The one you have when you're young and you're willing to love more than to be loved. Now, you have no romantic feelings for him but a huge affection. He has changed your life in so many ways, especially when it's thanks to him you started get interested in the Korean culture.
"Are you okay?" Hoseok asks you with a softer tone
"Hobi?" Is all you manage to say with a small and shaky voice and you are quite surprised how his surname came so naturally on your tongue. More than that, it feels sweet and safe.
On the other hand, Jungkook's knuckles whiten as he clenches his fists. He wonders who the fuck is that guy. Also, he is angry that this guy has stopped him while he was trying to explain himself to you. If he has to, Jungkook won't hesitate to punch him, especially when he sees his hand grabbing yours.
"Y/N, please, let me talk to you" Jungkook tries to soften his voice when he talks to you but it's a hard thing to do when his whole body is so tensed
"Please, Hobi, let's leave"
Jungkook's heart squeezes and it's even more painful that you don't look at him at all.
Hoseok simply nods and leads you to his car.
It's an understatement to say he was surprised to see you. He wasn't even sure it was you: the last time he saw you, you were fifteen - that's to say just a kid for him. Now, you are a woman. A beautiful woman. He knew you were in Korea because his parents'd told him but he just didn't expect at all to meet you like this. However, when he heard this all-in-black guy calls your name, he didn't hesitate and pushed him away from you. Seeing you cry rekindled his protective instinct towards you.
"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Hoseok asks when you get in his car
"I don't want to talk about it" You answer honestly
Hoseok firmly grips the wheel, a hundred of scenarios in his head wondering how much this asshole hurt you. He swears to god, if he has touched you, he will kill him. Lost in his thoughts, he startles when you put a delicate hand on his taut one. His eyes soften forthwith and he manages to give you a weak smile.
"Thank you for helping me" You say
"You don't have to thank me, Y/N. Do you want me to bring you home?"
"Actually..." You blush hard "Can we go at yours instead? I don't want to be home alone"
Hoseok takes a moment to think, wondering if it's truly appropriate. But when he looks at you, he sees two things: how sad you are and that you are not the kid he knew in the past. You're a grown up woman and you are able to make your own decision. If you need his help, anyway is it, Hoseok will help you. However, he can't say he is not caught short of how beautiful you are. He has to shake his head to not think about you in another way than his sweet young neighbor.
"Sure" He eventually says with a dry throat, especially abashed when you give him a gorgeous smile.
Hoseok's apartment is way bigger than yours but it's homy. It feels just as warm and welcoming as Hobi's smile. You notice some pictures with his parents and family, and with his friends too. You are smiling while you are browsing the paper memories. But you suddenly gasp. One photo, way bigger than the other ones is a wedding. Hoseok's wedding! He is smiling like crazy in his beautiful white suit and he is holding the hand of the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. Her hair is delicately style in a fluffy bun and her wedding dress makes her look like a princess.
"You're married?!" You scream more than you ask, in a high pitch
"I, uhm, yes, kinda"
Hoseok's smile is so sad when he gets close to you to look at his wedding photo. He knows it by heart but he is always amazed by how gorgeous Sojung is.
"Where is she? I hope she doesn't bother me being here"
"She passed away two years ago"
There is so much pain in Hoseok's voice. You feel your heart breaks with his.
"Oh my god, Hobi, I'm so sorry, I didn't know" You squeeze gently his shoulder to confort him and he gives you a thanking smile
"She was sick even before the wedding. But we wanted to get married. You know, it's funny because there was no point of that, we knew she would die few weeks after the ceremony. But we did it anyway: getting married knowing it was useless... It was worth it though. Sojung was so happy, she laughed the whole day"
You can't hold your tears when you listen to him. You feel so bad for him. Hoseok is always so happy, so cheerful. He is a true sunshine. Knowing he's been through so much pain is heartbreaking. You would give everything for him to be with his wife right now.
"I'm so sorry, Hobi"
You hug him tightly while you are both crying. You don't know how long you stay like that but something changes in you. And you are sure that Hoseok feels the same thing. Sharing your pain with someone you've known for years but have no idea of your biggest pain is someway liberating and comforting. You share your pain and you heal each other's sore. You don't need to talk because yours and Hoseok's hearts are directly connected and understand each other's.
He cups your face in his big hands, looking straight in your watery eyes with his own. He is so beautiful: his perfect brows, his brown and soft eyes, his perfect nose and his heart-form lips. You are drowning in his eyes.
"Can you love me just for tonight?" Hoseok asks you in a whisper
"Only if you love me for tonight too" You murmur
It's exactly what you felt when you hugged: you both need to feel loved. Just for a night. Your two hearts are full of love but have no one to love. You both know that, as your lips meet, you are secretly willing to be with somebody else. But it doesn't matter, all you need now is each other.
Hoseok's lips are soft and warm. It's like a big hug around your entire body and you feel safe. The kiss is nothing like sultry but passionately sad. Yet, your heart beats faster as Hoseok presses his lips harder against your mouth. Your hands find their way to his hair while his hands are holding your waist tighter. Soft moans escape your lips glued to Hobi's. The kiss feels good. It exactly feels like what you need.
Without pulling your mouths apart, Hoseok guides you towards his bedroom. You don't have time to look around but it's like a safe place. You pull on his shirt to help him get rid of it. You are surprised to see how defined are his muscles. Hoseok has always been fit but it's the first time you see him shirtless. And it's quite a pleasant view. You can't deny the arousal slowly building up in your stomach, especially when Hobi's mouth starts working on your neck. The wetness of his lips and tongue against the burning, thin and sensitive skin of your throat feels so fucking good. Your head is completely in the clouds of horniness.
Hoseok leaves your skin just the time to take off your top and his eyes meet your perfect breast cloaked in your strapless skin color bra. He gently kisses the bare skin and smoothly undoes your bra. It's on the floor in no time. Your fingers run up and down against his strong and soft back, pulling him closer to you. Hoseok's mouth makes its way down until he kneels in front of you. He looks up at your face to silently ask you permission to slide down your last pieces of clothing, and you are all up for it. His delicate fingers unbuttons your jeans and drag them down your legs.
Your moan fills the air when Hoseok gently kisses you through your panties' fabric. You feel it soaked from your arousal. The last clothing barrier is getting rid off and two big palms are holding on your hips. The grip is firm and fucking good. However, not as good as Hoseok's lips on your clit. The position is so sinful when you're standing up, completely naked, a man's face in front of your wet pussy kissing your sensitive bud. His tongue is warm and powerful while it rolls around your clit at a delightful pace. Your hands grab Hoseok's hair to not fall down under the pleasure he is providing you. He takes your left leg and makes it rest on his large shoulder to have a better access to your dripping cunt.
"Oh fuck!" You moan
His tongue is devilishly expert. It licks the right place over and over again until you feel your body tense and lightly shake. You roll your head back, your groans getting louder and deeper. His hands squeeze your perfect ass and the fire in you explodes. You shout his name when you reach your high.
Hoseok gets up and you fall against his chest because of your post-orgasm shaky legs. You feel good in his arms, especially when he pats your hair. You catch your breathe and starting unbuckling his belt before undressing him. You gasp and blush hard when you see Hoseok's cock. You've never thought you would see it one day, and he has nothing to be ashamed of. Hoseok's member is not particularly thick but it's definitely long. The sight of his hard cock makes your mouth water at the same time it makes your pussy even wetter.
You press your lips on his, feeling his dick pressed on your belly, hard and warm. You gently push Hobi on the bed, his back resting on his headboard. You get on top of him, still kissing. You bite his lower lip when his hands firmly grab your ass. He places delicate pecks on your collarbone to your tits. You press his head deeper on your skin.
"Grab a condom in the night stand" He asks you with a raspy voice
It's at that moment that you realize he hasn't spoke until now. You stretch your body to open the drawer and pull off a metallic square packet. You open it and give the condom to Hoseok for him to cover his length. When he is done, he grabs your hips and push you down. Right before entering you, he looks you in the eyes. You nod, saying that you're okay and he slowly stretches your pussy. It feels so good and a long moan escapes your parted and swollen lips.
"You feel so good" Hoseok whispers against your neck with his eyes closed
You stay on his cock a few seconds to adapt. He is so long, you can feel him very deep inside you. You rest your forehead against his and start bouncing on him. Sinful sounds of skins slapping fill the air and make you more horny. You even have the feeling that Hoseok's cock is getting harder. Quickly, your skins are covered with a thin layer of sweat. You hold him close to you, your arms around his shoulders. Hoseok's fingers grab your boob and play with your nipple while the other is wrapped around your waist helping you to ride him.
"Oh my god, Hobi!" You scream when his cock hits your g-spot
"Keep going, it's so fucking good, Y/N" Hoseok cheers you before storming on your pretty lips "You are so gorgeous, do you know that?"
His compliment makes you clench around his long dick. Each slide against your walls is a pleasure that makes your tighter. You are beginning to feel tired, especially when your second orgasm is not far but Hoseok helps you by lifting his hips to meet yours harder and deeper. The slapping sounds made by your thighs is louder and it drives you and Hoseok crazy.
"I'm close" You groan, closing your eyes to concentrate on the feeling of his big cock buried in your cunt
You feel good in his arms, you feel so close to him. He is taking you like he loved you and you are taking him like you loved him. This is exactly what you both needed. The whole bedroom is filled with your moans and slapping skins. You feel your pussy getting tighter and tighter around him, warning Hoseok that you're going to cum soon. He pounds you a little faster to make you reach your climax right before him, moaning each other's names.
You are both panting, foreheads against each other's. Hobi's hands gently caress your arms and your back while you free his pretty face from his sticky hair.
"Thank you, Y/N, for loving me tonight" He says, softly kissing your lips
"Thank you for loving me tonight, Hobi" You whisper back
He invites you to take a shower, which you gladly accept. Someway, your heart feels less heavy. Not only you didn't think about Jungkook while you were with Hobi, but you also could release a little bit of your love to give it to someone who needed it. Hoseok feels the exact same. He didn't think he would ever, ever have sex with you and yet, it was a beautiful moment. You were so delicate in his arms and he has held you so sweetly, giving up a little bit of his sorrow. He just hopes you don't think he was using you, and he hopes that you could spend time together and try to be the old friends that you are.
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Your day is a perfect example of the Ying Yang symbol. Everything started good, great even: Namjoon has just told you that the gallery wanted to keep working with you and offered you a permanent contract. You were so, so happy and you gave him a little demonstration of your 'happy dance' and he laughed a little bit too much to not upset you - not that you resent him because you ended up laughing harder when he started dancing too.
But then, everything went beyond wrong when Aecha, your colleague in charge of the communication, asked you to welcome the new graphic designer for a future exhibition in few months. In fact, in a city as big as Seoul, the odds of this graphic designer being the only person you don't want to see are low. But you are not lucky. Because while waiting for this new partner to arrive, your heart skips a beat when none other than Jeon Jungkook walks towards you.
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could you do a chan ff where y/n asks him to read a couple chapters of the book they’re reading but the reader asks bc the book has smut in it and then chan reads it and gets all 😉
reading can be fun
bang chan x reader
description: reader gets turned on by chan's reading and they have a lil fun haha
warning: cute nicknames(like baby and sweets, I used 'my girl' once, couldnt figure out a different name to put, other than that its pretty neutral), SMUT!, reading smut, the smallest bit of thigh riding, some foreplay, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, chan may have a slight breeding kink but it's not mentioned, reader loves chan's dick...I think that's all, let me know if I missed anything.
wc: 2.0k(not proof-read)
a/n: ofc I can and thank you for requesting!! I had some much fun writing this! and I'm sorry this took so long to post. my laptop is finally kicking the bucket so I have to type everything on my phone(on the days where I can't get my computer to work.)so it's taking a bit longer than I like but i hope you enjoy this and I did your request justice!🥰
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after a long day of catching up with doing chores around my apartment, I finally had time to myself. to sit down and read the book my friend lent me. they said it was really good and that I should try to read something that wasn't my usual genre that I love. they basically begged me…for two weeks straight before I finally agreed to read it. I made a cup of tea and sat down on the couch with the book in hand. I brought my legs up to sit somewhat under my butt and got comfy. grabbing the throw blanket from the top of the couch and laying it across my lower body. I took a sip of my tea before opening the book.
i was on the eighth chapter when I heard chan enter my apartment with the key I had given him. I heard him take off his shoes and jacket before entering the living room. I turned my head and met eyes with the person I loved most. his dimpled smile brightened up when he saw me.
"hey baby!" chan said, as he made his way to me. "hi!" I said back, tilting my head up to follow his eyes. chan kissed the top of my head and maneuvered his way to sit next to me. "how was your day?" he asked, grabbing my legs and laying them across his lap. "a bit long, but that was because of the chores I had to do around my apartment. now I'm relaxing, what about you, channie?" I said. "ahh, tiring but worth it- like always. changbin, jisung and I are working on a new track and it's coming along nicely." chan said, absent mindlessly caressing my legs.
"but I'm also happy I got the rest of the day off and get to spend some time with you." he said, leaning over and giving me a kiss. I smiled into it, making him giggle. "so, what are we reading?" he asked, snuggling closer to me. I told him the name of the book, "it's the book my friend has been wanting me to read for a hot minute now." I said, showing him the cover of the book. "nice! what is it about?" he asked. "it's a fantasy/sci-fi romance novel set in space. it's about this girl falling in love with a crew member from another ship that they've been on a race with- without knowing whom…" I told him what the book was about and caught him up to the part I was at.
"wow, i might have to read it after you, it sounds really good." chan said. "you wanna read a few chapters to me?" i asked shyly. "sure." he said with a big smile on my face. i handed over the book to chan. knowing what was coming up next in one of the chapters my friend had told me about. "are you sure?" I aksed before getting comfy, to which he nodded too. once we were both comfy, he began to read where I had stopped.
we were now on chapter 10, and the two main characters were sitting next to a window and talking about what they were.
he looked back out the window. minutes passed, and he still hasn't said a word. she sighed and stood up. "this was stupid. to think, for once, you would talk to me about what's going on inside your head. but no." she said. as she turned her back to him, he finally said something.
"what is this lee?" she said. he tilted his head. "what do you mean?" he asked. "I mean like all the nights we've spent up here. you listening to all the thoughts in my head and answering them aloud. even when i think you can't hear them. the long talks and banters. all the secret glances. what is this? what is this to you?" she said as the words fumbled out. her heart racing, like it was going to explode.
"if you want me to say I feel the same way about you, just know I do, but nothing more can come from this." he said, almost too quietly for her to hear. she could feel the tears start to build up. "and why is that lee?" she asked, not turning around. "because you have to leave. you have to stay with your brother. you can't be with me." he, again, said quietly. she turned around and walked up to him. 'look at me' she said in her head. "stop it. just go back to your room." he said. 'please look at me. I wanna love you.' she said. lee hissed in a breath of air. "we can't." he answered again.
'then love me for one night. this night. my last and only night with you.' he snapped his head to her, with an unfamiliar look in his eyes. he looked at her for a couple of seconds before making up his mind. he shot up from his seat and placed his lips onto hers. quickly…."
"okay! I think that's enough for tonight, channie." I said, grabbing the book out of his hand and closing it. i felt my cheeks starting to heat up. "what no, let's continue!" he said. I pretended to yawn and placed the book down on the table. "let's go eat something and go to bed channie." I said, flipping the blanket off and hopping off the couch. I made my way into the kitchen, opening up the fridge.
I heard chan's footsteps making their way to me. I called out to see if he wanted one of two options I offered to make, but he didn't answer.
"he shot up from his seat and placed his lips onto hers. quickly grabbing hold of her waist tightly, like she would slip away if he didn’t, making her moan into the heated kiss. her hands threaded his hair, pulling at it slightly.
"fuck." he whispered out, breaking the kiss. she started kissing down his jaw, finding his sweet spot. though they were in a hidden spot. lee didn't want to be caught. he grabbed her hand and pulled her to his room. once in the safety behind the closed door. he pushed her against it, one of his legs slotting between her legs. right where she wanted him most."
chan stopped reading aloud after that. i peeked my head up from the fridge and saw his eyes scanning the page. hearing him say that part of the story out loud, made my knees go weak. the way he was saying the words creating an uncomfortable wetness between my thighs. chan's eyes left the book and made their way to me.
"you want me to continue?" he asked with a slight smirk on his face. I shook my head no and closed the fridge door. I need to calm down. I tried to walk out of the kitchen and pass chan. he quickly dropped the book on the counter and grabbed my hips. "where are you running off to baby?" chan asked, pressing me against the counter. "no where." I said confidently. he chuckled at my answer. "really? because I think my girl was starting to get all hot, flustered, and bothered from the book i was reading out loud to her before i even got to the good part." chan said as he leaned in.
"am I right, baby?" he asked in a lower octave. I whimpered out as I felt him push my legs apart with his. one of his hands slowly made their way into my sweats and past my underwear. "answer me sweets." chan said, cupping my sex. he and I both knew the answer, but he wouldn't continue if I didn't say the word. "yes." I said quietly. he hummed at my answer, slowly pushing two of his fingers past my folds and curling them up inside. my eyes fluttered closed at the feeling, moaning lightly.
chan groaned, "god, you're so wet baby." I held onto his arm that was in my sweats as he quickened the pace. chan started leaving open mouth kisses on my neck, sucking sweetly on the spot that made me clench around his fingers. "channie, please." I said as I started to ride his fingers. "what do you need baby?" chan whispered in my ear, nibbling on my lobe. "I want more." I said. I grabbed him through his pants and felt how hard he was. chan removed his fingers, quickly tasting them before grabbing me behind my thighs. lifting me up and walking back over to the couch.
"oh fuck. don't talk like that y/n." chan said, grabbing my hands and holding them above my head. one hand on my wrists and the other guiding his dick into my cunt. slowly filling me inch by inch, I closed my eyes at the feeling.
he laid me down, caging me in. clothes coming off fast, feeling up each other. chan grabbed his wallet as I stroked his dick. "fuck baby, I don't have a condom on me." he said, throwing his wallet onto the coffee table. "I wouldn't be the first time fucking me raw." I said, squeezing him. chan shuddered at my words and action. "you still want to?" he asked, fucking into my hand. "of course, why wouldn't i want your thick cock inside me, filling me up so nicely." I said, spreading my legs a little more for some more room.
"oh chris!" I moaned out, throwing my head back as he bottomed out. he groaned, letting go of my hands to place both of his on my hips. dragging out till only his tip was in, then slamming right back in. "shit, I love how this little cunt takes me all in." chan said, as he kept his slow but rough thrusts. taking his time to bring each other to our highs. with every thrust, hitting the gummy part inside me so perfectly every time. "faster please." I said, sweeping my hands up his arms to around his neck.
"wanna cum baby?" he said, circling his arms under my body to completely hold me. his sweaty red chest presses against mine tightly. he rolled his hips, hitting my cilt with every stroke. I choked out a moan, angling my hips to get better friction. "yes, make me cum. please make me cum channie." I whined out, pulling at his now wet locks. as chan quicken his sloppy thrusts, he pushed his head into my neck. chan started moaning louder and louder, making me clench around him even harder. "oh fuck!" I moaned out. "yeah, cum for me baby. cum all over my cock." chan said, lifting his head, pressing his forehead to mine. "let me see how good I fuck you." he said with broken moans in-between.
the eye contact, the feeling of his body pressed to mine, and god-sent thrusts bringing me closer till finally the knot broke inside. dragging my nails down his back as I came. chan didn't let up with his thrusts prolonging my orgasm while chasing after his. which came with a couple of thrusts later. chan moaned loudly, pressing his hips as far as he could. cumming deep inside me. "oh fuck!" chan cried out, still lightly pumping with shallow thrusts. "take all my cum baby. take it, it's all for you." chan said, pushing once more before fully stopping. laying his head on my chest.
"I love you chan." I whispered into his hair. he pushed himself up and gave me a dazed smile. "I love you more." he said, pecking my lips gently. he fully say up and slowly pulled out. "going need to wash your blanket." chan laughed out, with his ears turning red. "what?" I said lifting up my body. "we made a mess baby." he said, rubbing the back of his neck. ohh. "well, let's get cleaned up." I said, careful getting up. I held out my hand as chan could grab it as we made our way to the bathroom.
chan relaxed into my arms. he dragged out his arms and stroked my thighs as we both calmed down from our racing breaths.
"I can't believe that book really turned you on." chan said. "and what about you? you had a complete hard-on and you had barely touch had you hands on me at first." I said, laughing. chan blushed as he pushed me into the bathroom. "shut up." he mumbled.
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Trying
Pairing : OFC(you) x Henry Cavill
Warning: Smut, Rough I guess
Summary: Henry is frustrated that trying to have a baby has become his second job.
Just something I started working on let me know if you guys want me to continue or, want to buy me a coffee!🤪
“Are you mad?” He closes the front door following behind you.
“Fuck it ! Whatever. It’s fine.” You say angrily, making your way to the bathroom.
“So, it’s obviously not fine.” you hear him say through the door.
“Well what do you want me to say Hen?”
“I want you to say we can talk about it. We can figure something out. I don’t know…..not an automatic ‘fuck it!’ and running away! ”
You swiftly tear a piece of toilet paper and wipe.Washing your hands, and opening the door so you can be eye to eye.
“I am not the one running away, I am not the one who is suddenly tired of trying after we’ve invested tons of time, energy and money into it.” You say brushing past him in the doorway heading to your bedroom.
“I’m not tired of trying, I just- I-I want my wife back.”
“Why? “ You snarl, stepping out of your shoes and pulling your shirt over your head. He grabs the t-shirt you throw at him and continues to his point.
“Because I miss you. Because I’m actually not a fuck machine who can be ready at a moment’s notice. I don’t know….. Tons of reasons.”
“O so now there's tons of reasons for us to not have a baby?”you roll your eyes.
“No! There’s tons of reasons for us to not continue with the IVF, if we’re not going to be on the same page about it.” he says, undressing at the edge of the bed.
“There’s only one page Henry ! The page is we’re either pregnant or we’re not.”
“Can you just-please?” he asks, motioning for you to come sit on the bed next to him.
You run your hands through your hair, gingerly stepping closer to him. He reaches out for your hand and pulls you to the edge of the bed and into his lap.
“ I think that we’ll be great parents.” He says brushing your hair out of your face. “I think we’ll be loving and kind and everything that they’ll need.” he says leaning in to kiss you. You reluctantly kiss him back. “ But I think we can only do that if we stay true to ourselves.” he continues “If we make sure to remain a team.” he says lightly slapping your butt as you get off of him.
“I love you but I think you're wrong.” you say crossing the room
“How?” he follows you to the other side of the bed as you remove your necklace and rings.
“Because any man would be fucking dying to be in your position to fuck anytime ,anyday and here you are complaining. Shit a few weeks ago wasn’t that you saying how it was a perfect arrangement!”
“Baby because you’re perfect, this forced quick fuck thing where there’s only one place I can finish and you already lay there undressed waiting for me to come home from work is not what we do!” he tried to control his voice but, you could hear him losing his cool in his tone.
“And what do we do?”you turn around from the dresser, your eyes burning a hole in his skin.
“I don’t want my kid to be made while I’m dogging out his mother and calling her a whore. Is that to much to ask?!?”
“Are you joking?!” you scoff “Henry that…. that is what we do. I don't know what type of bullshit romance movie scripts you’ve been reading but, in real life that is how you make love to me.That’s how you’ve always made love to me.”
“Well maybe that should change” he lashes back.You look back at him in shock and he huffs while leaving the room. You remove your bra and underwear, changing into one of his t-shirts. Grabbing your phone and book before heading to the couch to torture him.
You sit across from him opening your book, and your legs so he can clearly see that you aren’t wearing any underwear. He notices but pretends not to. Momentarily sticking to his guns. You hum to yourself, widening your legs even more. He looks up at you, over the rim of his glasses the script in his hands crushing under the strength of his thick fingers. He clenches it tighter trying harder and harder to ignore your tiny whines. You look up at him pitifully and it entirely shatters his resolve.
“Come ere’ ” he says, grabbing you by the ankle. He pulls you into him in one motion, his shirt riding up over your hips. His hand finds its way to your core.
“Is this what you wanted? Huh?” he whispers into you. “This the attention you needed so bad?”
You hide your face behind your hands as he rubs more intently.
“Move your hands.” he commands. You moan in response to his touch but refuse to uncover your face. He enters you with a finger, slowly massaging you.
“I said move your fucking hands.” he commands again. This time a little more sternly than you had expected. Still too embarrassed of your own want, you don’t pull your hand down until he moves it for you.
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ILLICIT AFFAIRS - first love part.1
regulus black x gn! potter! reader
Request: yes / no
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Synopsis: dating Regulus included hiding. You were fine with it, you were ready to do so much for him. But he can't let you ruin yourself for a teen romance.
Warning/content: angst angst angst, kissing, crying, my English
a.n.: 2.4k words - inspired by illicit affairs by taylor swift, soon a part2 inspired by dancing with our hands tied, @ell0ra-br3kk3r thank you so much for helping me <3
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Regulus’ face lit up when he saw you entering the library but inside of him, it pained him. You loved him so much, and he loved you so much too. He loved you too much to let you forget yourself by dating him.
It wasn’t breaking news that his family was very purist and traditional. So dating Regulus included a lot of constraints and you were there to accept them. You were ready to lie to your friends and family for him, you were ready to ruin yourself for him, a million times. He knew this very well and it hurt him, he felt guilty.
He didn’t want you to ruin your life for him, he wanted you to be happy. Even if it meant you were far from him. It was manageable at first, you only had to hide but he just received a letter, the letter.
He had to be a deatheater.
He wasn’t ready. He didn’t like the idea of serving the Dark Lord, significantly as he grew up and started to realise he wasn’t agreeing with his family’s beliefs and he despised it now. Because it meant he had to leave you.
And the worst was, he knew you were ready to sacrifice yourself, but he couldn’t let you, it would hurt him to let you hurt yourself for him.
You sat down next to him and saw something was off. He wore his usual blank face, the problem was, he never had it with you. There was always a thin smile behind his indifferent expression.
“What’s wrong?” you asked softly, resting your hand on his shoulder, fingers clutching slightly at his white shirt. You could feel him tense up under your touch. Regulus was hard to read, even after months of dating there were hours of trying to figure out what was happening in his mind to find out how you could approach him.
He turned his head and offered you a weak smile “Nothing” he looked around the both of you before leaning forward, pressing his lips to yours.
Regulus quickly changed the subject , reminding you you were together right now to work on your charms essay. You study as much as could but in your mind was racing thousands of thoughts about what was happening to your boyfriend and how you would cheer him up.
On his side, he was trying to figure out how to keep you safe without putting an end to your relationship, therefore breaking your heart. Should he try to distance himself slowly? You would surely be angry at him, but you would be safe. Or should he just tell you like this? But you would be so sad, he couldn’t handle seeing you cry, especially knowing it was his fault.
He was lost in thoughts and didn’t remark you were calling him. He zoned back in when you waved your hand in front of his nose “Earth to Regulus!” his heart broke further when he saw how much of a sunshine you were, always happy. Happiness that soon will be gone, because of him, in both cases.
“Am I hurting you?” he blurted out.
“What?”
He swallowed hard, feeling tears stinging his eyes “Am I hurting you?” he tried to hide the distress in his voice.
You smiled, you could never reproach anything “Of course not” you reached for his hand, but he took off his own hand, not wanting the contact. You were surprised, usually, he would accept it when it came from you.
“Be honest. Because of me, we have to hide. You can’t be happy with me if we keep living like this. But we can’t live in another way. You deserve so much better”
You never expected this, you thought this phase was over, you already had it in the first weeks. You already knew the “I don’t deserve you” speech, and you knew how to reply to it.
Or you thought so, when you wrapped your arms around Regulus’ shoulders as usual he didn’t feel reassured. He wanted you to understand. You couldn’t forget yourself and your life for him. But he didn’t dare tell you, he wasn’t ready to hurt you yet. He would never be ready actually, but it wasn’t the moment, he didn’t feel like it.
After two hours or so of working you decided to end the study session and headed to the Gryffindor common room after leaving a small peck on Regulus’ cold cheek, your lips leaving a trace of warmth on his pale skin.
“Y/n!”
You turned around as your foot almost touched the stairs leading to your dorm and found James, and his friends behind him, in front of your eyes. You hummed, inviting him to talk.
Your brother laughed at whatever Sirius just whispered in his ear before drawing all his attention back to you, his iconic smile plastered on his face “Ready to beat the snakes on Sunday?”
Just like your brother and his best friend, you were on the Gryffindor’s quidditch team whereas Regulus was in the Slytherin one. “Um yeah” you took a deep breath, choosing your next words carefully “By the way… I’ve decided to train with Regulus tomorrow”
Sirius let out a dramatic gasp “My brother?!”
An awkward chuckle left your lips “You have to know the enemy better to beat it. His captain asked.” you hoped your excuse was believable. It was true, you were going to play Quidditch with your boyfriend but a few kisses might slip here and there.
The boys in front of you had the weirdest expression, it was going to be complicated if they asked more questions. You quickly turned around before the situation could inflame but you could hear your brother and his friend group whispering to each other.
The next day, you woke up as early as possible, wanting to see as less people as you could. You took a small detour to the Great Hall, which just was opening, to eat breakfast quickly before heading to the pitch, your quidditch robes floating in the wind as you ran, seeing Regulus was already there.
He dropped his broom when he saw you and his lips extended into a smile. Unfortunately, his smile dropped just like the last time when you wrapped your arms around him as a greeting. You pulled away when you felt him tensing under your touch “Everything’s okay darling?” his heart throbbed in his chest as he heard the nickname that soon will no longer be for him.
“Yeah” he lied, giving you a smile that only you deserved to see. You held your stare on him, his cheeks slowly rosing pink, the cold not being the only reason.
You understood he didn’t want to talk about whatever was bothering him and decided to give up, he would tell you when he would be ready.
Not wanting to make him even more uncomfortable you decided to start playing. That was the first training you had that wasn’t like a date. You could have done this with literally anyone else in this school. And it made you sad, sad because Regulus was distant, sad because maybe you had lost this sprinkle that once shine when you were together, sad because you hated to admit Regulus was right, hidden relationship was draining. He had warned you many times, and you refused to listen to him.
He told you there would be a moment when the excitement of being in a constant hide-and-seek game would be gone. It was still there for you, but maybe not for him anymore. But Regulus was a very honest person, if there was an actual problem he would have told you right?
Right?
At the end of the session, after verifying no one was around, you pulled him into a kiss, a long kiss, a kiss you didn’t have since a while, due to Regulus strange behavior.
You reassured yourself thinking he was fine with your relationship, he kissed you back, and not just a little. He was the type loving physical contact but hating it if he was upset, so nothing was wrong with you, apparently. Maybe there was another problem with his family and he decided to keep you out of this to “protect you” as he liked to say.
You wanted to stay with him again, during the entire day. But because of this secret relationship, you had to split before it become suspicious.
But even far from your boyfriend, the prints of kisses were visible on your face with your swollen lips, warm cheeks and dishevelled hair.
An appearance that James didn’t miss telling you about. He welcomed you with a wide smirk “So” he nodded his head at you and you tilted yours, confused about whatever he was talking about, not to had you weren’t in the mood for your brother’s stupid jokes “Is there something you want to tell me about?” he was grinning at you, as if he was the one that just spent an hour with his partner.
You responded with a quiet ‘no’ before walking past him, ready to slump in your bed for the rest of the weekend. James looked at you a little sad, you weren’t his sibling for nothing, you had the same energy and sunshine smile. But not today. Not when your boyfriend was in a bad mood, you had to find a way to make him feel better.
It wouldn’t be lying to say you would like to talk about it sometimes, especially to your brother, you were what we could call close siblings. Well you were definitely closer than Sirius and Regulus were. Hence you were alone with your own thoughts when it came to you and Regulus. But it was okay, you were ready to do this sacrifice if it was for the both of you, for him.
On his side, him, Regulus, he was pacing in his own dorm. He couldn’t keep doing this, guilt was eating him. You were worrying for him, thinking he had a family argument when he just didn’t know how to break up with you. How much of a monster he was for keeping you all this time, letting you get more and more attached.
The boy looked around, his walls were empty, no sign of you. Like you didn’t even exist in his life, that wasn’t a way of living a love story, he couldn’t do this to you.
After a few tears falling off his wet eyelashes and deep breaths, he decided that it was the moment, you couldn’t be with him anymore.
With a shaky hand, he wrote you a letter telling you he needed to talk to you. When you read it, you naively thought he wanted to tell you about his family problem and you headed to the meeting place with a soft smile on your lips.
But you smile turned down when you saw Regulus’ face. He looked more miserable than ever, you couldn’t decide if his frowned eyebrows were from sadness or anger. You nervously waved at him, reckoning it wasn’t the best moment to hug or kiss.
“We need to stop this” his voice was cold and empty, like he was telling this to a random person, not the lover he dated for almost a year.
You couldn’t believe what he just said. The hope you had leaving your dorm was now almost gone, but the little part that was still in your heart was screaming at you “You mean… stop the hiding? I’m okay, it’s great even!” you said, your eternal smile kissing your lips.
Regulus could hear his own heart breaking into a million pieces, why everything was so complicated because of his family? Why did they have to ruin everything? Why did they have to ruin you? His silence alarmed you and you felt tears in the back of your eyes ready to fall “Regulus?” it sounded like you were begging him to ease your suffering
You saw him swallow before turning his head, avoiding your stare as if he was ashamed “We can’t stay together”
That’s it. He said it. He was breaking up with you, and breaking you in the process. The tears didn’t wait before falling on your tugged-up cheeks, your smile contrasting your crying eyes. After what felt like an eternity you managed to get out a broke and quiet “Why?”
“This is hurting you. You’re denying it now but you will realise later and will regret what is happening between us. I want this to stop before you’re even more attached to me” it was like the entire world was crashing on you, you couldn’t even describe the way your heart was shattering, slowly bleeding inside your chest.
You stared down at the ground, not handling watching him “All this doesn’t matter to me” you cried.
All your memories with him were flashing in front of your eyes. We could say your love story with Regulus was a ‘love at first sight’. You never talked but would eye each other, slowly starting to talk and immediately liking each other. Of course, it took time to know each other and start dating but right now you would give anything to be in this phase again. The forbidden kisses. The stolen glances. It died. You wouldn’t be able to steal a kiss behind a shelf anymore, and it wrecked you more than you wished it did.
Regulus never hated himself more “It matters to me, Y/n” you needed to be far from him. You would soon have to leave anyway, he was going to be a deatheater and would leave you, it was going to be more and more dangerous and the result would be the same, except that it would hurt more, being more attached to each other. “I’m becoming a death eater at the end of the year. I don’t want you to be around”
His words were hurting you, you knew he was doing this on purpose so you would hate him and wouldn’t try to find him again. You hated that it almost worked.
“Regulus” you sobbed.
His back was now facing you, you couldn’t see if he was crying or not. Was he sad? There was an anger inside of you that was hoping he was. “I love you” you wailed.
He didn’t move. “Just leave” his tone was flat and sharp, breaking what was left. The tears couldn’t stop streaming down your face, creating little spots on the dry ground. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, you had never felt this much pain. And it was all because of the person you loved the most.
He was your first love. And your first heartbreak.
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this is us ~ jjk | 11
you receive an unexpected call.
✨ title: this is us | (sequel to all grown up)
✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni
✨ genre/au: drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap, bff's younger brother
✨ playlist
✨ a/n: if you haven’t read the prequel to this, please do so here! :) you can read them here on AO3 & Wattpad
[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | next ✨ 12 ~ i do
chapter eleven ~ the call | wc: 7.8k
warnings: yuna smacks jungkook upside the head, jungkook hates himself, yuna has an accident, hospitals, oc has a heart-wrenching convo with her mom, oc briefly talks to jungkook's mom (who's the complete opposite of her mom), angst and more tears
One week. One week without Jungkook by your side. It felt weird. Like a massive part of your life had disappeared.
No tattooed arm draped over you. No warm body to snuggle you from behind. No 'I-need-you-at-3-am-sex'. No coffee or breakfast ready to go once you woke up. No late-night ramen talks. You were met with nothing but silence. It's like your world suddenly stopped. The routine you came to know and love, the physical presence of Jungkook--gone.
The week had passed by much slower than anticipated because you didn't know what to do with yourself. Hyunie had gone MIA. Yuna was pregnant and tired all the time. And then you realized that pretty much concluded your circle of friends. Once you passed the age of thirty, honestly, out of college, it was so much harder to make friends. Everyone was always busy doing their own thing, and you didn't care about befriending hundreds of people. You preferred having a few close friends that knew you well and that you could confide in. But once Jungkook was out of the picture (for now), you realized how lonely you were.
Saturdays were laundry days and as you stuffed your clothes in the washer, sitting at the bottom was Jungkook's hoodie. You stared at it, debating if you should wash it because it wouldn't smell like him anymore if you did. So, you opted to leave it alone, and you'd figure out what to do with it later.
While waiting for the laundry, you sat on the couch looking around, seeing traces of you and Jungkook throughout your place. You wondered if it was too early to start taking pictures down. The two of you technically weren't broken up, just on a break - figuring out the next steps. But you couldn't lie, it was hard to see his face scattered through your apartment. You weren't sure what you wanted; all you knew was that you wanted Jungkook, but how could you be with someone who kissed and touched someone that wasn't you?
Your phone buzzed on the coffee table, and a notification appeared. A small part of you wanted it to be Jungkook checking up on you because you hadn't heard from him since he left, but you also knew that he was getting ready to go on a trip with Namjoon and Jin, so he probably wouldn't have time.
You picked up your phone and saw it was Yuna, asking how you were doing and if you needed anything. Funny because you should be asking her since she was pregnant, which warranted more concern than a broken heart. This past week, more than usual, she sent you an obscene amount of TikTok videos of silly and funny things, which did help you get your mind off Jungkook for a little bit. You were just happy to laugh again.
You 11:27 AM
I'm doing fine. Thanks for checking up on me. I don't need anything, but I know the boys are going on their trip today, so text me if you need ice cream or something lol.
Yuna 11:30 AM
We could eat ice cream together if you want. I'll text you whenever they leave so you don't have to see...you know...
You 11:32 AM
Thanks for the offer but I might just stay home if that's okay. But please text me if you need anything, 'kay? Love you.
As you set your phone down, another buzz came in. You thought it was Yuna again trying to convince you to hang out, but to your surprise, it was none other than Kenji.
Kenji 11:34 AM
Just checking in to see if you've made a decision yet. The clock is ticking. ⌛⌛
Honestly, your show was the last thing on your mind, but you tossed the idea back and forth about working with Kenji. You wondered if you agreed to it if Jungkook would think you were only saying yes to spite him. But in reality, that was hardly the case. Considering what your story was about and Kenji's type of director, he would be the perfect man for the job. He'd be able to push you and the story into something extraordinary. It would be worth it to work with him despite what Jungkook thought.
You 11:40 AM
You gonna be on your best behavior if I say yes to you?
Kenji 11:45 AM
😁😁😁 Let's get to work baby!
You 11:47 AM
😑😑😑
Kenji 11:48 AM
I promise I'll be good. Don't want your boyfriend to come beat me up.
And there you go again, your eyes beginning to well up at the mention of Jungkook. It didn't take a lot to get you crying these days.
An hour later, the washer began singing its melodious song, letting you know that your laundry finished. You began to unload your clothes, hanging them over the drying rack. You looked at the bottom of the basket once more, picking up the hoodie at the bottom. You held it tight, bringing it to your nose before taking a small sniff. If someone were you catch you right now, they'd probably think you were weird. But the faintest smell of Jungkook still lingered on it. He always preferred softer scents which you grew to love too.
You found yourself practically hugging the black piece of clothing, then undoubtedly, you slipped it on over your head, cozying into the soft cotton. It felt like a warm hug from him. You wonder if he missed you as much as you missed him, and then the thought of Jungkook overwhelms you again.
The rest of the day dragged on as you mindlessly cleaned your apartment, even though it was already spotless. You didn't want to go out because it reminded you that you had no one to go out with.
You crawled into bed at the night's end with Jungkook's hoodie still on. Pathetic, you know, but you couldn't help it. Laying in bed, you scrolled through your phone, looking at his old text messages and pictures. It became a nightly routine once Jungkook left.
You clicked off your screen, groaning at the fact that you were torturing yourself by scrolling through photos. You pressed the side button to check the time, and your lock screen illuminated a picture of you and Jungkook at Yuna's wedding, dancing and smiling like nothing was wrong with the world. This moment captured in time what seemed felt like a lifetime ago. It was as if you were staring at two completely different people. Those two dancing away were happy, maybe even naïve, full of hope and love. The screen darkened, and now it was only a reflection of you, teary-eyed again like you had been all week. You wiped away the tear pooling in the corner of your eyes.
Setting your phone on the table, you turned away, laying on your side, hugging a pillow. Not a minute later, your phone began to ring. Picking up, you didn't recognize the number but figured you should answer anyway in case it was an necessary.
"Hello?"
Namjoon, Jin, and Jungkook planned a guy's weekend trip to Namjoon's parents' cabin. The same place you and Jungkook went with Hyunie, Jimin, and Taehyung.
The dread on Jungkook's face was apparent when he walked through the threshold to his sister's place. He knew she'd beat him if she could. He was packed and ready to go, just stopping to pick up Namjoon and Jin.
Namjoon immediately greeted Jungkook when he came in, telling him he was almost ready. Yuna was on the couch, watching TV, glaring while he sat beside her.
"Jungkookie, can you get the remote for me? I can't reach it." Yuna reached her hand out, but the protruding belly was in her way.
He reached for the remote, handing it to her. But Yuna gestured for him to come to her.
"There's something in your hair," Yuna squinted, tilting her head. She continued to glare at her brother.
His hands reached up, touching his dark locks. "Where?"
"Nope, still there. Come here. I'll help."
Instead of helping, she lightly smacked him upside of his head, earning an 'ow' from him.
"What the hell, Noona?"
"That's for cheating on my best friend," she scowled, crossing her arms. If only she could say what was on her mind, this was mild compared to the things running through it. She had a lot more up her sleeve, but considering you were both hurting, she'd keep some things to herself. If only Jungkook saw the aftermath of when you told her and then when she blew up after telling Namjoon what happened. She clenched her jaw and curled her fist, and with every fiber of her being, trying not to become violent.
He massaged the spot she hit and didn't bother to argue because he knew he needed a good scolding from his big sister.
Yuna's voice became shaky. "How could you do this to her? To your relationship? You guys were doing well, and I thought you were getting ready to propose. What happened?"
She didn't understand what had gone wrong. She thought he was completely head over heels in love with you. But all it took was one person to come back and ruin everything.
After he had spoken to Namjoon and Jin at the housewarming party, he may or may not have started to shop around, looking for rings. He even secretly measured your finger while you were sleeping, trying to get your ring size. Lucky for him, Jungkook got Yuna's opinion on a few different options he had picked out.
Jungkook sat slumped over on the floor next to Yuna, burying his head in the crook of his arm. Yuna felt guilty for hitting her baby brother, but he deserved it. She softly placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Jungkook-ah..." Yuna mumbled. He hummed back, not turning to her. "Please fight for her. I can't lose her," she said with a shaky voice.
As much as Yuna disliked your and Jungkook's relationship in the beginning because she didn't want to see her brother get hurt. She overlooked the fact that Jungkook could hurt you too. Her brother would always be around, he's family--so she could never get rid of him, but you...you could easily drift away because it would hurt too much to be around Jungkook. And she wouldn't blame you if you never wanted anything to do with their family again. But the thought of losing you and not going through big life events together pained Yuna. The two of you have been through thick and thin, but she wasn't sure if your friendship could survive this one.
Jungkook finally gazed at his big sister, eyes teary, nostrils flaring rapidly, ready to burst into tears. He'd been crying every day since he left your place. "Noona...I don't--I don't know how to fix this."
The pad of Yuna's thumb wiped away a tear from Jungkook's eyes. "It's going to take time. Give her time."
Time. It was the one thing that Jungkook feared. Time apart could either make the heart grow fonder or make you drift from him. It could make you realize that what you wanted was not him but something better, someone better. He had thrown everything out the window, and for what? A moment of weakness struck him at the worst time. It was one thing he'd never forgive himself for.
"You ready?" Namjoon asked, not realizing the serious moment his wife and brother-in-law were having.
Jungkook quickly wiped away his tears, pretending he was okay with a smile. He stood, ready to head out.
"Jungkookie," Yuna called out, and he turned to her, "Everything's going to be okay."
He was thankful that his sister was hopeful but considering all the shit you've been through with previous boyfriends. He could see why you compared him to them, and he wasn't any better as much as he tried to justify it.
The boys' weekend trip would be better if it weren't for this dark, looming cloud over Jungkook. He didn't know how to fill this gaping hole within himself. He was a mess, unsure of what to do with himself or who he was without you by his side. To distract himself, he worked tirelessly on the project he was in charge of at work, and he played games until he was exhausted and ultimately passed out. It helped somewhat to keep his mind off you, but every night he'd wake up in a cold sweat, wondering where you were, and then the cycle of trying to keep you off his mind repeated.
The cabin was exactly like Jungkook remembered, but spring had sprung instead of light snow piles on trees and the patio. Life was evident here and there throughout the fields the cabin was facing - flowers blooming, birds chirping like nothing was wrong with the world. But not in Jungkook's world - his had turned upside down.
Jin immediately claimed the loft bedroom, which Jungkook didn't mind. There were too many memories of you and him - kissing, touching, fucking, and it was too much for him. Barely there for thirty minutes, and the only thing that consumed his mind was you. Honestly, you were the only thing taking up space in every corner of his mind, body, and soul.
Jungkook walked out to the patio, nursing his beer, watching the sunset color the sky, a beautiful palette of apricot and lilac and marshmallow clouds soft enough to sleep on. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before letting out a shaky one. His heart was burdensome as to what the next steps with you were. He didn't know if there would be any future with you - he sure as hell wouldn't want anything to do with himself after his actions. He broke your trust, lost your respect, and he lost his integrity and sense of dignity. Even he wasn't sure how he would redeem himself.
"Jungkook-ah--" Namjoon broke him out of his thoughts, "Dinner's ready."
The three ate silently, and all sensed the elephant in the room.
Jungkook was tired of the lack of words and patronizing stares, so he set down his chopsticks and glared at the two men at the table. "Spit out whatever you want to say," he huffed, not that he was eager to hear them scold him.
They looked at him, going about eating their food, both unwilling to speak what's on their mind.
"Come on, yell at me. Hit me. Please tell me how stupid I am. Tell me how much I fucked this up," Jungkook declared, nervously tapping the table. He deserved it. He deserved being told he's an asshole. He deserved being told that he wasn't worthy of you.
"You're being a bit dramatic, Jungkook-ah," Jin argued. Although he may have disagreed with how his friend handled things, it didn't warrant a punch to the face, even if he wanted to.
"What about you, huh?" Jungkook directed it to Namjoon. "I'm sure Yuna told you everything."
He sighed, setting his chopsticks aside. "Will us telling you off make you feel better about yourself?" he inquired. Namjoon shook his head, returning to pick up his chopsticks to finish his dinner. He understood that Jungkook was in a tough spot, but Namjoon thought the young man was too hard on himself. Namjoon certainly wasn't excusing his actions but thought Jungkook should be gentle with himself too.
Jungkook shrugged. "Maybe." As if Jungkook wasn't already wallowing in self-pity and deprecation since Alex showed up - he needed more, others telling him how worthless he was.
"Have you thought about why you did what you did? Are there underlying feelings for Alex? Is there something you're not happy with in your relationship with Y/n? Something you want but she can't give you, and maybe that's why you did what you did with Alex?" Namjoon asked, wanting the young man to think about his motives.
"No--I don't even like Alex. She's the worst person I've ever come to know.
"O-kay...then why did you kiss her? Touch her?" Jin asked, confused by the contradiction of his words versus actions.
Jungkook rubbed his face and groaned in frustration. "I DON'T KNOW!" The young man cried out, then apologized for getting upset. "I'm not mad at your questions. I'm mad at myself. I fucking hate myself."
A beat passed before he continued.
"Maybe...maybe it's because I don't have all of Y/n. It's like I do, and I don't at the same time. You know? I feel like I give her all of me, but there are still some parts of her that she's hiding, afraid to share with me. I've been patient in letting her tell me things when she's ready, but sometimes I don't understand why she doesn't trust me with whatever it may be. Am I too young or immature? I've tried to show her that I'm good enough, but...I don't know. Maybe that's why I kissed Alex. Maybe that's why I gave in."
Jin and Namjoon quickly glanced at each other. The two of them discussed this privately in the presence of Yuna after everything went down. They had suspected this was the case. Namjoon knew about your miscarriage and reproductive issues, but he promised his wife he wouldn't tell a soul what he knew.
Jungkook stared at his two friends, probably dismissing him in their heads. "You guys think I'm the scum of the earth, huh?" The younger man implored.
"We didn't say anything," Namjoon said, looking away from Jungkook and at his plate of food.
"You don't have to. Your silence is deafening," Jungkook stated, scooting his chair back, causing a screech against the wooden floors. He stood, walked, and placed his plate in the sink, turning on the water to begin washing his dishes. For some strange reason, Jungkook always found solace in washing dishes. He could mindlessly clean while warm water ran and soapy bubbles on his skin.
Jin and Namjoon cleared their plates and brought them to Jungkook. Jin leaned against the counter, watching the young man beat himself again.
"Hyung, what am I gonna do?" Jungkook asked, hands under the running water, scrubbing away the dirty dishes.
Jin crossed his arms. "Well, what exactly did she say?"
"She said she wanted to take a break. I have no idea what that means or what it entails. Like, can I still call her? See her? Kiss her?"
He shook his head. "You probably shouldn't kiss her no matter how much you want to. You need to give her space to figure things out. She's hurt by the one person she loves, and it will take time to trust you again."
"What if I lose her in the process? What if she never trusts me again?" Jungkook paused, scrubbing the plate to gaze up at Jin. His mind already went to the worst possible scenarios, replaying over and over again this past week - you breaking it off and leaving him, maybe never wanting to speak or see him again. You'd always been a part of his life in some way or another, and a world where the two of you wouldn't collide, made him sick to his stomach.
Jin stood beside his friend, rubbing his shoulders. "Only time will tell."
Again, with 'time.' Jungkook was starting to hate the four-letter word. T-I-M-E. He wishes he could fast forward to when he could be with you again. But he'd wait a lifetime if he had to.
The night had gone by quickly. Jungkook didn't want to spoil the rest of their weekend there, so he figured he should stop pouting and talking about you every chance he got. He was sure everyone was tired of him pouring out his broken heart.
The three of them were heading to bed when Namjoon's phone began buzzing in the pocket of his sweats. He reached in, pulling it out, frowning at the screen. He never answered what looked like spam but picked up anyway.
"Hello?" Namjoon answered. "Yes, this is he." Namjoon's eyes quickly darted to Jin and Jungkook, then to the ground.
The voice on the other line was muffled, and Jin and Jungkook couldn't hear anything.
Namjoon's eyes widened. "What?!" his voice grew louder, "Yes, I'm a few hours away, but I'll have someone come down right now. I'll be there as soon as I can. Thank you."
Jin and Jungkook looked at him with worried eyes. Namjoon hung up and immediately brushed past the two toward the bedroom.
"Hyung, what's going on?" Jungkook asked, chasing after him, and Jin followed closely behind.
"It's Yuna. She fell, and she's going to the hospital. I'm sorry, guys. We gotta go back," Namjoon said, grabbing his bag and franticly searching the room for anything he needed to take.
Jungkook could see Namjoon's hands shaking while holding his duffel bag. "Hyung--Noona's gonna be okay. I promise."
Namjoon nodded at the young man's sentiment.
"I'll get the car," Jin said before taking off.
"Call Y/n. She can get there the fastest," Jungkook stated.
Namjoon agreed, grabbing his phone to call you.
Walking into the dim, cold hallway, you weren't sure what to expect once you passed through the double doors. The low hum of beeps echoed when you walked the hallway, the heel of your boots softly clicking with every step. You stopped to take a deep breath before walking through the threshold. The first bed in the room was empty, and a divider covered the second. You sat on the chair in front of the bed, staring at the one person who despised you but had to call family.
Hello, is this the daughter of _____ ______?
"Yes, this is she."
This was a call you were not expecting when you picked up.
Your mother has been in an accident, and you were listed as the next of kin. If you could please come to the hospital, we need to sort out some paperwork for her.
"Okay, yes, I'll be there."
You never liked hospitals - they always brought bad memories. The first time was your father's sudden heart attack, which led to his death, then all the personal shit you had to deal with.
You hadn't spoken to her in months. The last conversation took a turn for the worst, and she revealed secrets she'd been keeping for all of your life - a conversation you've been keeping to yourself because you didn't have the heart to tell Yuna or Jungkook. You weren't sure what to do with this secret, so it had become a secret you had buried.
This was the only time you ever saw your mother peaceful when she was sleeping. You watched her, trying to shift into a comfortable position, but her arm sling didn't allow her. She tossed and turned from side to side, finally peering her eyes open to see you sitting in front of her. She didn't say anything but groaned at your presence.
"It's nice to see you too, mother," you said sarcastically.
She tried her best to turn away from you, but the pillow behind her was obstructing her arm, so she could not move it back. You knew she wouldn't ask for help, and she was always stubborn and had to do everything herself. But she needed assistance, so out of the goodness of your heart, you stood by her bedside, removing the second pillow and placing it under her arm to keep it elevated.
"What are you doing here?" your mother asked with malice, turning away from you to peer outside the darkened window.
"The hospital called asking me to come down," you replied. This was the last place you'd expect to see your mother, but given that she was your only "family," you figured you should at least check to see if she was alright, it was the least you could do.
"Well, I'm fine, so you can go. I don't need you."
"Suit yourself. Good luck getting home," you huffed at her comment and shook your head, letting go of the railing on the bed. You spun around, ready to leave her to her demise. If she was going to be a heinous bitch, when you were the product of something you had no control over, then you wanted no part of her life. You'd been fine figuring out everything on your own, so you didn't need her.
You had no problem walking away. She didn't deserve your kindness or sympathy. If she wanted to blame you for everything that happened between her and your father, that was on her, not you. You had no control over the actions of your father or what kind of relationship they had. So you didn't need to put up with any more of her bullshit.
You entered the hallway, ready to never see your mother again, but you stopped in your tracks, fists, and jaws clenched, retracing your steps back towards her room. Your phone buzzed in your bag, breaking you out of your moment of anger. You knitted your brows when you looked at Namjoon's name lighting up on your phone screen. "Namjoon?"
"Hey, Y/n, not sure if you got my texts, but I decided to call you too. Are you at the hospital?"
"I'm here. Why?" You were confused. You didn't tell anyone you were there. Not even Yuna knew.
"Oh, you are! Good. How's Yuna doing?" Namjoon asked with relief in his voice.
Your eyes suddenly widened. "Yuna? What do you mean? Is she okay?"
"You're...not with her?"
You cleared your throat, hesitant to say why you were at the hospital. You paused briefly before answering, "I'm with my mom..."
"Oh, um, Yuna fell, and we're trying to get back to the city, but we can't because some big tree fell, and they're trying to clear it, but I don't know when they'll be done. When you have a chance, can you check up on her?"
"Yes! Of course, I'll finish up with my mom and find out where Yuna is."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're such a lifesaver. I don't know what I'd do without you. I'll call you later to give you our ETA."
There was a weird twinge in your heart when Namjoon said that - don't know what I'd do without you. With everything going on with Jungkook, you realize that if you slowly drift apart from Yuna, you could also lose your friendship with Namjoon and maybe even Jin. You could potentially lose Jungkook, but you could also lose your friends.
"Bye, Joon," you said before ending the call.
You peered at your phone and then at your mother's room. You didn't want to deal with her and would do it later.
"Yuna--babe!" you cried out, rushing to her side, your eyes raking over her, seeing her ankle bandaged up. "What happened?"
"I was clumsy because, hello," she pointed to her belly, "pregnancy has somehow turned me into my clumsy husband. I rolled on my ankle and fell, but I'm fine. Baby's fine too."
You leaned over, pulling her close against your chest. "Geez, you scared me. Us," you emphasized the last part because you were sure Namjoon was losing his mind not being here, which reminded you to call him back before he went ballistic.
"I'm fine," Yuna said, shifting to her previous position. She caressed her baby bump, then tilted her head at you. "How did you get here so fast?"
You flashed her a thin smile, then drew in the chair behind you. "I, uh, my mom is here. She also had an accident."
"Oh my gosh. Is your mom okay?"
"Yeah, she's fine."
"You should go be with her. You must be so worried."
Was this the right time to tell Yuna everything your mom had spilled to you a few months ago? About who your 'real' mother was? Now was as good a time as any. You're not sure why you'd need to keep this from your best friend.
"I have something I need to tell you," you looked up at Yuna, and she had nothing but concern in her eyes, waiting for you to continue. "So, you know how my mom has never shown me any kind of love throughout my life?" Yuna nodded and hummed. "Well, it turns out I'm actually not her daughter, and that's why she hates me so much."
Yuna gasped and covered her mouth. "What? What do you mean?"
"It turns out my dad had an affair with someone early on in their marriage, and it resulted in me," you sighed, "Long story short, my birth mom died, and my dad and mom were stuck with me." You looked at Yuna and could already see the pity in her eyes, which was probably one reason you avoided telling her. Your life was a shit show, so growing up, you preferred being at Yuna and Jungkook's. It was a nice escape from your crappy life.
"Good god--" Yuna huffed. She clenched her jaw, her heart racing. "That doesn't give her the right to treat you like she has. I'm sorry, but she's a despicable human being."
You agreed. Your mother was something alright...she wasn't the best, but what you hated most about yourself because you always tried to put yourself in the other person's shoes - to see their viewpoint. Though you weren't trying to excuse your mother for how she's treated you, you understood to an extent what she must have felt while raising you - having to see the result of her husband's infidelity every single day of her life.
"Don't you dare try to excuse her shitty job as a mom," Yuna cried out. She definitely knew you too well.
"I'm not."
"...how long have you known?"
"For a while now," you said, nervously biting your lip.
"Does Jungkook know?" Yuna probably shouldn't have brought up her baby brother, but she couldn't fathom you bearing this secret all on your own.
You shook your head. There were still plenty of things you needed to tell Jungkook but wondered if there was any need to now.
"Thank you for telling me. I'm sorry you had to go through this by yourself."
"It's fine," you said, feeling bad about how this somehow turned into a show about you when it was Yuna in the hospital.
"No, it's not," Yuna asserted. "I love you, Y/n. You're like a sister to me, and you're family. You've been with me through thick and thin, and I will not forget that. But I need you to promise me something," she said, waiting for you to acknowledge her, which you hummed in response. "I need you to stop holding things back from me, no matter how hard it is. I know you don't like sharing your burdens, but I'll always bear them with you. You never have to walk through it alone."
Your chest began to swell at your best friend's words. You've never wanted to dump your problems on someone else for fear of them being annoyed with you whining and pouting. Maybe it was the lack of parents that made you feel unsafe enough to share yourself with others - fully share yourself.
You could feel your eyes glistening once more. You couldn't help but be such an emotional wreck. As much as you hated crying, you always felt better after doing it.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. After Jungkook and I started seeing each other, maybe even before then, like during your wedding planning, I felt I had lost your trust because I wasn't upfront about liking Jungkook. You probably noticed me not coming to you as much when I had something on my mind. I didn't feel right because I knew I hurt you and didn't know if we could go back to the way things were."
Your sudden confession felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and as you got older, you understood that not all friendships would look like they used to. Did you miss the times you had with Yuna before Jungkook? Yes, but you had good moments with her after Jungkook too.
"I don't want to go back to the way things were," Yuna stated, holding out her hand for yours, "I know I don't say this as much as I should, but Y/n...you don't realize how strong you are. I've never known anyone like you through all the years I've known you. You've been dealt a shitty hand in life, but you always overcome them. You're level-headed, think about your choices very carefully, and are slow to anger, and I know you always have that little voice in your head making you second-guess yourself. Know that your choice will always be the right one for you."
"Are you trying to make me cry right now?" you chuckled, patting the tears running down your cheeks. "Thanks, I needed to hear that."
Yuna laughed. "I love you," she said, squeezing your hand.
You stood beside her bed, leaning over to hug her. "Love you too friend."
The two of you talked for a while longer before Yuna fell asleep. You told her you'd stay until Namjoon came so that he could switch places with you. The TV quietly played in the background, and you mindlessly watched whatever was on - an old episode of a variety show. You softly chuckled at the game they were playing.
"Hi, sweetheart," said a voice from behind.
You looked up to see Yuna and Jungkook's mom. It's been a while since you last saw her, but you always loved their mother, and she felt more like a mother to you than your own. You stood up to bow, but she pulled you in for a hug.
"It's so good to see you, honey," she said before pulling away, getting a good look at you. She cupped your cheeks, and her hands were a bit icy from the cold night. "You get more beautiful every time I see you," she said with a big smile, gently patting your cheek. You mumbled, thanks flashing a thin smile. "How's my baby girl and grandchild?"
"They're both doing good. Just a few bumps, but the doctor said it was nothing to worry about. They'll keep her here for observation for precaution."
"Ah, that's good to hear," she said as she sat in the empty chair next to Yuna's bed. She took Yuna's hand in hers before flicking her eyes to yours. "How are you and Jungkookie?"
Jungkook's mom never opposed your relationship. It was quite the opposite which was a surprise. She supported the two of you one hundred percent. She even told you she would tease Jungkook about his crush on you when he was younger, asking him when he would finally confess his feelings for you. But of course, she wouldn't know about the current state of your relationship because who would've told her? Certainly not Jungkook himself.
You cleared your throat, debating whether to lie or tell her the truth. "We're um...taking a small break from each other right now," you explained, shuffling over to the other side of Yuna's beside.
"Oh, sweetheart," she looked at you with sorrowful eyes. "Do you need me to beat him for you?" she teased with a light chuckle, making you snort.
"I think Yuna already did," you said, staring at your best friend, sleeping peacefully.
"Ah, good, I'm glad someone did it."
"I'll leave you here with her. I have to go see someone."
"Your mother?"
Your eyes perked up, and you nodded. "How did you know?"
"I heard her yelling at a nurse while coming up to see Yuna, and I stopped to see the commotion."
Oh god. Not Jungkook's mother talking to your mother. "I'm sorry if she said anything to you about Jungkook and me."
She shook her head. "You have nothing to worry about, sweetheart."
Your lips thinned, wondering what they could have talked about. Was your mother completely vile like she usually was? You hoped it wasn't the case and your mother would have some respect for Jungkook's mother. They were, in fact, friends once before.
"I'll be back," you smiled at her. You were thankful that you had someone like her who loved you even though you weren't hers.
You took time walking to your mother's room, thinking about what you wanted to say. Honestly, you had a lot you wanted to say, but if she were determined not to be a part of your life, you wouldn't stop her.
You could hear the light chatter and laughter from the TV show resounding as you approached the room. Your mother was watching one of her favorite variety shows. When you were younger, you'd often find yourself sitting next to her, laughing along - it was the only time she'd bear your presence. You walked in, and your mother was sitting, smiling, laughing away at the show until she saw you standing. She acknowledged your presence for a moment before returning to her show.
You took it upon yourself to sit in the chair beside her bed. Nervously, you licked your lips and shuffled in your seat until you found a comfortable position. Your mother stared at you, wondering why you were there.
"I would like it if you took a moment to listen to what I have to say, and then you'll never have to hear from me again, okay?"
She didn't respond, but her eyes returned to the screen in front of her. You sighed, annoyed at her lack of response.
"My whole life, all I ever wanted to do was make you proud," you chuckled, realizing how silly it sounded because it was an impossible feat, "I'm sorry I wasn't the daughter you wanted but the one you were stuck with. If I could go back and change things, I would." She glanced at you briefly. "I'm sorry that you weren't happy in your marriage, and what dad did to you was unfair. If there's one thing I learned from you, it's that you're strong, and I'd like to think that I got that from you," your voice started to become shaky. "I don't know what your life was like before, dad, and I don't know what your life will look like now, but I do hope that you find happiness because you deserve it. You were robbed of a beautiful marriage. You were robbed of having your own child."
A flood of tears began to flush down your cheeks, your hands patting and wiping away at the streams coming down, sniffles growing louder as you continued, "You were robbed of so many things, mother...so, now I understand why it was so hard for you to love me or even like me - it was because I wasn't yours."
You stopped to take a deep breath. Your thoughts overwhelm you and your mother. You could see that she was, in fact, human because of the tears she began wiping away. You'd always known she had a heart. She just built her walls so high and so thick that no one was able to penetrate them.
"Even though you never saw me as yours, you'll always be my mom. You're the only one I've ever known," you cleared your throat and continued through your shaky voice, "I hope life treats you well and that somehow you'll find happiness."
The twinge in your heart grew ten times more prominent by the end of your monologue. You hoped you were able to get everything off your chest. It's certainly been a long time coming. You've spent countless nights reflecting on your life and your mother's and concluded that you had lived your life long enough without her, so her not being involved in it wouldn't make a difference either way. She chose a path of destruction and displeasure, and you sure weren't going to go down the same direction. You wanted a life filled with love, joy, and hope - everything she wasn't.
You rose from your seat, gazing at her once more before heading out the door. You stopped to look back again; she had already turned away from you. You held onto the door entrance, lightly tapping, debating if you should say goodbye, but opted out. You didn't have anything else to say to her. You had made your peace.
You sat in the hospital lobby, thinking about how much you disliked them. They were so dull and sad, and the contrast of hospitals made your stomach twist- filled with sad and happy life events. Someone could give life to a brand new baby on one floor, and then on another floor, someone could be saying goodbye to a loved one.
Peering up from the ground to the commotion echoing before you, you saw Jungkook, Jin, and Namjoon rushing through the sliding double doors. Namjoon hurried in your direction, asking what room Yuna was in. As you told him, he and Jin went together, leaving you and Jungkook alone.
"Hey...." Jungkook softly called to you, making you gaze up at him, "Are you okay?" He searched your face for an answer. He could tell you had been crying, your eyes were puffy, and the tip of your nose was ruby red.
You swiped your finger underneath your runny rose, looking away from Jungkook. "Yeah...'m fine." You were always bad at lying, and Jungkook could always tell.
He sat next to you, his familial warmth filling up the space, and it was a warmth you had missed so much this past week.
"It's good to see you. It just sucks it's under these circumstances," Jungkook said as his hand struggled to see if he should hold yours. He shifted his hand a few times before settling it on his thigh. He wasn't sure if you'd be comfortable with him touching you.
But you helped him, placing your hand on top of his, curling your fingers between his. You could've easily not held his hand, but you were tired of going against the current. Right now, you need to be in the comfort of Jungkook's presence, and you'd sort out your feelings later.
He was taken aback by your gesture, but he didn't resist it. He had missed you so much this week. Jungkook wanted to keep this moment frozen as long as he could.
You glanced at him; your heart was racing a million miles a minute. "Can you do something for me?" He looked back at you, agreeing to your ask. "Can you stand up?"
He was confused by your request but wouldn't refuse you. He stood to his feet, as did you. Jungkook towered over you, which you loved so much. You always felt safe in his arms. The pair of you faced each other, his hand still entangled with yours.
"Can you...hold me?"
Your little chat with your mother shook you to the core. Sitting in the lobby, you realized that you were now truly alone.
Your father - gone.
Your birth mother - gone.
Your 'mother' - practically non-existent.
Jungkook scanned your face again, trying to figure out if this was a test. You looked up, eyes starting to pool with tears.
"Just for a little bit..." you expressed with such sadness.
In all the years that Jungkook has known you, he'd never seen you look so heartbroken - not even when he told you about Alex. This was different, and whatever was going on was more painful than he could ever imagine, something he could probably never fix.
He brought his other hand to cup your cheek, the pad of his thumb gently caressing your cheek. You closed your eyes and leaned in without hesitation, a tear streaming down your face. And then, he finally embraced you, holding you as tight as he could - a part of him never wanting to let go because he didn't want to lose you. He wanted to be your person. He wanted to be your everything, be there for you through the good and the bad, and champion and support you for the rest of his life. That's what he wanted. So, he was scared to let go because he didn't know if he'd get to become that for you. He knew whatever the reason for you giving in to him right now, the feeling would eventually pass, and you'd come back to your senses, remembering that the two of you were on a break.
You softly sobbed into his hoodie, letting everything you were holding in go. These past few weeks had been such a rollercoaster of emotions; honestly, you were just so tired of life continuing to shit on you. You weren't sure how much more you could take.
Jungkook quietly shushed you, telling you it'd be okay. "I'll always be here if you need anything, okay?"
His remark made you sob even more, chest heaving, short breaths leaving your mouth, continual snot running from your nose, slowly dripping down to the top of your lip. You turned your head, pressing it against his chest, hearing his heart thump rapidly, and your hands gripped tightly onto the back of his hoodie.
The two of you stood like this in the lobby for a while until you finally settled. Jungkook didn't say anything and didn't ask what was on your mind even though he desperately wanted to. You breathed a big sigh, slightly pulling away, taking his scent along with you.
You nibbled your bottom lip, quickly exploring Jungkook's eyes before landing on his lips. It would be a complete lie to say you weren't tempted to reach up and kiss them. You admit you almost gave into a moment of weakness, but it was time to return to reality and remember that you initiated a break from him.
"I'm--gonna head home."
"I can take you home," Jungkook immediately responded. He was hoping you'd accept his offer but was leaving room in his heart if you denied it.
"I'll just grab a taxi," you flashed a thin smile, "Thanks, Kook," you said, reaching up to kiss his cheek. You quickly pulled away in case you decided to give in and kiss him.
You walked out of the hospital and into the cab, wondering what your future would look like without your mother, you and Jungkook on the rocks, your best friend about to be a mom, and Hyunie nowhere to be found. You felt as though you were aimlessly wandering through life - just surviving, not living. Life around you moves a million miles a minute, but you are frozen in time, watching life pass you. You wondered when it would be your time to shine.
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This is VERY UNLIKE ME, but here's some incredibly fast, EXTREMELY late-night meta on two dramas (Dangerous Romance and I Feel You Linger in the Air) from this TIRED mama, all before Only Friends later today!
(Y'all. I've missed being around this week! Moving and unpacking... I'll tell ya. It gets harder as I get older. Mostly because I/we have more stuff, and the BRAINS I need to figure out where this stuff should go is like, as mentally draining as it is physically draining to open boxes, unpack 'em, go up and down stairs -- damn. I have been COLLAPSING at night. Friends have been sending me meta to read -- @ranchthoughts, I see you, boo! <3 <3 The little peeks and breaks I've been getting have been giving me energy. I'm a little back on my bullshit now, and I can't wait to give Only Friends the full treatment tomorrow. But for now, quick notes!)
1) Dangerous Romance, episode 4: Listen, the friends covered a lot (here, here, and here -- @neuroticbookworm, @lurkingshan, @wen-kexing-apologist, all clowning correctly). WKA also notes that this show was written by Pratchaya Thavornthummarut and Bee Pongsate, two of the three writers of some of the best BLs ever -- Bad Buddy, My School President, Dark Blue Kiss, etc. When Bee and Pratchaya write WITHOUT Au Kornprom, as they did in BBS, MSP, and DBK -- things go a touch awry (cc @chickenstrangers, as we've talked about this before). Bee and Pratchaya, for instance, wrote Vice Versa, which I haven't watched, but I know the fam is mid on. (Remember when Aof Noppharnach had to come in to save 2gether by making Still 2gether? 2gether was written by Bee and Pratchaya -- Aof and Au joined in on the Still 2gether correction.)
ANYWAY, ALL OF THIS IS TO SAY that I should have been smarter about this show when I started in on it. It's directed in part by Lit Phadung, formerly of SOTUS, which is a fine show by nostalgia's standards! But like, not the height of drahmah.
So there's a lot of mid kinda swirling around here, and god, honestly, I'm kicking myself, because I should have been more sus. I should have been more sus!
Perth and Chimon are too good for this show. Not that I hate it! I don't hate the show, per se. It's just -- the first episode was so intense, so very issues-based, as all the dear friends noted, that to swerve towards a SUCH a gloopy romance plot was just... man, even SOTUS was WAY more clear in its plot than DR. (Dudes, I was chatting with @neuroticbookworm while I was watching this, and I was like, LOVE SICK HAD A MORE CONVINCING ROMANCE PACE THAN THIS. LOVE SICK!!!) DR is moving WAY too quickly towards the cheesiest of tropes, without the beef to back it up.
Anyway, from the energy vibes that Perth and Chimon are giving off, they should either 1) be making out by now, and/or 2) doing it by now, because like, WHOA, lots of staring, boys! LOTS of staring. And lemme tell ya, someone's staring at me like that, like in the clurb or something, and I'm like, yep, make-out time, right?! RIGHT?!
I am now officially watching this show, as I noted to @neuroticbookworm, literally to watch all the dear GMMTV celebs in here try to avoid a dumpster fire. (Where the hell is June?!) (At least Marc and Pawin are funny for like, the 10 seconds we see them.)
OH, ALSO?! What's the difference in Sailom becoming a sex worker vs. being bought out as a live-in tutor? Were we supposed to judge Sailom becoming an escort? Are we intentionally ignoring bias in socioeconomic gaps, writers? TOO MUCH TO ASK, TEAM! Too. much. to. ask.
I luv you, Perth and Chimon, I LUV YOU, BUT WHY. ANYWAY. MOVING ON.
2) I haven't written anything about I Feel You Linger in the Air yet because of LIFE (see above), and I was very wibbly about it when I started it, because you, your mother, MY mother, and MY MOTHER'S MOTHER all know about how sus I am on Tee Bundit (but I finally watched Lovely Writer and LOVED IT, so I am a touch less sus).
ANYWAY, thanks to the convincing of @lurkingshan and @neuroticbookworm to look past the slow pace of the first episode as accurate for a historical drama, I kept at it with IFYLITA. And I'm glad I did.
Now this? THIS IS A BL, BABY!
We got sexy typewriter scenes! Drawings of cutie widdle pigwets! Drunk falls! Red cheeks! Reading out loud! POETRY! FLOWERS! ENEMIES AND INTRIGUE! (I'm not happy about the marital rape, but unfortunately, I am thinking that is accurate for the time being portrayed.)
Admittedly -- god, Tee, the episodes are still a little long, my homey. A little long. BUT.
This show, as so many have noted, is just beyond gorgeous. The plumerias. I LOVE Ming and Maey. I LOVE THAT WE MAY HAVE A SAPPHIC SUB-PLOT.
But I also appreciate that only four episodes in, we haven't forgotten that this is a time travel show, in the midst of the budding romance. My thinking on that out-of-body experience on Jom's part was Jom flirting with consciousness after the present-day car crash. But who knows.
I like that Jom is making the connections with those drawings he found in that chest -- and that, lol, he was asking Prik questions about the architecture. Even though Yai's dad seems like a bad dude, I have faith that Tee Bundit is going to keep Nu Surasak going as a good BL dad/dude -- fingers crossed.
I am just -- I am loving where this show is going to go. The house is worried about Yai. I like the way the scent about Yai's preferences is a lot more muted in 1920s Thailand than it would be as set in the present-day. I just think that's totally accurate for what I would call an "old-fashioned" Asian perspective now. I'm very intrigued to see how a historical drama like this will wrestle with homophobia, as this is my first period BL, and -- I'm just excited to see where it'll go.
The acting is GREAT, the pace of the romance is GREAT, the pace of the filming is still slow, but I can't believe I'm saying this -- I'll continue to forgive it for now. Tee, please, PLEASE don't fail us, because you have something GREAT going on here. Yai, head over HEEEELLLLSSS for Jom, is just -- it's a wonder to see, and I am fully on this roller coaster palanquin ride.
(Also, hey, TWO DRAMAS where dudes were PAID to live with their crushes. K!)
(Oh, also, definitely, next time I'm at a clurb, in like, 20 years, I am definitely ordering an URN of liquor with a ladle. Like a baijiu urn. Fuck yeah. What a LOOK.)
(Okay, that's it, good night, see you for Only Friends!)
#dangerous romance#dangerous romance the series#perthchimon#perth tanapon#chimon wachirawit#kang x sailom#sailom x kanghan#kanghan x sailom#i feel you linger in the air#ifylita#yai x jom#jom x yai#tee bundit
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Now that I finished reading (and reviewing) Collateral, I thought I'd come with some questions, if you haven't answered them before! This was the first fic you posted, but was it the first HxL fic idea you had? How did you come up with this particular take on the Ord Mantell mission? Are there any subtle Easter eggs that you had fun including?
Ooh, thank you for asking! Other than a vague idea I started to write down as a preteen that essentially amounted to “Han proposes to Leia the night after the Battle of Endor and I’m sure I’ll come up with an actual plot later”, this was the first fic idea I had. I had written for another much, much smaller fandom in high school, but hadn’t written or read fanfic in probably 15 years or more. I was in severe professional burnout toward the end of 2022, had just sort of re-embraced Star Wars after avoiding it a lot post-TROS, and decided to start reading for my original OTP. I had also been working on a novel for quite a long time and it was driving me insane, so after blazing my way through a ton of Han/Leia fics on FFN, and later on AO3, I thought I might try writing some fanfic just to have fun with writing again since the novel was making me miserable.
I remember coming up with the idea for the Committee first — the intent with at least part of the fic was to suggest that a lot of the stuff Leia and Han say to piss each other off in ESB are kind of low-blow-type callbacks to private jokes or things they had discussed previously. I also remember reflecting a bit on their relationship and how it’s portrayed at the beginning of ESB — how some people have interpreted that to mean that they spent three dang years griping at one another, but somehow fell in love in between verbal jabs. I think I mentioned this in an early author’s note on Collateral — I had a friendship that was mostly verbal sparring and stupid arguments about things neither of us cared about and it stops being fun after awhile. Eventually, we both just kind of started acting normal around one another. And I just kind of figured that, even if Han and Leia started out picking each other apart, there’s no way they’d go from that to romance in a few words, so I felt like they had to have a friendlier history than what we’re shown. (Plus, I may be reading too much into it, but the way Carrie and Harrison play those parts in that movie, it doesn’t seem like two people who just hate each other to me; it seems like two people who’ve been deeply wounded by one another and aren’t sure what they’re supposed to do. And you have to care about each other somewhat to be wounded by one another, ya know?)
I wanted a fic that was limited in scope for my first fic so I wouldn’t get too carried away with trying to add to a meandering plot or whatever, so I decided on the couple of weeks before ESB starts. I had read a handful of fics about Ord Mantell or referencing Ord Mantell and decided I wanted to do my own take on it. I didn’t know a ton of Star Wars lore, so I remember having to research on Wookieepedia a ton. I do believe my initial intent was for Han and Leia to start their romantic relationship on the trip, but the characters misbehaved while I was writing and Leia kissed Han in her room instead, and I ended up going with that.
Even though I knew most H/L fans would be expecting Ord Mantell to go poorly, I wanted to repeatedly put people at ease, at least in theory. The gang isn’t even worried about Ord Mantell, so why should we be? Everything’s going so well! Han and Leia go on a cute date and everything is fine! Basically, if someone went into the story not knowing about the infamy that Ord Mantell has gained in H/L circles, I wanted them to wonder if anything was actually going to go wrong.
As far as Easter eggs go…I wrote Han with the “Han Solo is mildly Force-sensitive” fan theory in mind. It’s not blatant, but it’s there. Some of the conversations they have reference Leia, Princess of Alderaan and From a Certain Point of View (Leia knowing Huttese comes to mind), and I do assume people catch this, but just in case someone didn’t, the final big conversation that Leia and Han have in her office occurs the afternoon before ESB picks up. The sensors she talks about are the same ones he and Luke are placing at the beginning of the movie.
Oh! Wait! I forgot my favorite one. I never come out and say it, and I don’t know if I even ever implied it, but in my mind, the reason the Falcon is in such rough shape at the beginning of ESB is because, after Leia and Han’s interactions go entirely sour, she stops helping with background repairs, which means Han and Chewie have more to do with just the two of them.
This was incredibly long! Hope that’s okay 😂
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congrats on 500!!!! 🥳
🌺 may i please request 123 or 143 with andrei i honestly can’t chose so surprise me - @ryanpulock
I knew I had to make this one spicy just for you, katie. I think you’ll appreciate the reference I threw in here + also it felt too wrong to not use one of your gifs and I’m so glad you had a Big Boy Suit Gif™
celebrate 500 with me!
Prompts: #123 “Fuck you.” “When?” / #143 “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”
Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov x reader (f)
Word Count: 1.3K
Warnings: Adult themes/mature content, smut (but not explicit), and a sweet and adorable and oblivious Martin Nečas. *Technically* not cheating proper but, like, cheating themes?
Though you’ve been running in the same circle as some professional hockey players for awhile, today is the first day that you’re actually attending a private event of theirs. More specifically, a wedding — Brady and Gracia’s. Marty had asked you weeks ago, the first outward display of your little fling that was beginning to blossom.
He’s sweet, almost adorably so, pulling out all the stops: flowers, goodnight phone calls, thinking of you texts. So far, he’s been pretty much perfect, and you can see a reality where you really fall for him and have a future with him.
Unfortunately, it’s in the same reality that up until a few weeks ago, you’d also been secretly hooking up with his teammate. You know, the Russian one — the big boy. And even more unfortunately, it’s also a reality that he’s attending the wedding tonight solo, conveniently located at table 8 with you and Marty.
You haven’t seen him since you cut things off, citing your budding romance as the reason for the split. He’d accepted it with grace, expressing his well wishes. You thought it was the end of it, clean and crisp and sterile, but in hindsight you should’ve known how wrong you were.
Andrei saunters up, his crisp gray suit giving him the look of a fucking GQ model, his hair falling perfectly into place. You can’t help the way your eyes trail over his figure, the rich material hugging his thick thighs in a way that has you fantasizing about the last time you’d had one of those thighs lodged between your legs —
“You look way too hot to be here with him.” The Russian’s head jerks in the direction of your date, who’s at the bar getting you a glass of wine. The implication is unspoken, but clear: You should be here with me instead.
“Andrei.”
“Aww, come on, you aren’t gonna be friendly? You’re the one who ended this, you know.”
Your eyes watch as Marty gets stopped on his way back to you, caught talking to someone as he sends you an apologetic glance. “I am friendly. And I ended this because it wasn’t going anywhere, Andrei.”
He hums, and if he has a protest, he keeps it to himself. “At least I know it isn’t because my dick isn’t big enough.”
With a sigh, you roll your eyes and shake your head, though he catches the tiny smile on your face.
“You really still with him?” Andrei asks quietly, nudging your shoulder with his as he leans back against the table behind him, legs spread leisurely.
“Yes, I am,” you reply. “And I don’t want to fuck this up, so please, don’t do this. Not tonight.”
He holds his hands up in mock defense, shifting to sit more normally as Marty approaches you, apologizing for the delay. You smile, accepting the drink he’s brought, along with the kiss to your cheek that he plants quickly before he sits down.
Dinner is served, and Andrei seems to have taken your request seriously. He’s cordial, keeping his snarky comments to a minimum. It’s nice, and you think that the evening is shaping up to be a great one.
But when dessert comes, it seems the game is back on. The white-gloved servers place a decadent chocolate torte in front of you, topped with whipped cream and a fresh cherry. At the first bite, Andrei lets out a moan that has you shifting uncomfortably in your seat, immediately drawing you back to hearing that same noise — except instead of chocolate cake melting in his mouth all those times, it was your pussy.
Once you’ve tasted the torte for yourself, though, you have to admit that his reaction is warranted; it’s delicious, perfectly sweet and sinfully indulgent — unfortunately, just like the man sitting next to you. He makes a show taking the cherry between his lips, sucking on it before he pulls it into his mouth.
You have half a mind to wonder if he’s doing all of this on purpose, trying to draw a reaction out of you, but then again, he’s kind of just… like that. He’s unaware that you are, in fact, reacting, the pulse between your thighs raging as you finish your dessert, and you pray that he can’t see the way your pulse has quickened in your throat.
“Wow,” he says, licking a bit off his fork before digging in for another bite. “This tastes like heaven.”
With a sharp inhale, you quickly reach for your glass of champagne, washing down the cake with a long swig. You’ve heard him say that before, murmured lowly against the sensitive skin of your thigh, coaxing moans from your lips in the darkness. His eyes flash to yours, so quickly you think you might’ve imagined the wink he sends in your direction.
“This is worth every cheat calorie for the entire week,” Marty agrees, and you blink, almost completely having forgotten he’s there. Oops.
“Brady is a dessert aficionado; there’s no way he wasn’t gonna have the world’s best dessert at his own wedding,” you laugh.
Your table falls silent as you finish the dessert, each of you literally scraping your plate to not waste a single piece. The smug Russian bastard beside you gathers the last bit of whipped cream on his plate with his middle finger and pops it into his mouth, sucking it off of his finger with another dramatic moan.
Swallowing thickly, you barely notice when Marty announces he’s going to find the restroom, asking you if you want him to grab you an extra drink on his way back. You nod, not trusting your voice to come out, and wait impatiently until he’s several tables away to turn to Andrei, annoyed.
“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?” you finally say with a huff.
He smirks at you, his dimple meshed into his cheek as he regards you hotly. “Is it working?”
“Fuck you, Svechnikov.”
“When?”
With a roll of your eyes, you scoff, dismissing his advance. You’re not even going to give him the satisfaction of rejecting him, because you know he’s going to ignore it anyways.
As expected, he presses on. “Why not? You already know how talented I am with my hands.”
“You’re a pervert.”
“I’m a hockey player. I use my hands to handle my stick. Get your mind out of the gutter,” he says, innuendo still going strong. His accent is extra thick around the word ‘gutter,’ and you have to ignore how endearing it is.
“You’re the one who’s trying to fuck your teammate’s girlfriend.”
“Oh, you’re a girlfriend now, huh?”
“No, but — Andrei, just fuck off, okay?”
“Come on,” he husks, voice in your ear. “If you can look me in the eye and tell me with a straight face you haven’t thought about me fucking that tight little pussy of yours, I’ll drop it. For good. But if you can’t, come home with me tonight — not him.”
His words cause heat to swell in your low abdomen, rising quickly to your cheeks. He has you cornered, and you know it — not that he’s really given you a choice with his little dessert show and incessant teasing.
“Andrei,” you breathe. “Marty —”
“— will be fine,” he cuts you off. “You’re a heartbreaker. Everybody knows it. He knew what he was getting himself into.”
You pause, hesitating for just a little too long considering your real date is heading back to your table, drink in hand. He asks you to dance, and Andrei backs up to allow you both to pass, sending a smirk in your direction as you follow Marty to the dance floor.
You dance with Marty, the heat of his hands resting on your hips as you sway to the song. But at the end of the night, it’s Andrei’s hands pressing into that same spot on your waist, lips marking their claim on your neck.
An unread message from Marty flashes on your screen, Hope you feel better typed out with worry and affection, all but forgotten in the darkness of Andrei’s bedroom.
#c’s 500 follower celly#andrei svechnikov fic#andrei svechnikov blurb#andrei svechnikov imagine#hockey fic#nhl imagine
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hi! i absolutely adore your writing. could you you write a fic for timothee based on finneas’ new song “mona lisa, mona lisa?” it’s so cute and i think it could be perfect!
awww, thank you so much! i would love to <333 i did some morning fluff and cute convos for you
warnings: cursing, some bad self-thoughts, light kissing and touching
word count: 1.5k (also i’m sorry this took a while, i was writing my entry for harringrove week at the same time!)
mona lisa, mona lisa - timothee chalamet x reader
“You should be in a painting.” Timothee says one morning, pulling you from your contemplation of the popcorn ceiling. He always tells you afterwards, when you’ve zoned off like this, that you look like you’re figuring out the whole universe, glassy eyes reflecting the stars.
His words make you laugh, though. It’s definitely a compliment you’ve never gotten before, and also not one you’re sure you deserve.
But he must think it’s worth defending, because he sits up straighter against the headboard of your bed and protests your laugh. “Come on, I’m being serious. Something with soft edges and grey skies that color your eyes brightly. It would be the main attraction wherever they put it, the other paintings dull in comparison to you, however you’re displayed.”
“Okay, and who do you suggest paints this? Got any ideas?” you tease, rolling over to look at him, your head braced on your “I think Van Gogh might be taking commissions, if you want to ask him.”
“You’ll see, I’ll find just the right person for you. Maybe they won’t be able to capture everything about you perfectly, but they can try.” Timothee captures your hand from where it was resting on the sheets and brings it up to his mouth, kissing your knuckles gently.
“You’re just the right person for me,” you cheekily reply. “And if you ever give me a painting of myself for anything it’s going straight into the trash.” Your voice stays just as sweet and you mirror his earlier actions, kissing him on the back of his hand.
“Harsh. Message received,” he laughs. You sit in comfortable silence, falling against him, going lax on his shoulder. He takes the weight easily, wrapping an arm around you and kissing the crown of your head. There’s a thrall to being in his presence, an easy, lovely, atmosphere.
“What are you thinking about?” Timothee questions, running his fingers up your arm and tapping your forehead. “What’s going on in the scary brain of yours?“
“Huh? Oh, nothing.”
Timothee snorts his laughter, a sound that bubbles from his chest and explodes outwards. “No fuckin’ way there’s not a million thoughts in your head. Come on, share the fun.”
“It’s hardly any fun,” you start. “But it’s just- I don’t know. It seems like this can’t be real. No one gets fairytale romances like this in real life, but here we are. It’s like I’m waiting for a ball to drop, for a raindrop to fall out of the sky and ruin the sunshine.”
“You think something’s going to go wrong?” he asks, hurt evident in his voice.
You bring your hands up to your face and groan into them, banging your head back against the wall. “That’s not what I wanted to say- not what I was trying to say. But from what everyone else says, there’s supposed to be unhappy, rainy times.
“Since when do we listen to everyone else? And, baby, you love the rain because that means you’re get to spend the whole day inside and watch movies. When rain comes, we’re going to embrace it.”
“How are you so chill about things that make me want to cry? It’s unfair,” you complain.
Timothee scoffs and waves the thought away with his hand. “I’m not as nonchalant as you think. And despite the fact that we don’t fight much, we still have hard times. You think it’s easy to work my schedule around the fact that I can go weeks without seeing you? You think I planned that when I fell hopelessly in love with you? Baby, it’s not like this is easy for us, so if you’re thinking I’m not all in, you’re way off your mark. Amour de ma vie, there’s nothing l between us that I would change, especially how much I love you and the way that I love you.”
“Really?” you ask, lifting your head up to look at him. When that isn’t enough, you move yourself to sit cross-legged facing him, close enough for an important conversation. The light of the room is rose tinted, making his hair gleam golden and inky black.
“Yeah, of course. The moment I saw you, I knew you would be the ruin of me,” he groans into his hands, curls falling into his face. You just laugh and brush them aside gently, knowing it’s a pointless task that you’ll keep indulging yourself with as long as he lets you. “I didn’t even know your name, just knew that you were a friend of a friend. Then I stuttered out my first hello, and you lit up so prettily when I called you beautiful. I could almost feel the red beneath your cheeks, almost as flustered as I was. You let me drive you home under the streetlights, the bar’s music fading away to the sound of your laughter, a beautiful, ringing sound. Shit, what a laugh. It didn’t even matter to me that I had to wait for you to respond to my text, I only wanted to know what you had to say about anything, even if it was to fuck off.” His reminiscing puts your heart at ease. It isn’t an answer to your worries, and it tells you nothing about the future. But it’s so sweet and so him, that it dispenses your worries like the sun draws away morning mist.
“So me playing hard to get the first week was completely unnecessary?” you ask. “I could have answered your text the moment I wanted to instead of waiting and not wasted all those hours worrying I was fucking it up? Damn, that’s disappointing.”
“All that trouble just for me?” he teases. “Baby, I’m flattered.”
“You shouldn’t be. I’m sure no one ever tells you, but you’re hot shit, Chalamet. I’m sure anyone at the bar would result to the same tactics that I did, if not worse. Be happy you got out without a marriage license,” you joke, even though there’s a fair amount of truth behind the words. You know the way people look at him, the way people look at you with him. He’s apparently the one one oblivious to questioning it.
“Thank goodness I was only looking at you, though. I’m the luckiest man in the world, to have someone like you next to me, faithfully by my side. Je ne peux pas vivre sans tou. It’s like you’ve taken over my whole chain of reactions. I do one thing, and it makes me think of you. You are wonderfully and completely overwhelming towards, my own personal soleil.” Timothee hauls you closer to him, holding you close to him, practically in his lap. The sheets are long since thrown to the end of the bed, bunched up in a puddle. You can’t help but lean in and kiss him, hands goin to cup his face. You think, after all this time, he would be used to you not being able to resist that look of his, open and honest.
“Timothee,” you breathe into his mouth. “Baby, fuck, what did I do to deserve you? You’re there for me when no one else is, when I’m falling asleep and can barely remember that I’m supposed to be on a call with you. You’re there in the mornings I have when I can’t make myself get out of bed and the other mornings when I just want to fight everyone. You’re patient and so so kind, more than anyone deserves. Everything about you is strikingly brilliant, and the time that I get with you, be it limited or forever, I will cherish.”
“Angel,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you closer. “I am á toi, pour toujour. Yours, forever, signed with an x on the line.”
“And a heart-dotted ‘i’?” you ask, leaning your forehead against his.
“And a heart-dotted ‘i’,” Timothee confirms. “My very own Mona Lisa, right here. Priceless, flawless, and with lots of hidden mystery. Just the way I like you.”
“Maybe someone will write a critically acclaimed novel about how how to figure me out. That would be incredibly helpful to me,” you wonder, curling into him.
“I’ll start writing tomorrow,” he promises. “A code to understanding the sun of my life.”
“Good title,” you hum. “I’ll write the switched perspective sequel called the boy that the world loves.”
“That’s a tad dramatic, but I’ll take it.”
“It’s gonna be a fucking masterpiece, so you better,” you say, smiling into his shoulder. It’s morning, you should get out of bed. You should start the day, go through the motions of the morning. Make a cup of coffee for yourself and Timothee, figure out your schedule for the rest of the day. You know Timothee has an interview later and you have some writing to catch up on.
But with the way the morning is going, you don’t think that’s going to happen. You think you’re going to stay here for a while, tangled in his arms, listening to his pretty words. It’s better than anything else you can think of possibly doing.
“Can we stay like this forever?” you ask, wrapping around him tighter. His hands come up to your waist, sliding underneath your shirt to grab your hips.
“Sure,” he agrees easily. “Fuck everything else. I’m yours for the day, mona lisa.”
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hehehee that writing ask: 3, 5, 6 and 7!
HEHEHE indeed!!! >:D Thank you, Niko!!!
3.) What loves do you tend to write about? (You knew which question I was DYING to answer >:))
Honestly? All of them! I do tend to write romance as the center but I think it's really important to show different "loves" going on even with the same characters. Honestly, for the romance, I like showing multiple as, for example, you should definitely consider your lover a friend xD can be kind of obsessed with them and "still get butterflies" in a way. (not necessarily nervous. as with "long time love" you shouldn't be nervous around your love anymore, but you can be GIDDY >:D ) I have a LOT of thoughts on how love and showing it :P I'm a very affectionate person so it's nice that it usually kind of comes easily to me :D It's funny because even though I was excited for this question once I tried to answer it, it was kind of hard to. As there is just... SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT IT!!! I love people caring about each other!!! I love having "shitty moments" still being met with love as that's what matters! Loving people at their worst!!! TRUSTING that you CAN be not at your best and still knowing they'll be there for you? That you have them no matter what??? And this can be for ANY love too!! I just am a sucker for romance in particular for whatever reason :P Honestly I think what's most important in a way is the smaller moments. She looks between seashells to figure out which one will be "the middle pendant" and have him look at her so she can see which ones match his eyes best. They tell each other about each other's day and he's so excited to tell her that family friend's puppies have finally opened their eyes. SMALL MOMENTS OF "Hey! I care about you and I wish to share something with you/have a lil something of you" I love the little things!!!
5.) Would you rather write a happy or a sad ending?
Honestly, I'm a sucker for both depending on the context. I usually try to end on a "hopeful note" or at least let it be known that "It's bad now but it'll be fine soon." I mean...take the Telegony for example, that's a sad ending and I hate it. there's nothing really happy or hopeful about it. A "sad ending" I plan for a fic would probably be that "after the Palladium stolen" incident where Menelaus and Odysseus have a good cry about things. It's sad, they're not necessarily happy with where they're at right now...but they're both at least HOPEFUL and determined to GET that happy ending. That'll just be a moment of...bad. :D
6.) What POV do you like writing in?
I actually love switching from character to character >:D There's not many instances where I don't do that. (probably if one character is "secretive to the other" that'd be the only reason why but even then I'd probably write a snippet of the other POV as a "bonus" afterward :D I love having characters react to each other and have introspection about what's going on!!! :D
7.) Favorite description in WIP >:)
This is probably so far :D Yeah, she was just sick earlier so it's a happy moment!
He placed a few soft kisses on the once sweaty and pale forehead that he would push her hair away from. He cupped her other cheek, pulling her face closer to his own to continue his affection. The kisses only stopped momentarily as he could not hold back his grin as he squished his nose into her cheekbone, no longer red from fever but from joy. Her sharp teeth glinted as she giggled and squirmed. Her body was sore and moving so much hurt her ribs but she couldn’t bring herself to push him away. She leaned away from him, as his hair was tickling her; it only left her neck vulnerable. He nuzzled himself on the pulse point, the same spot he desperately felt during the past week. Her laughter, although still hoarse, was his goal; she truly meant it when she said she was feeling better.
That one's shorter. :D I have a lot of little bits here and there that I love but they're...LONGER and also probably a bit much :P as you know I like showing "love despite unpleasant moments". And she's stubborn and sick. I LOVE LIL SILLY AFFECTIONSDFK sj
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