#Nibbling on them is one of my favourite ways to pass time

[desi-yearning]

What is the best vegetable ever and why is it carrot

#i love carrots #I believe in carrots supremacy #Carrots my beloved #Nibbling on them is one of my favourite ways to pass time #if any of my irls saw this post they'll immediately know it is me #even my lecturers at college would #everyone sees me eating carrots every. single. day. #That was very random sorry😭

[achillfrog]

Hey, so...

My rabbit, Sir Galahad, died last Friday. I’m trying to find a way to live with this, so. Here’s ten things about him.

1. His favourite “healthy” food was kale. He wasn’t allowed to have it all the time, coz it’s too high in... something. But every now and then he would get some. His favourite non-healthy food was sultanas; we would share a box every now and then.

2. He looked like a ball of fluff when he was sitting normally, but when he stretched out, he was so flat. I used to call him flat-rabbit when he did that. He could change his shape a lot, depending on how he was sitting.

3. He and I shared a room, and for the first few months, when I went to bed at night, he would jump up next to me and try to groom my hair. This was extremely painful, as he would dig his teeth into my scalp and drag them down. But I appreciated the thought.

4. He went nuts for food. He would get so excited, jumping around me, whenever he thought food was on offer. One time, he figured out how to climb onto my desk and helped himself to a few nibbles on some biscuits I had up there, which were definitely not for him.

5. I haven’t had a rabbit since I was like four, so the first time he flopped, I thought he’d died or passed out or something. I was frantically shaking him, trying to “wake” him up, while also googling madly trying to figure out what had happened. He was unconcerned.

6. He didn’t like to be picked up or held, but he loved pats, and would often snuggle next to me. If I was lucky, he would put his front feet on my leg while I rubbed his face. He liked it when I cupped his head between my hands and rubbed, like I was trying to start a fire or something. That was his favourite.

7. If he felt that he hadn’t gotten enough pats recently, he would charge at my ankles and grunt. As he weighed less than two kilos, this was not particularly intimidating, but it got the point across.

8. He had the softest fur I’ve ever felt. He was very meticulous about keeping it clean, though sometimes I had to help him shed. But it was so soft. A lot of people commented on it, when they met him. That and how sweet and friendly he was. Most people didn’t expect a rabbit to be so friendly.

9. While he did get scared sometimes, he was so brave. We’d be at the vets, and he’d poke his head up and look around. When the kids wanted to pet him, he didn’t shy away, even if they got too excited and made sudden moves. He was 100% willing to throw down with our 30 kilo labrador puppy (who wouldn’t hurt him, but did get a bit over-enthusiastic).

10. He trusted me from the beginning. From the moment I stepped into my front yard and saw him, where he’d likely been dumped by his previous owner, he seemed to know. I’ve seen videos of people trying to catch rabbits, even domestic rabbits, and they’re so hard to catch. But he let me walk right up to him, and pick him up, even though he hates being picked up. It was like he knew I loved him, and from the second I saw him I did. He would follow me around, when I let him free roam the house. Sometimes when I’d come into our room, he’d startle and hide. But then he’d see it was me, and come over for a pat.

I miss you Gali. My sweet boy. It hurts so much. I love you. I’m sorry. Our time together was so short. But know I love you.

Goodbye.

#animal #animal death

[luveline]

shy reader who starts working with rockstar!remus and thinks he’s super grumpy and mean, but eventually he reveals that he’s a huge softie and is really sweet to her. maybe she gets the impression bc she sees him arguing with someone or gets told something. thanks so much for all your amazing writing!

tw implied slut shaming ♡ rockstar!remus x shy!fem!reader | 1k words

Remus is technically your boss. You don't expect him to treat you any differently than that – a boss employee relationship suits you fine. It actually suits you perfectly. If he'd been chatty like James or overly flirtatious like Sirius you may not have survived this long on tour, but you have.  

Sirius' assistant Mabel had told you on your first day that Remus can be quite short with others. And over time you've found she's right. He doesn't say more than he needs to, he doesn't adopt any beguiling tones. Short, though, might be the wrong word for it. He's quiet. 

You try not to label him too harshly. After all, you barely talk. If people were calling you grumpy because of that alone you'd feel a great sense of injustice.

You wipe your damp cheeks. Maybe being called grumpy might be kinder. Grumpy you can own. Grumpy is something you can actively change. 

"Are you okay?" Remus asks, shocking you out of your thoughts. 

You sniff and stand as quickly as you can, stiff from sitting outside in the cold for so long. You don't look at him as you say, "I'm okay." 

"Are you sure?" 

You chance a glance at his face, unreadable as always. "Yeah." 

"What's upset you?" he asks seriously. 

The wind whips at your clothes and bites at your fingers. You tense them up into balls. With no jacket to hide them in they might as well be made of ice. 

Remus is similarly underdressed for the weather. Different cities, different climates. You miss the South American half of the tour dearly. 

"We should go inside," he says into the silence. 

You don't want to go in yet. "I'm gonna stay out here." 

"It's too cold." 

You nibble the inside of your bottom lip and try to fight another embarrassing wave of tears. "I don't want to go back to my bus, yet." 

He nods, eyes very obviously on the tear dribbling weakly down your cheek. "Okay. Okay, but we can't stay out here. Come on."

He nods his head towards the right where the band's bus, bigger and shinier than anyone else's, sits parked. You follow him up the steps and into the small front where there's a sort of L-shaped sofa around a square table covered in laptops and paper and drinks. You've been in here before, though usually there's another Marauder causing havoc. Remus opens his arm toward the table and you take it as a cue to sit as he disappears into the bedroom area down the way. He returns with a thin quilt and passes it over. Obviously his, it smells exactly like him, woodsmoke and sandalwood and that hint of fruity jasmine. 

You try not to breathe it in too deeply as you pull it over your lap, frigid hands hiding beneath it. "Thank you." 

"If somebody's done something to you, you can tell me." 

"Maybe I'm homesick," you try. 

"Are you homesick?" 

"...No." 

He sits beside you. Not close but closer than you thought he would've. If he wanted to, he could wrap his arm around your shoulder. 

"Are you feeling warmer?" he asks after a minute. 

"Yeah. Thank you. You didn't have to-" 

"Of course I did. You're my favourite assistant." 

You laugh, startled. "I bet you say that to all of your assistants." And he must have a few. You only handle his on tour expenses and comfort. He barely ever needs you.

"Only the very pretty ones." He tilts his head to the side. "Are you okay?" 

His caring tone is sobering. You nod slowly and then with more enthusiasm. "Yeah, I-" You shock yourself when you realise how much you want to just tell him what had happened, and when he smiles at you to keep going, you do. "One of the, uh, one of the tech guys. I got in the way and he- he asked me why I couldn't be more useful. 'N obviously uh, I'm your- I'm usually with you, and it looks… well, they think we're sleeping together. And one of the girls said I have plenty use." Your voice wobbles.

"One of the girls on your bus, you mean?" he asks gently. 

"Yeah. That's why I didn't want to go in." 

"You don't have to go in. I can't get them to put you on a different bus, if you like." 

You shake your head. It's a silly thing to be upset about. So what if everyone things you're having sex with a rockstar, right? And you don't really care about that. Sex is sex. But, the animosity that she'd said it with. 

"I guess- I mean, I thought she liked me," you say weakly. 

"More fool her if she doesn't. You're lovely." 

You laugh wetly. "What?" 

"I said you're lovely. You're sweet. You've never heard that?" he asks. 

You turn your face to him and smile shyly. "No, I've never heard that." 

He raises his eyebrows and rolls his eyes before huffing a breath out of the corner of his mouth. "Well, that's a crime." 

You don't know what to say. You think maybe he's knocked himself unsteady as well, because he reaches over your lap to grab a heavy looking laptop and pull it open in front of you. "I got that movie you like. The one about the aliens." 

"A Dark Line?" 

"Yeah." 

"I didn't know you liked-" 

"I don't. Or, I mean, I didn't. But you were so excited to see it when we were in Brazil, I thought it must be worth watching." 

The DVD he got is dubbed in Portuguese. You have to sit very close to read the subtitles, and his arm is a heat against yours. When he laughs you can feel it in your chest. 

You sneak a glance at him out of the corner of your eye. His smile is the farthest thing from grumpy, at least in your opinion. 

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin #marauders era #marauders #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin drabble #rockstar!au #marauder x reader

[kame11a]

story ideas idk what I'm doing

soooo basically I've had some ideas for some oneshots with our favourite puppet in my mind for a few weeks now. Buuuuuut since I propably won't have the time nor the skill to write them, I will just leave the ideas here.

Feel free to use these ideas if you feel like writing a whole story to them (but tag me because I want to read them >:) )

(also excuse any spelling mistakes, English isn't my first language)

After some time had passed, a few more people seeked refuge within the safe (more or less) walls of Hotel Krat. Among them, some children. The reader, a rather young adult themselfes (maybe freshly graduated from school/college before the franzy happened) spend some time with the children, giving them small teaching sessions based on their basic knowledge which they had gathered from school and their notes they still had in their bag. Pinocchio noticed that and at some point listened to their "class", after all he also has got a lot to learn since he is not a human and fights all day long. (Now imagen a whole grown ass man (puppet) sitting with a bunch of children on the ground infront of the reader who uses a small chalkboard (which they found in the library), listening to them explaining the basics of idk fotosynthesis or something like that).

2. This one is simple, just P with a reader who like to bake. Simple. Whenever the puppet returns from a mission, the hotel is filled with a pleasant scent of chocolate, cinnamon or vanilla, while everyone is already munching on some cookies or small pastries (can you imagen how cute Sophia must look while nibbling on a cookie, trying not to get any crumbs onto the carpet? :')). The reader themselfs also smells like chocolate or whatever all the time since they just spend all day preparing food and other stuff for their friends in the hotel (it is their way of thanking everyone for letting them seek refuge there).

bonus: since P propably isn't able to eat, at least not while he is a puppet, the reader keeps a small notebook containing all the food/desserts Pinocchio would like to try once he is able to (kind of like Al from fmab if yk). Until then he eventually helps the reader in the kitchen, even if most of the time he only watches since he has no idea what to do

3. This one is kinda angst/comfort stuff idk. Also kind of a sensitiv topic so if anybody feels offended by this please tell me and I will delete it!!!

Basically the whole events happening in Krat took a great toll on the readers mental health. Sadly, they were the only one from their family/friendgroup who was able to survive the attack, living now in the hotel with other refugees. Nightmares and guilt haunted them day and night as they constantly had to think about these horrific events, giving themselfs the fault for not being able to safe their loved ones. This kind of behaviour caused them to completly loose themselfs, now only being numb to everything, not finding any reasons to do anything. If they could decide, they would just like to stop existing. Thats when your boy appears. Let's say he is in his mid/latestage of becoming a human (yk like with his hair grown out n stuff). Him and the reader knew eachother for quite some time, since the reader was one of the first people to appear in the hotel, somewhat helping him to achieve his goal in becoming more human (like explaining emotions and other human things to him). Pinocchio also draggs them along when he discovers something new. Wether he did it intentionally or not, he helped the reader to fall in love with being alive again with his behaviour of basically acting like a small child who sees the world for the first time. Dancing in the rain while feeling the small raindrops gently touching their skin, watching small insects in the garden together, listening to the soft tunes of the gramophone in the entrance hall, playing with Spring, you name it.

4. This one is for ma boys Romeo and Carlo, so basically before everything happened (or in an AU where they survived and just lived their normal lifes... idk). So my first idea for them was just some tales from their school life, back at the Monad Charity House. You know, basic teenager/young adult stuff; studying together, training together, doing stupid shit in class together, always eating together at the same table in the dining hall, sneaking out together to hang out in the city, and much more.

I guess this would be a perfect crack oneshot/drabble

5. the second idea is a bit more romantic. Idk how I came up with this (I am delusional), but I thought about the reader attending another boarding school in Krat, which holds a close relationshiop to the Monad Charity House, Carlo and Romeo live in. Therefore, there are several events the two school hold together like a sports festival or something like that. Another one of these events are the grand balls which both schools host. It is their intention to a) establish more contacts and relationships among the studends and b) for them to also learn how to dance, eat and behave in a more formal way at social gatherings. So at one of these balls, the reader meets Romeo and Carlo and gets to know them better. Since I think it would be easier to write for only one of them (correct me if I am wrong), one could add the best friend of the reader who then gets to go with the options the reader did not choose (does that make sense?). For example, the reader and Carlo get rather close, shyly asking each other if they would like to dance or go outside to talk more, while the readers best friend does the same with Romeo (very stereotypical, I know). Maybe the Romeo x best friend combination would tease the hell out of Carlo and the reader since I view Romeo as the kind of person, to drob teasing comments here and there while being the biggest flirt himself and Carlo is one of the people, who on the outside also try to be like Romeo, but in reality are a complete mess when it comes to romance and stuff (yet again, only how I imagen them). (Have I already mentioned that I am delusional?)

so yeah these are my ideas which I will just leave here. As I already said, feel free to take them and do your own thing with them ( but I wanna see the result :)))) ). Also feel free to add your own ideas/inspirations to them

also this is my first real post here so go easy on me haha idk what I am doing here but for now I will be your "Fanfiction/oneshot-idea-dealer"

:)

#lies of p #lies of p x reader #lop #Pinocchio #pinocchio x reader #lies of p romeo #lies of p carlo #romeo x reader #carlo x reader #lies of p romeo x reader x carlo #oneshot #drabble #writing ideas

[lovejosephquinn]

Can I make a request of Joey making out with you every night before going to bed. Just them together on the bed with sheets over their bodies kissing deep , fluffy and passionately. And it doesn’t lead to sex because all they need is each others lips to fall asleep. Maybe they even talk between kisses✨🙌🥰🥺🥺

Right away ma'am. Thank you for this cutie patootie request. 🥰

It started off this way ever since the start of your relationship, bedtime with your boyfriend was your most favourite time of day. You'd clean your teeth together, both take a corner of the sheets and count to 3 in the cutest way, climbing under at the same time to feel the benefit of the cool feeling before warming it up from the body heat.

Joe would always offer his arm out to you to which you'd happily oblige, snuggling by his side with your head firmly placed to his shoulder, looking up into his eyes whilst he stroked your cheek, watching you start to look sleepy; his favourite view.

The way you instantly became skin to skin, as close as you could be with no space left in between you, almost on top of him because you couldn't stand at to be at least an inch apart until you were safely in slumber. His fingers ventured through your hair, gliding effortlessly through it, he'd squeeze you tighter in an effort to feel more of you, your legs would wrap around each other like a cocoon. He was your safe place, his scent and body felt like home to you, a warmth that seeped through your skin and straight to your heart. It felt like you belonged there.

Every time you looked away or closed your eyes, Joe would notice, he'd make a hitched noise through his throat to bring you right back to him again so that your attention was completely fixated on his gaze. His chocolatey brown eyes sparkled with nothing but endless love for you, a kind feature of sorts and they were completely mesmerising to you, an addiction which you couldn't quite explain.

His hand would revert back to your cheek as he edged himself downward to be at eye level with you, nothing was to be said, just his face etching closer until your noses brushed one another, then his lips would safely land themselves directly onto yours, a soft barely touching sort of kiss to begin, something that sent electricity raging through your insides, butterflies engulfing your stomach to the point where you felt slightly nauseous, your heart flipped at the feel of his lips parting in time with yours and he seals it with a little nibble of your bottom lip before pulling back, a smile well earnt and so gorgeous that you could melt into a puddle where you lay.

"I love you, my darling." He whispers, his eyes scanning from yours and back down to your lips, a content sigh follows.

"I love you so much." You lowly reply, you could never tire of hearing those 3 delicate words fall from his mouth, his vocals sing to you like a heavenly beat each time they pass through your ears and cause you a euphoric feeling inside of you.

That's when he moves himself, forearm pressed to the mattress to hold him up, his hand not moved from your cheek only slightly slipping to your jaw when he presses his lips to yours once more, the sheets hugging you together making you feel ever closer. The kiss is still slow, but your lips part even more this time and his tongue presses against your bottom lip, tasting your skin thoroughly before making it's way inside of your mouth. The muscles dance together as one, your hands now cupped to the back of his head, pushing him down further so that you can intensify the movement.

Joe tilts his head to one side like he knows what you're asking for, his hand wedging itself to the back of your neck and all of sudden, it's extremely passionate. Your hands fist at his curls as slight whimpers erupt from your throat in unison, one after the other a little weeping sound urges the other to reply back through that one noise. You push your head upwards, using the force of your whole body to move him back, he breaks the kiss in a desperate attempt to understand what you're doing. "Let me lay on you." you ask breathlessly.

He immediately obeys and you climb straight on top of him, laying yourself onto your stomach with your legs secured in-between his, your lips confine themself straight down to his neck, right where he likes it. Sucking and leaving wet heavy kisses along the vein that sticks out of the side, his own scent leaves you longing for more, for everything; but right now your brain cannot fathom anything more than just having his lips attacking yours.

His hands move sweetly over your naked back, the palm of his hand massaging over your skin slightly as you move back up once catching the moan you solely desired to hear before you continued where you left off. Your mouth moved to his jawline, planting little pecks along it, feeling the graze of his stubble prickling your lips, slightly irritable on your skin but the sensation had your mind in a trance. Your hands lay either side of the pillow, fingers softly tickling the sides of his head when you moved back to his mouth, kissing him openly and directly before taking a small bite of his bottom lip. The chuckle which ascended from his vocal chords made you giggle, a kind of just getting you back for doing it to me cheeky kind of laugh, the convenient noises of adoration and ability to still have fun even though you were currently in a state of desire.

Your tongues writhed together once more and you plainly ignored what was happening down below, the feeling of a tent appearing through his boxers pressed onto you gave you all the more ammunition to deepen the kiss, his groans becoming more sloppy yet more attractive by the second. Joe moved his hands up to meet yours, intertwining your fingers together in a lovesick motion, completely covering your knuckles with his fingertips, his thumb stroking along the part of your hand which was bare. You came up for air for a second, both panting at the heavy session of what can only described as making out.

Letting go of his hand, you rub your eyes and let out a big yawn that'd been festering in your chest for the last couple of minutes and Joe proceeded to offer you a toothy grin, shaking his head slight understanding that you were clearly exhausted from your long day.

"Is my sweet love tired?" Joe asked rhetorically, he already knew the answer.

You moved your face down into the crook of his neck and his arms caged around you in a tight, warm embrace. "Is that a yes?" He again knew the answer without your response.

You nodded, letting a little kiss slip onto the bottom of his neck making him shudder from your soft touch.

"Come on then little spoon, time for sleep." He moved you to climb off him sluggishly, you turned to your side facing away and felt his hand creeping to the back of your head once he'd turned out the light, lifting it up a little to let his arm move through you freely and meet his other hand that had wrapped over your chest, pulling you closer into him, he smiled into your hair, taking in all that he could before closing his eyes.

The smile remained for the next couple of minutes when he heard your breathing grow shallower and your body feeling limper, you'd drifted off pretty quickly, but it always felt so comfortable in Joe's arms, nothing could make it easier to fall asleep than when you were by his side.

"Goodnight, beautiful." He whispered, adjusting his body to feel more comfortable and snug, not taking him long to join you in the sweet dreams of you that awaited him.

#my asks #joseph quinn #joe quinn #joseph quinn fluff #joe quinn fluff #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x y/n #joe quinn imagine #joe quinn x fem!reader #joe quinn x y/n #joe quinn x reader #joseph quinn fanfiction

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Prom Date

Summary; Eddie finally realises his feelings for y/n when he finds out she's going to the prom with, Steve.

Warnings; Angst to fluff.

I do not give anyone permission to copy my work.

Reblogs, comments etc mean the world to me ❤

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"So prom is in a week". Y/n decided to sway the discussion away from D&D just for a second and also she was planning to ask her longtime crush Eddie to prom.

"More conforming bullshit". Eddie mutters as he nibbles on his lunch and her heart sinks.

"You don't think it would be fun to go?". She asks trying to stay hopeful but he shakes his head.

"Wouldn't be saying that if it was Chrissy on his arm". Gareth teases Eddie whose cheeks go pink.

This is the thing that kills all of her confidence to ask him. She wasn't Chrissy, far from it and Eddie would never return her feelings.

It seemed silly now but she had this fantasy of wearing a beautiful prom dress and slow dancing with Eddie to a cute love song.

That wasn't meant to be though and she shrugs sadly.

"Right. Chrissy".

❤

She heads to Family Video right after school and her mind is racing, heart sore as she explains to Robin and Steve what happened.

"I couldn't even get the words out, it sucks because all I've ever been dreaming of these last few months is to go to prom with Eddie but of course, he thinks it's Bullshit unless Chrissy was involved".

Robin gently rubs her back.

"You could come with Vickie and me? It will be so much fun! We will have such a good time! Vickie won't mind if we explain what happened". She softens.

"Robin, it's you and Vickie's first big night together and it's prom. So no I'm not crashing on that". Robin's eyes light up.

"How about if you went with Steve? Then we could all go together?". It sounds like a nice idea and she looks at Steve who agrees.

"Hey, take my favourite ladies to prom? Absolutely". With that settled she begins to feel excited about prom again and plans her outfit with Robin.

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Five days until prom.

The weekend passes in a haze of prom planning and she has found the most beautiful dress too.

It finally seems to be hitting some of the Hellfire Boys that prom is very soon as they have already started scrambling around for dates.

Eddie is planning to go with Jeff and Gareth and do some last-minute deals and get drunk.

Jeff smiles at her as she sits down and the way he looks at her makes her pause. Shit. She's sure she knows what's about to happen.

"So, y/n you can go to prom with one of us right?". She immediately feels their eyes on her and is a little flustered.

"I uh". Gareth pipes up and grins.

"It's perfect. If you go with Eddie then I can ask Sarah to the prom?". This annoys her. Was that all she was? A date of convenience. Could Eddie not ask her himself? Did he even want to go with her?

In her fantasies, him asking her was romantic not like this.

"I can't go with any of you. I have a date". This shuts them all up and Eddie's gaze locks onto her intently.

"Who are you going with?". She squirms and sips some water.

"Steve, all of you thought it was some big joke when I mentioned prom and it isn't. I wanted the pretty dress and to dance with the guy I liked but he didn't ask and Steve was sweet to agree to Robin's idea".

They are all silent, especially Eddie.

"I'm not a second choice either guys, Im not a second choice to Chrissy. I want my prom to be special". She gets up and leaves feeling a little lighter that her feelings have come out.

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Prom night

She spent the afternoon with Robin and Vickie getting ready. The dress she's chosen is so pretty and fits her perfectly. Vickie does her and Robin's make-up and Steve arrives looking really handsome in his tux.

He hands her a gorgeous pink corsage and she accepts it happy to be with her friends on this night.

They all get in Steve's car and excited chatter fills the air as they reach Hawkins High and head into the gymnasium where prom is being held.

The minute she heads inside she spots Eddie with Jeff and Gareth, he looks handsome in an all-black suit, a Hellfire patch sewn on the suit jacket.

It makes her smile. He catches her eye and it sends butterflies through her stomach when he gapes.

Steve comes up to her and offers her punch and she's distracted from Eddie for a second missing the way his eyes flash at Steve who takes her hand and spins her around until she's giggling and he leads her onto the dancefloor with Steve.

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Steve is dancing with Nancy and she watches them both feeling happy that they are reconnecting.

The minute Steve as Nancy sitting with her friends and looking longingly at the couples dancing she urged Steve to go and dance with her.

There's a gentle tap on her shoulder and she turns around to find Eddie looking at her nervous.

"Can I have this dance princess?". She slips her hand through his and he squeezes it as he leads her to the dancefloor.

"Jesus H Christ you look, beautiful sweetheart". He murmurs to her and she grins wrapping her as around his neck.

"You look good yourself Eddie". A faint tinge coats his cheeks.

"I should have asked you to prom, he admits to her. Hearing you talk about going with Steve and then seeing you with him? I didn't like it one bit, in fact, I was jealous".

He was jealous.

"Eddie... I wanted you to ask me" He strokes her cheek and she leans into his touch.

"I'm sorry it took me so fucking long to see what's been right in front of me all along sweetheart".

"But Chrissy?".

"What about her? She's pretty and all princess but she isn't you. She isn't my best friend or the most beautiful, girl in the world to me to me. You are". He leans down and kisses her tenderly, she returns the kiss on cloud nine.

It's everything she's ever wanted. He kisses her forehead and then her cheeks and to her lips.

She's at the prom. Dancing to a love song with the guy she's adored all of her life who is looking at her with reverence and holding her right against his chest.

It was perfect.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #stranger things x reader #stranger things eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader

[onceuponastory]

letting you down - rockstar!bucky x reader

Don't you get sick of only hearing your own voice? Talk like you're so damn tough, but you're just a little boy You like to think you've broke the mould, but now I'm sure, You'll crack just like the rest when I break your fucking jaw! - the best thing (that never happened) by we are the in crowd

Edit: Although the girl I used in the original moodboard was meant to be Natasha, I want my fics to be inclusive for all, so have updated the moodboard to reflect this. Plot: Tour romances mean nothing serious...right?

Or, fresh out of a breakup and deciding to focus on her music, Y/N jumps at the chance to go on tour with one of her favourite bands to take her mind off of things. Especially romance. Unfortunately for her, their drummer just can't keep his eyes off of her. Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Emotional abuse and manipulation (not from Bucky), reader’s ex being a dick, self doubt, a tiny mention of violence and anxiety. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: Another rockstar Bucky fic, because I do love him so. Also, this was inspired by song above, so I recommend you listen to it (also because it’s a great song). Again, thanks to @staticscreenwriting / @astartothemoon for my dividers. Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

Taking a seat on the cold wooden chair in her agent’s office, Y/N anxiously nibbles on the skin of her lip, almost tearing it off with how nervous she is. Only an hour ago, she was told to come to the office urgently because her agent had news for her, too important to share over the phone. The whole time, she’s been wracking her brain to figure out what she could want to tell her. And each time, her mind has come up with the worst potential outcomes. And after just being dumped, that’s the last thing she needs right now. “So, we have some news.” Helen, her agent, announces, peering at her over the frame of her glasses. Y/N gulps. It’s the sort of look a mother gives her child when they’re caught sneaking cookies out of the jar, or when she knows that they’re the one who broke her vase. Either way, it’s not a good sign. She’s definitely about to be dropped. Maybe Dylan's right. Maybe she’s not cut out for this. Her stomach churns, and she warily eyes the exit, just in case.

“Good news, I hope…?” She chuckles awkwardly, starting to hope the ground will swallow her whole.

“It depends on whether you have any plans in September.” Frowning, Y/N raises a brow. However, before she can even ask why, Helen continues. “Because The End of The Line wants you to open for them on their US Tour that month.” She states casually. Y/N’s mouth drops open.

“WHAT?!” she squeals. “Are you serious?!” The End of The Line is a band she knows very well. Okay, she knows their music. Yet, considering how they’ve got multiple number ones and album nominations under their belts, practically everyone knows who they are. They’re one of the most successful bands going in the scene right now. But she had no idea they knew who she was. What feels like only a few months ago, Y/N was posting her own original songs on her YouTube and performing in her local bar…and now, she’s going on tour with one of her favourite bands. Not even that. Imagine the exposure this could bring. All the new fans and support. She doesn’t even realise how much her heart is beating or how close she is to hyperventilating until Helen passes over a glass of water.

“Don’t be so modest.” She tuts. “The first single you released has been in the Top 10 for weeks, and your album is selling incredibly well. You’re in high demand, and people know it.” Y/N gulps down the water almost in one go, still shaking. “Are you okay? I don’t want you passing out on my floor.”

“No, no. I’m okay! I’m good.” Y/N lies. Helen raises a brow.

“Okay, well I need to confirm your attendance with their team so they can schedule a meeting with them and the band to go over venues. And then there’s merchandising, transport arrangements….” Helen’s voice fades into static as Y/N grapples with the situation. She’s going on tour with one of her favourite bands. They know who she is, and they like her. She pinches her skin a few times, wondering if she’s still dreaming. That she’ll open her eyes and she’ll be a nobody again, her perfect Cinderella story over. 

However, the repeated pinching doesn’t work, meaning that this is real. That revelation somehow both makes her relieved and absolutely terrified. Sure, she’s going on her first tour…but that means there’s more people to disappoint. The band, for a start. But then again, going on tour means meeting one of her favourite bands ever. Not to mention that by getting herself out there, more and more people can discover her music, and she can hopefully do what she loves for a living, rather than waiting tables for the rest of her life. Which means potentially more tours and new albums. And she won’t have to spend as much time in her practically empty apartment now that Dylan’s left. “So? What should I say?” Helen asks, peering over the rim of her glasses again.

Taking a breath, Y/N answers: “Tell them I’d love to tour with them.”

A few weeks later, Y/N and Helen enter the building where she’s about to meet The End of the Line and their agent. Glancing around the vast building, Y/N’s heart rate picks up. A year ago, she could only dream of going to a place like this for a visit, let alone to meet one of the biggest bands in the scene to plan a tour with them. As they enter the elevator, Y/N fiddles with the waistband of her trousers, suddenly feeling more and more constricted. 

“Maybe this was the wrong outfit choice. Maybe I should’ve been more casual?” She wonders. “Actually, maybe I should just go. I definitely do not fit in here. Sure, I’ll be getting out of the house, but is it really worth all this?” Y/N bounces anxiously on her heels, waiting for the elevator to reach the floor they need so she can make a break for it. 

“Y/N, please calm down before you stress me out. That’s the last thing either of us needs.” Helen sighs.

“Sorry. I’m just nervous.” Yet she can tell Helen’s words are not malicious. Helen really does care for her. She just has a funny way of showing it sometimes.

“I know. Trust me, though, they don’t bite. And I made Tony promise that he’d play nice, too.” She chuckles. Y/N doesn’t laugh. The elevator dings, and Helen announces that they’ve made it. Y/N’s heart drops. Although she considered running, she now can’t move. “Come on.” Helen orders, beckoning her to follow. Y/N does as she asks, as if on autopilot.

“That woman must have magic powers.” She thinks to herself.

When they reach the meeting room, to Y/N’s surprise, Helen simply walks in without knocking, giving her no time to prepare. 

“Well, look who finally arrived! It’s wonderful to see you again, Helen.” A man grins, shaking Helen’s hand. He’s dressed in a crisp black suit, one that Y/N recognises absolutely costs more than her rent for a year. Presumably that’s Tony. Y/N steps forward, ready to introduce herself. Until-

“Hey! You must be Y/N!” Before she can even react, Natasha Romanoff is standing in front of her. Y/N gulps. 

“Yeah, that’s me. It’s nice to meet you!” She holds out a hand for her to shake, but Natasha pulls her into a hug instead. 

“There’s one thing you gotta know about Nat. She’s a hugger.” She recognises Steve’s voice, but suddenly realising Natasha Romanoff is a real person to then being hugged by her in such a short space of time is a lot for Y/N to cope with.

“You’re gorgeous! I can’t wait to go on tour with you!” Nat squeals, and Y/N mutters something in reply, still in shock. 

“Nat, let the poor girl breathe and let the rest of us say hi!” a voice speaks, and Y/N is soon released from Nat’s grasp. Then, she meets the rest of the band, starting with Steve and Sam. “And over there is…” 

But the man on the couch needs no introduction. Bucky Barnes leans against the back of the couch, twirling a drumstick between his tattooed fingers. In fact, tattoos cover both of his arms and most of his hands, little of his actual skin showing. He cocks his head, looking over her body with a smile. This man just oozes confidence…and he’s fucking gorgeous.

“Bucky.” She whispers, although not quietly enough, as Bucky laughs.

“Yup, that’s me.” Y/N blushes. Bucky gets up and shakes her hand. Her fingers brush over the calluses dotted around his fingers, and a shiver reverberates through her body. “Nice to meet you.” He smiles, and Y/N gulps. Fuck, this man is attractive, and he knows it. And he probably knows that she knows it too, given how he’s looking at her. Nothing can come of this, though. She’s here to do a job and for her music, not to fall in love. Especially after everything that’s happened in her love life, and especially not with a band guy like Bucky Barnes. 

“Come on, let’s start planning.” Tony orders. As the group takes their seats, Bucky sits right across from her, still smiling. Still staring at her. Y/N’s breath hitches in her throat.

She can already tell…he’s got trouble written all over him.

The next few months of interviews, photoshoots and practice sessions whizz by in a blur. In seemingly no time at all, it’s time for Y/N to go on tour. She looks up at the tour buses, her stomach churning with both excitement and her nerves. 

Is it too early to go home?

“Hey! You made it!” a voice calls. And there go her escape plans.

“Hey Eddie. Do you know where I’m supposed to be staying? Am I with you guys on your bus?" she asks. Eddie is one of the band’s merch guys, and since meeting, the pair gelled right away, something which Y/N is immensely grateful for. Of course, she’s glad she and the band are getting on so well, but it’s nice to have a friend who isn’t in a band, someone she can just talk to about anything. In all honesty, Y/N’s still nervous around the band. They’re lovely, but she’s star-struck and hopelessly awkward whenever she’s with them, which isn’t a good thing when you’re trying to make friends. 

To her confusion, though, Eddie chuckles. “Sorry Y/N, but you’re not with us.” He gestures his head to the other bus. “The musicians are all in there.” Y/N gulps. This isn’t what she expected. She feels like a fish out of water, even now. Like she doesn’t belong. She’s just an opener, a nobody.

“But-” 

“Yes, that means you too.” Eddie cuts her off. “And we’re full.” He continues before she can say anything more. “On you go.” When she doesn’t move, he gently nudges her forward, towards the door of the bus. “You better be fast and get a good bunk!” He calls after her as she nervously steps on board. 

As she makes her way to the bunk area, clutching her bag close to her chest, Y/N looks around the bus, her home for the next few weeks. Its kitchenette is even bigger than her kitchen at home. Actually, this whole bus is bigger than her apartment. Earlier this year, she could only dream of standing on a bus like this, yet alone living here. This is definitely going to take some getting used to. 

“Hey guys.” She smiles when she reaches the bunks. They all smile when they see her, each welcoming her to her new home, which makes her feel a little less nervous. “So, which bunk is mine?” 

“You’re up here, above me.” Bucky answers. Y/N’s eyes widen, and immediately, her nervousness is back. Bucky? She’s sleeping in close proximity to Bucky? The same drummer who’s been on her mind ever since she met him, despite her attempts to block him out? How can this possibly go wrong? “I hope that’s okay. If you’d rather have the bottom one, just say.” He reassures her. Despite her nerves, Bucky’s commitment to making sure she’s okay and comfortable makes her smile. 

“No, the top one is totally fine. Thanks Bucky.” She nods, trying to throw her bag onto the bed, but unable to reach.

“Let me help you with that.” Bucky chuckles. 

“Are you sure? I’m okay Bucky, it’s-” But the bag falls to the floor before she can finish her sentence. Bucky laughs again. Yet it’s not a mocking laugh. It’s a friendly laugh, actually. “Okay, maybe I do need help.” Bucky picks up her bag, lifting it over her head and onto the bunk with ease. As he does, she immediately notices his proximity to her. He’s so close that he’s almost trapping her between the bunks. So close she could reach out and run her finger along every single outline of each of Bucky’s tattoos, touch every freckle and birthmark dotting his skin. Y/N gasps. She never realised how muscular he was at first. “Thanks.” She smiles.

“You’re welcome.” He nods. For a moment, it’s as if it’s just them two on the bus, in their own little universe, each staring into the other’s eyes. But then, a little voice sounds in Y/N’s head.

“Don’t get with band dudes. They’re no good. And they’re the last thing you need, especially now.” And so, she pulls away. As she does, she registers Bucky’s smile faltering slightly. “So, what are the beds like? Are they comfy?” She asks, climbing up to her bunk, hoping to change the subject. 

“Yeah, they’re alright.” Bucky replies, his voice mumbled slightly. As she lays down, Bucky’s smile fading and his slight disappointment replays in her mind. His disappointment confuses her.

This is for her own good.

For both of their own good.

So why does she feel so bad about it?

Early the next morning, Y/N sits alone at the small table in the bus’ kitchenette, staring out at the window and watching the world go by. A steaming mug of coffee sits opposite her. Unsurprisingly, her nerves meant she didn’t sleep well the night before. Especially since tomorrow marks the first night of the tour, and her first time performing for people who aren’t the regulars at her local bar.

“Hey.” A familiar voice speaks, pulling her out of her thoughts as Bucky sits opposite her. Y/N rubs her eyes, mumbling a good morning. “You good? Wasn’t expecting anyone else to be up so early.” He remarks. She waits, a part of her expecting a cheeky or sarcastic comment to follow. However, there’s no malice in Bucky’s comment. In fact, it’s far from cruel. It’s from a place of concern, making sure she’s alright after having her world changed practically overnight. And Y/N appreciates it more than he’ll ever know.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” Y/N murmurs, wiping at her eyes. “Just homesick, that’s all. I’m not used to being away from home on tour yet. I mostly just stick to playing local bars.” It’s not exactly a lie. Sure, it’s not the main reason she’s sitting here teary eyed at not even 8.30am, but it’s still part of it. Bucky’s brow furrows. A part of her expects him to judge her, or to laugh at her for being so inexperienced. Like she’s used to people doing. Well…like she’s used to Dylan doing. Or worse, he’ll start prying. Something she absolutely isn’t ready for. However, Bucky simply nods. 

“Yeah, I get that. It took us all a while to get used to it, too. But don’t worry, you’re doing great, and you’re definitely good enough to be on tour.” And for the first time that morning, Y/N finds herself smiling. 

“So, now we’ve established why I’m here so early in the morning, can I ask why you are?” 

“Well, I’ve always been a bit of an early bird, and when you share a bus with three other people, some of whom snore….” He trails off, and he and Y/N laugh. “I usually take this time to write some music, but it’s nice to have some new company for once.”

“Have you been working on anything special?” Bucky shrugs.

“Just some things here and there. Maybe we could plan a writing session.” 

“Just us?” Y/N regrets the question almost immediately. Because who does that? Who asks a cute guy who talks about hanging out with you if his friends will tag along too?

“If you want.” Bucky smiles, and something in Y/N’s stomach flutters. “Okay, I’m gonna get some breakfast.” Bucky announces, getting up. “Do you want some?”

“Sure, what have you got?”

“We have…cereal or cereal.” He offers, holding up two boxes. Y/N laughs.

“Wow, what varied choices. I think I’ll have cereal, please.” Y/N points out the box she wants, and Bucky nods.

“A wise choice.” Y/N giggles again, and he grins. He passes over a bowl and sits back down. The pair chat as they eat their breakfast, laughing at each other’s jokes. Y/N can feel her heart beating like crazy. She never imagined she would be here, doing simple things like eating breakfast with a rockstar, or that they’d get along so well. Especially so soon after having her heart broken. It’s an unfamiliar experience…but it’s a nice, comfortable one all the same. 

As the morning goes on, the rest of the band slowly make their way towards them, and the bus fills with laughter and chatter. Bucky drums a rhythm on the table, and once again Y/N finds herself smiling as she watches him play, and as the others all sing along. Yet, despite how much fun she’s having at that moment, all she can think about is when this tour will be over, and how, when it ends, she’s going to be heartbroken and alone all over again. And she can’t handle that pain. Not again.

She has to limit the risk of heartbreak, wherever possible. 

The next night, Y/N paces around the green room, nervously murmuring to herself. “I can’t do this. I can’t do this. Oh god, they’re gonna hate me.” She wrings her hands together. “Is it too late to go home?”

“Hey, it’s alright Y/N. Calm down. Take deep breaths.” Sam encourages. 

“Yeah, you’ll be fine! You’ve practised more than enough for this. We were nervous our first time too.” Natasha continues, and the others nod. Yet, Y/N shakes her head.

“No. I won’t. It’s a huge crowd, and I’m not good enough.” A figure stands in front of her, gently taking her arms.

“Y/N.” Bucky. “I promise you, you are good enough for this. After all, that’s why we brought you on tour with us, right, guys?” A chorus of agreement fills the room, alleviating her worry slightly. 

“What if they hate me, though?”

“Nobody’s going to hate you. Did you see the reaction we got when we announced you? Everyone is so excited, and you’re going to go out there and kill it, just like you did in rehearsal.” Seeing that she’s still nervous, Bucky leans in slightly closer. “When you’re out there, imagine you’re performing just for us, like before. Think you can do that?” He asks.

“I guess….” She murmurs, and Bucky smiles. 

“Good girl. Want us to walk down to the stage with you?” He asks, and she nods. When the time comes, the band does exactly that, reassuring her the whole way there. As she waits for the song before she goes out to finish, Y/N takes deep breaths. She registers someone squeezing her hand, and Bucky whispers in her ear. “Don’t worry. Just like you practised. We’ll be right here, watching.” Y/N nods.

And then, it’s time, and Y/N steps onto the stage. Immediately, she launches into her first song. To her surprise, most of the crowd seems to know it, and she can see the people in the first few rows singing along and dancing. Even those who don’t know her look like they’re having a good time. And the same things happen with the second song. And the next song. The crowd seems to love her. 

After a few songs, Y/N takes a minute to have a drink.

“Hey guys! I’m Y/N.” The crowd cheers, and she can’t help but smile. “Some of you may know this, but this is my first actual show on an actual tour, and what a fucking amazing crowd and band to start my tour life with!” More cheers. “So thank you all, but especially thank you to The End of the Line!” She glances to the side of the stage, catching the eyes of the band. All four grin, giving her a thumbs up. Y/N smiles proudly. “This next song is called Crimson. Sing along if you know it.”

Y/N’s set goes by both quicker and better than she expected. As she gets closer to the end of her set, the band leaves to finish getting ready for their own set. However, Y/N doesn’t mind. She already feels more confident than she did at the beginning. As she finishes up her last song, she calls out: “Thank you all so fucking much! I’m gonna be hanging out at the merch table over there for a bit if you wanna come say hi or tell me I was shit. Fuck it, you guys bought the tickets.” She giggles. “Goodnight!”

When she makes it to the merch stand, Eddie hands her a beer, which she almost downs. “Damn girl.” Eddie praises. “That was fucking awesome!”

“You think?”

“Uh, yeah! The crowd loved you. We’ve sold a bunch of your merch already.” She gasps.

“You’re kidding.” He shakes his head, gesturing to something behind her. Y/N turns around to see some girls standing there, staring at her all wide eyed. “Oh sorry. Am I in your way for merch? Just tell me to move. It’s okay.”

“You were amazing! I love your music so much.” One of them grins, holding out her ticket and a sharpie. “Can you sign my ticket, please?” Y/N’s mouth drops open. She wasn’t actually expecting people to want to meet her.

“And mine!” The others chorus.

“T-Thanks!” Still slightly in shock, Y/N nods, signing each ticket and taking pictures with each of them. Soon, a few more fans come to see her, and still amazed, Y/N repeats the cycle. This is her first ever meet and greet, the first time people actually like her.

“Have a good night!” She calls as they go back towards the crowd. “Did that just happen, or am I fucking dreaming?!” she asks Eddie, who laughs.

“I told you. They love you.”

During The End Of The Line’s set, Y/N stands side stage watching them, smiling and singing along to every song as the crowd laps it up, screaming every word back to them. They’re such incredible performers. Maybe one day, that’ll be her, selling out venues across the country. She glances out on the stage, watching as the band plays. Natasha jumps around, her red hair swinging around wildly. Sam and Steve lean against each other as they play their guitars, smiling and joking with each other. And then, she sees Bucky, drumming furiously, his arms moving rapidly. He throws his hands up into the air, twirling his drumsticks between his fingers. Once the song ends, he runs his hand through his hair, strands sticking to his sweaty forehead. Breathlessly, he smiles, mouthing a thank you to the crowd. Y/N feels her breath hitching in her throat. He looks so gorgeous, a true rockstar. 

In an ideal world, one where she and her love life aren’t so broken, they’d probably be together. But there’s no way that can happen. She can see how the girls in the crowd look at him and the others. If he has the pick of any girl he wants, why would he ever go for her?

After all, she’s just an opener. Feeling her heart sinking, Y/N sighs sadly. With one last look at Bucky, she turns and walks back to the green room.

After their set, the band comes back to the green room. To her surprise, though, they’re not talking about their set…they’re talking about hers. “I knew it! You were perfect!” Natasha squeals. “We’re so proud of you!”

“And Eddie told us about your meet and greet. The fans love you.” Sam praises. Before Y/N can say anything, the band envelopes her in a group hug. The overwhelming love and support shown to her throughout the night suddenly reaches a head. Immediately, tears come to her eyes, and soon, Y/N begins crying.

“Oh god, sorry was it too much? We can be a lot, so if you’re uncomfortable, just tell us, sweetheart.”

“No! I’m just…not used to all this, to being shown so much support all at once.” She murmurs, and a chorus of “awww!” fills the room.

“Trust us.” Natasha smiles. “You deserve it.”

“Welcome to touring life Y/N! As a celebration, I say we go get food. My treat.” Steve grins.

“Wow, you’re paying? That’s new. You should savour this experience Y/N.” Sam teases, and the group dissolves into laughter. As she looks around at the band, her new friends who changed her life, Y/N smiles, already feeling her anxieties beginning to melt away slightly.

“Come on then. Let’s go.”

“That was so good. And it tasted even better since I didn’t pay.” Sam grins, and Y/N laughs. 

“Shove off. It’s your turn next time.” Steve replies. As Sam, Steve and Natasha walk on ahead, Bucky falls into step beside her. Right away, she can feel her heart rate beginning to increase.

“I’ve eaten so much, I’m surprised I’m still able to walk.” She murmurs, and Bucky laughs. 

“Yeah, I feel that. We go there every time we’re here, and every time I eat too much too. Join the club.” Y/N looks up, glancing at the stars. She used to wish on them every night, hoping someone would discover her, and that she might actually have a shot at making music, the thing she loves, her job. And now, here she is. Maybe dreams come true after all. “So.” Bucky begins, drawing her focus back to him. “Is there anywhere on this tour you’re most excited to go to?” 

“I don’t really know. In all honesty, this whole thing and getting to tour the country is still mind blowing to me. I’m happy to go anywhere.” Smiling, Bucky nods. 

“Yeah, I was the same when we first started out. You’ll still pinch yourself, even when you get as famous as us. And I have every faith you’ll get there.” Y/N gasps. It’s strange, how he’s so much more famous than her, and yet he still talks to her and treats her like he’s his equal. He really is one of the kindest people she knows. Her stomach twists in knots. And that’s going to make leaving him even more difficult. “I’m most excited to be back in New York, though. Even though I moved away, hometown shows are always the best.”

“You’re from New York too? Same!” Bucky smiles. Her eyes trace along Bucky’s jawline, illuminated by the streetlights. He looks so beautiful. She feels Bucky’s hand brushing against hers, and her heart rate increases.

If dreams do come true...she has an idea for a new one.

“Really? That’s awesome. You know, there’s a really great Italian restaurant I go to all the time whenever I’m there. Maybe we could go.” Y/N suppresses a laugh. She’d love that more than anything, but deep down, she knows he doesn’t really mean it. It’s just him trying to be nice. He’ll forget about her when all of this is over. They all will. And she can’t even blame them for it. Sighing, she nods.

“Yeah. That’d be nice.” 

As the tour continues, Y/N’s confidence continues to grow. Each night, she becomes more and more excited to go on stage. And in turn, she becomes more confident around the band, and spends more time with them, whether it’s writing songs together, shopping with Natasha, or hanging out with Sam and Steve. Basically, her touring life is perfect…aside from one little thorn in her side.

Bucky Barnes.

It’s not that Bucky has been horrible to her, not at all. In fact, he’s been the same kind and welcoming person he’s always been. That’s the problem. He’s so kind that it’s hard to not get close to him, or to want to spend time with him. Especially since she can already feel herself falling deeper in love with him with every passing day. Each time she has to pull away, Y/N feels terrible. 

“So.” Natasha smirks one day whilst they’re out shopping. “When are you gonna put that poor boy out of his misery?” When Y/N raises a brow, Natasha rolls her eyes. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I mean! Bucky is so clearly whipped for you, and you’re obviously into him. I can see it all over you.” She grins. Y/N gulps. Despite how happy she is to know that Bucky might feel the same way about her, this is the last thing she wanted to happen. 

“Nothing is going to happen Nat. And you don’t even know if that’s true.” She points out. Natasha says something in reply, but Y/N doesn’t hear it. All she can think about is how big of a problem this is, and how she’s going to have to break Bucky’s heart even more. Of course, the idea of just telling him the truth and admitting her feelings has crossed her mind a few times. Yet, despite how much she wants to do that, and to stop letting her fear and Dylan ruin her new chance at happiness…she’s too afraid to admit the truth, and to drag Bucky into her mess. Or to lose him, and be heartbroken all over again. And this time, it’ll hurt even more than it did with Dylan.

As soon as they get back, Y/N enters the bus, shutting the door behind them. She climbs into her bunk. Angrily throwing the pillow across her bunk, Y/N grabs her phone. Hopefully, scrolling through social media will make her feel better. And at first, it works as posts from her fans fill her feed. She likes and comments on a few, continuing to scroll. As Y/N reads their words, a smile grows on her face. She’s so lucky to have her fans and their support. But then, another post appears. One of her ex and her ex-best friend. Immediately, her heart sinks. They’re still together, smiling like nothing happened, acting like they haven’t left a trail of destruction in their wake and ruined her life. She’s sitting here, terrified of getting too close to Bucky and the others in case she gets hurt like that again. And the people who did it to her in the first place don't even care. They never did.

Angrily, Y/N grips her blanket, grabbing her songwriting notebook and opening it.

It’s about time she lets out her emotions.

“Is Y/N okay?” Sam asks the next morning, after they arrive in New York. “I didn’t see much of her last night, and she shut herself away as soon as we got to the venue.” Bucky furrows his brow, concern flooding his features. Y/N barely spoke to anyone, only a few words here and there. Natasha shrugs.

“She said she’s busy writing, and she doesn’t want to be disturbed. I guess we’ll find out when her new song comes out.” That makes Bucky even more concerned. He knows all about being in a deeply focused, creative headspace, and how you don’t want to speak to anyone until it’s done. But he also knows how bad it can be when you shut yourself away for so long, especially when she already looks so upset. He’ll have to check on her when he gets the chance.

Yet, the next time he sees Y/N is when she’s getting ready to go on and is in a rush. 

“Are you sure you’re alright? We were worried about you.” He asks, watching as she runs around the room, spraying hairspray and perfume everywhere. 

“Yeah, I’m good. Much better.” She insists, reapplying her lipstick in the mirror and giving herself one last check over. “Right, I gotta go. Talk soon, yeah?”

“But-” Bucky begins, cut off by Y/N placing her hand on his arm.

“Bucky, trust me. I’m okay. Bye!” And then she’s gone, leaving the scent of perfume in her wake. Despite his concern, Bucky chuckles. She sure is something. Tonight, she looks like an angel, glitter covering her lids and outfit. She looks beautiful. But she always does. This entire tour, he’s been trying to find the guts to tell her the truth about how he feels, with no luck. And the way she always turns him down or pulls away at the last second makes him think she doesn’t feel the same. Turning, Bucky follows her down towards the stage. 

Although, if she doesn’t feel the same way, he’d understand. When he gets to the side stage, Y/N is already on, in the middle of her first song. Bucky watches her as she works through her first few songs, smiling. The way she controls and interacts with the crowd is incredible, much better than he could ever do.

“Well, hello New York!” Y/N shouts into the mic, the ending of her sentence being drowned out by screams and cheers. “You guys are fucking awesome. Thank you so much!” Another round of cheering sounds, and Y/N grins, the lighting illuminating her teeth and the glitter she’s wearing. Bucky watches, smiling. “Are you guys excited for The End of The Line?” The crowd goes wild again, and Y/N laughs. “That was probably a stupid question.”

“I wanna try something new with you guys, if that’s okay.” She continues, and Bucky raises a brow. “But it means I have to tell you a story too…. Oh, I can see complete excitement on your faces, so I won’t talk too long then.” She jokes, laughing. And then, Bucky realises he’s laughing too. “So a few months ago, just before The End of The Line invited me on their tour, my boyfriend dumped me over text.” The crowd immediately starts booing, whilst Bucky raises an eyebrow. She never mentioned this. “I know! But unfortunately, it’s not just that, New York. He told me he was dumping me for one of my best friends. The same friend he was cheating on me with for the last few months of our relationship. Apparently, me playing shows was too much for him to handle, and I’d never be famous, so he had to think of his future with a girl who ‘knows what she’s doing, instead of just a bar singer’ like me.” The boos intensify, and Y/N nods, clutching a hand to her chest. “I know! At first, I let his words get to me. Look at me now, though!” The crowd cheers, and Y/N grins. “So, I put all my pain and anger into a song, and I’d like to perform it for the first time for you guys. Is that cool with you?!” The crowd goes wild, and Y/N grins, tuning her guitar. “Okay, okay! I hear you loud and clear. If you’ve ever had to deal with a shitty person in your life, I hope this song speaks to you as much as it does to me…and that you tell them to go fuck themselves.” She smirks, and Bucky laughs. “This song is called Letting You Down.” 

As the song plays, Y/N sings with more passion and fury than Bucky has ever seen. She controls the crowd masterfully, having them hanging onto every word she sings. For only just starting out, she really is a natural. Yet, her admission replays through his mind. Hearing how poorly she was treated infuriates him. Y/N’s such a talented and good-hearted person, and she doesn’t deserve that. Her ex obviously has no idea what he’s talking about. Although going through all that may explain why she’s been pulling away from him so much, and so nervous about being on tour. Y/N needs to know how talented and loved she is. And if she doesn’t, he’ll tell her every day.  

After Y/N’s set, Bucky waits in the green room for her. When she walks in and sees Bucky sitting there, her eyes widen. “Aren’t you meant to be on stage in like five minutes?” She frowns. Bucky shakes his head.

“That’s not important right now. I need to talk to you.” Her face falls.

“You heard, didn’t you?” He hates how small and ashamed her voice sounds, like he’d be mad at her for admitting the truth. Bucky nods, stepping closer.

“I did, listen Y/N, I-”

“Buck, come on, we have to go!” Steve calls, poking his head through the door. Bucky doesn’t even care. He just wants to be with Y/N. “Buck!” Steve repeats.

“You need to go!” Y/N insists.

“But-”

“Bucky. Go. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” She promises, gently pushing him towards the door.

Throughout the entirety of their set, all Bucky can do is think of Y/N, and the things he needs to say to her. Things he’s wanted to say to her from the beginning. The second their set is finished, Bucky runs backstage. Y/N sits in the green room, anxiously fiddling with her thumbs. 

“Y/N.” He smiles, breathless. She looks up at him, her face falling. Bucky’s heart sinks. He hates seeing her so upset. “Can I sit?” She nods. “Y/N, I-”

“Look Bucky.” She sighs, finally cutting him off. “You’re incredibly sweet and all, but I just can’t commit to a relationship right now.” She sighs. “You heard the story about my heartbreak, right?” He nods. “Well, I can’t put myself through that pain again. I can’t give my all to somebody and receive nothing in return, I’m sorry.”

“Y/N, he sounds like a dick. And I promise you, not everyone is like that.” 

“It’s not just that.” She murmurs, staring down at the ground. “I know you’re a good person, Bucky. Fuck, I see it in you every day. You’re one of the sweetest guys I know, and I don’t want to think you’d ever hurt me like that. That’s why I’ve been pulling away from you, so neither of us get hurt. Yet, I hurt us both. Honestly, I think I’ve been in love with you ever since we met, and I do want to be with you. But what happens when this tour is over? When the fairytale is over, and we go back to our normal lives, whatever they are now? Sure, we’re musicians, but we come from two totally different worlds. And I don’t fit into your world.” She sighs. Bucky raises a brow, shuffling closer towards her. “Maybe Dylan’s right. Maybe I am just a bar singer.” Bucky gets up from his seat, kneeling in front of her. He takes her hands in his, rubbing his thumbs along her knuckles.

“Y/N. You are one of the most beautiful and talented people I’ve ever met. We could only dream of being able to control and entertain a crowd like you can. Especially tonight!” He insists. “And besides, there’s nothing wrong with being a bar singer, especially when they’re as good as you. Your ex has no idea what the fuck he’s talking about.” As she gazes into Bucky’s eyes, Y/N feels tears building in her own. 

“I want to be with you more than anything. I just can’t. I can’t risk being hurt again.” She whispers. Bucky feels his heart breaking, but he knows he can’t force her to do anything. And so, he nods.

Suddenly, the door opens, and Natasha pops her head in. At first, Bucky expects her to say something about how they’re going out for dinner or something. Yet, as soon as she sees the serious look on Natasha’s face, Y/N frowns. “Nat? What’s going on?”

“Y/N, there’s someone here to see you. He insists he knows you, and even tried to bribe our door staff to let him into the venue. Says he won’t go until you hear him out.” Immediately, Bucky tenses from beside her, and Y/N’s stomach drops. 

“Did he leave a name?” But she knows who it is before Natasha even confirms it.

“It’s Dylan.” Her entire body goes stiff. It feels like someone dumped a whole bucket of ice cold water all over her, plunging her into a horrible nightmare. 

“Wait, Dylan as in ‘Letting You Down’ Dylan? Your ex who treated you like shit?” Bucky asks, and Y/N nods, still numb. “Where is he?”

“He’s in the dressing room. The guys just shoved him in there.” 

“Oh, fuck.” Y/N hisses, already beginning to feel herself hyperventilate. 

“Y/N, we can tell him to go.” Bucky offers. To his surprise, Y/N shakes her head.

“No. I need to do this. I need to tell him myself.” She gulps. Bucky can tell she’s absolutely terrified. “I might need some moral support, though.” She admits, her eyes glancing down at the floor. Bucky finds her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Of course.” He whispers.

When Y/N and the rest of the band enter the room, Dylan turns around. As soon as he sees Y/N, he grins. Immediately, Bucky hates him. His grin looks smug, and the way he looks at Y/N makes him feel sick. If he could, he’d punch that asshole right in his smug fucking face.

“What the hell are you doing here?” She gasps.

“Wow, I just didn’t realise you were serious about this whole thing!” Dylan muses, looking around the room. “When I saw you online and on TV, I knew I had to come see you…and talk about what happened. Tell you what, why don’t we go get some drinks or some dinner, and we can just…talk it out?” Dylan whispers, reaching out to stroke her arm. The same way he used to when he was trying to get back on her good side, hoping she’d ignore all the cruel things he’d say about her and her career. Reflexively, Y/N steps back, away from him.

“Oh, so you only care about her once she’s getting more attention?” Bucky demands, earning a sharp jab in the ribs from Natasha.

“Bucky.” she hisses.

“What? He doesn’t give a shit about her or her career at first, but when he sees how popular she is and how he’s probably being blasted all over social media for rightfully being called out, he suddenly cares?” Dylan scoffs, rolling his eyes. 

“Buddy, this doesn’t concern you.” Y/N’s heart sinks. Bucky’s right. Dylan doesn’t care about her at all. He’s only here to save his ass.

“Actually, it concerns all of us, buddy. We’re her friends, and we actually give a shit about her, unlike you.” Bucky snaps back.

“Can we have some alone time now?” Dylan asks, his eyes narrowing as he looks at Bucky. For a moment, Y/N almost says yes, wanting to just get rid of him as soon as possible with no further trouble. That is, however, until she glances back, ready to tell the band to do as he asks. The entire band looks pissed off, but Bucky is seething. He stands with his arms folded as he glares at Dylan. They’re the ones who care about her and her career. Not Dylan. And then, Y/N realises what she has to do. 

“No. They stay.” She states. Dylan’s brows furrow. 

“But Y/N, sweetie-”

“Don’t call me that. You lost the right to call me that a long time ago. And you have no right to come here unannounced and start making demands, especially after what you did. I want them here, so they’re staying.” She folds her arms. “Now. What do you want?” When he sees he isn’t getting his way, Dylan splutters.

“I just don’t see why you had to make such a big deal out of it, that’s all! And besides, I was just thinking about calling you before I heard the song, anyway. It would be nice to talk again.”

“Oh, you were, were you? Well, you sure have impeccable timing, don’t you? And besides, I know that’s a lie because as far as I know, you were with your girlfriend last night. Have you told her you want to start talking to me again?” 

“Y/N, come on, don’t be like that. I’m trying to apologise. You always were so dramatic. It’s obvious I didn’t mean everything I said.”

“And yet ‘sorry’ isn’t the first word that came out of your mouth.” She hears sniggering in the background, which only spurs her on further. “And it’s not being dramatic. It’s called standing up for yourself and realising that you’ve treated me like shit for as long as I can remember, and I’m tired of it. If you think I’m coming back to you so you can do it again, you’re dumber than I thought you were. So, you can take your apology and shove it up your ass.” Dylan’s eyes widen, and he splutters again. In a way, it’s funny seeing the man who treated her like shit be unable to handle her sticking up for herself. “Now, go.”

“I’d advise you listen to her and fuck off before we call security. Trust us, you don’t want that.” Sam warns. Dylan tries to argue back, but when he sees he isn’t getting anywhere, he groans, beginning to leave.

“Bitch.” He murmurs as he walks by. Bucky, Sam and Steve follow him out, making sure he leaves while Natasha stays with Y/N. 

“That was incredible! You really gave that asshole what he deserved.” She grins. Y/N doesn’t feel incredible though. In fact, she feels like shit. After being on such a high from the concert and finally letting her emotions out in song, suddenly being confronted with Dylan and being reminded of just how little he cares about her is breaking her all over again. Her bottom lip trembles and her vision blurs. Shit.

“I’m sorry Nat, I-I have to go. I’ll be on the bus if you need me. I just. I need to be alone.” She stammers, her words coming out in a rush. She doesn’t even give Natasha time to reply before she hurriedly leaves the venue and climbs back onto the bus, crawling into her bunk and huddling into the corner. As soon as she knows it’s safe, her tears are unleashed, and she shakes as tears stream down her cheeks. She wraps her blanket around her, hoping it hides her from the world.

Y/N lays there for what feels like hours until the door to the bus opens again. “Who is it?” She calls, her voice croaky. 

“It’s just me.” Bucky replies. As soon as she hears his voice, it feels like a weight has been lifted off of Y/N’s shoulders, and she lets out a breath of relief. “I know you said you want to be alone, but we just want to make sure that you’re okay.” She turns around, looking into the pair of blue eyes she knows so well. The pair belonging to the man she loves. When he sees her tear-stained face, Bucky sighs. “Oh, Y/N.” She holds out her arms, and without another word, Bucky climbs in beside her, wrapping his tattooed arms around her still shaking form. 

He lets her cry into his chest for as long as she needs, rubbing her back and whispering comforting words into her ear. “It’s okay. He’s gone. We got rid of him.”

“I’m sorry.” She hiccups. Bucky looks down at her, frowning.

“Y/N, you have nothing to be sorry for.” Yet, she sniffles, nodding.

“I do. I care about you so much. You’re so kind to me, and I’d love to be with you. In all honesty, it’s all I’ve ever wanted. But I ruined everything between us because of him.”

“You haven’t ruined anything, sweetheart.” Bucky soothes. “You’ve been through a lot, and nobody would judge you for being wary about dating again.” He kisses her head, his stubble lightly grazing her skin. Y/N feels that same flutter in her stomach again, this time amplified. He finds her hand again, intertwining his calloused fingers with hers once more. He brings her hand to his lips, kissing it softly. “It’s going to be big and scary, but we can take things as slow as you want. All I want is for you to be happy and comfortable.” And as she looks back up at him, Y/N realises that he’s right. Maybe she shouldn’t be scared, and actually let herself be happy again, with someone like Bucky.

“Okay.” She nods. Bucky smiles, softly kissing her on the lips. 

“How about I take you out tomorrow? Properly.”

“Where do you wanna go?” Bucky smiles, chuckling slightly.

“Well, we’re in New York, aren’t we? Like I said…I know a restaurant.”

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[fallatyourfeet]

Every Single Second (Thomas Shelby x Reader) One-shot

Word count: 1388

Warnings: Swearing, angst, blood, threats, violence against women. Both Tommy and reader are injured.

A/N: Full disclosure. I know what a whump fic is, but I have never written one before. Nor have I ever really sought them out to read. So I really hope this qualifies. Sorry anon, if it doesn't. I tried my best.

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You remembered every single second. Every fucking one. It wasn’t supposed to be that way. You were always told that the moments before and during traumatic events, were lost to the dark and forgotten regions of your mind. Locked away. At least, until your body had time to heal. To come back to you, slowly and sporadically in flashes of hazy images. But no. Every second of that night replayed with vivid horrifying clarity, every time you closed your eyes in the cold hard bed of the hospital. And you guessed from the way Tommy woke up screaming out your name, that he remembered every fucking second too.  

It had been the perfect evening. Good food, good wine and the undivided attention of the man you loved. It had been a trying couple of months. Tommy had been distracted and absent, both physically, and when he was home, emotionally too. It was not an unusual thing, you had grown accustom; albeit reluctantly, to the ebbs and flows of Tommy’s behaviour. You understood it, knew the pressures and stress and dangers his ambitions created through every facet of his life. But you put up with it. Not only because you loved him, but because you knew he loved you. And you knew, with your help and patience, the distraction and emotional distance, would pass. He would always find his way back to you. And that night was the end of a very frustrating stretch of weeks.  

Tommy had come home that afternoon with a smile. Slipping a pearl necklace from his jacket, he handed it to you, kissing you softly as he whispered against your ear. “I’ve made reservations at your favourite restaurant.” Reaching into his pocket, he grabbed his watch, and after a quick glance, he added, “That gives us just over an hour.” Looking back to you, his blue eyes spoke without need of words, telling you exactly how he wanted to spend the majority of that time. But just in case you weren’t listening, his fingertips moved to the buttons of your blouse, while his teeth nibbled at your ear; it was torture of the most blissful kind. And the rest of the evening unfolded in an equally glorious way, from the second he walked through the door, until the moment the car reached the lonely road leading home, the night had been perfection. 

Tommy drove with his eyes trained to either one of two places, the road ahead, or you; struggling to keep his gaze from your features. You could see it... he was happy, your joy was his joy; and he didn’t want to look away. That’s why you were the one to notice it first. Heading towards the intersection just a few hundred yards from your driveway, you first heard the distant hum of an engine. Sitting up a little straighter, you searched the road around you, quickly catching Tommy’s attention. But the moonless sky made it impossible to see anything beyond the car's headlights... that was until you neared the intersection.  

The light spilled just far enough to catch sight of a lorry barrelling towards the car... its own headlights switched off. Speeding towards Tommy. It was going to hit his door, and it was too late to stop it. With your body angled towards him, you felt every muscle stiffen, your back pushing against the glass window of the door behind you... and yet, you spoke with surprising calm, “Speed up Tommy, floor it. Now.” Seeing your alarm, Tommy didn’t hesitate, his foot hitting the accelerator hard. But it wasn’t quite enough. The lorry clipped the back, the impact sending the car into the air, rolling and crashing across the ground, before finally stopping on its roof. 

Blood. So much blood. You didn’t even know if any of it was yours. But one look at Tommy ripped all the air from your struggling lungs, stealing any ability to scream. Thrown free of his seat, he was stuck halfway through the broken windscreen, his body lying bleeding and motionless across a bed of broken glass. And his head, his poor head, even in your shocked condition and terrible light, you could tell it was battered and already bruising. Anywhere but his poor head. It was already compromised, fragile; Father Hughes had seen to that. Panic ripped through you, stripping away your shock and the numbness it provided, every inch of you crying out in silent screams of pain. It felt like every bone was broken. Biting down, you tried to ignore the searing pain and dragged yourself towards him. With a gentle hand, you rubbed his shoulder, too scared to shake, worried you could cause more damage, “Tommy... Tommy. Please wake up.” 

Incoherent mumbles slipped through his lips as he fought to open his eyes, blinking weakly in an effort to see though the blood running freely from a deep wound above his brow. They were rolling around in his head, unable to focus on you, but his mumbles were getting clearer, even though they were just a string of random words, “Be. Are you? It's not. Gun.” 

“Shhh, Tommy, you’re concussed. Keep your eyes on me... Look at me Tommy.” With the sleeve of your dress, you wiped the blood from his eyes, as he still struggled to focus on you. Screaming, you called out into the darkness, “Help... Somebody help us, please.” Where was that fucking lorry driver? You could still hear the running engine somewhere off to the side, but you couldn’t see a thing, as you too, dealt with a stream of blood flowing from somewhere amongst your hair.  

In answer to your plea, you heard footsteps crunching through the gravel of the road, followed by a voice. It was threatening and menacing, far from offering the assistance Tommy so desperately needed. “Help? You want me to help you and your bastard husband?” Crouching down, the man’s face was covered in shadows and besides his London accent, you could make out no other distinguishing features. “What happened here, lovey, was no accident.” Tommy was in a bad state, but still, the threat in the man’s voice did not evade him. Struggling to move, his panic was evident, as he feebly tried to push you away, to shield you from the man. But he was too groggy and far too injured. With weak blood-stained hands, he grabbed at his jacket, but his fingers wouldn’t co-operate, only managing to bring himself to the attention of the shadowed face.  

That’s when you saw it, the glint of Tommy’s pistol in the halter under his jacket, the sight of it abruptly pushing a stupid thought into your head. It was silly, you knew that, but you couldn’t stand by and do nothing. Ignoring the pain, you threw yourself towards Tommy, hoping to reach the pistol before the man did. But he was too quick. In one single movement, he swiped it from Tommy’s halter and struck your temple with the hilt. The impact knocked you backwards, leaving you dazed, but somehow, conscious. You knew that because of the tormented sound that escaped Tommy’s mouth. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought the pistol struck him, his anguish and distress were unmistakable. Fighting to sit upright, Tommy was able to string a coherent sentence together, and though his voice was weak, it was also unhinged and savage, “Don’t you. Fucking. Touch her.” 

That was the moment relief flooded your body. A fleeting moment of relief that did not last long. In the distance came a set of headlights, barrelling towards you from the driveway of Arrow House, ruining the lorry drivers plans. Leaning into Tommy’s ear, he spoke in quiet tones, but every word reached you clearly, “You’re a lucky man, Mr Shelby. The crash didn’t kill you. And if that car wasn’t coming right now, I’d be unloading a bullet into your head.” Then grabbing a fistful of Tommy’s shirt, he lifted his head into the air, and smashed it back against the ground, sending Tommy back into darkness and ripping a horrified scream from your lungs. But not before he whispered his threat, making sure he was loud enough for the both of you to hear, “Next time though, neither you, or your bitch will be so lucky.”

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[alphabet-mafia-member]

MU'RAWA - AN AVATAR TWOW STORY

- This week was a bit rushed, so I apologize for the quality of this one, definitely is not my favourite. I'll be revisiting this one later.

- Also one funny thing is how TF I'm gonna fit a slow burn in a movie where the love interest has like maybe 30 minutes. Funny experience.

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III - RÄ’Ä TXÌNG (Swimming lesson)

You stand on the vibrant coral reef, surrounded by crystal-clear turquoise waters. The sun radiates warmth, casting shimmering rays upon the underwater world, and colourful fish dart among the coral, painting the scene with brilliance.

The ilu swim around you as you saddle them. Their heads emerge from the water now and then, attempting to nibble the food you had in the pouch over the walkway.

— You know these are not for now! — You grab the pouch, throwing it over your shoulder. Not far from the deep end, laughter and excitement echo down the shore, followed by splashes of water. You can’t help the smile creeping on your face. — Come on, let’s go there, yes?

As you walked down the weavings, the Ilu clicked and bellowed down under. Blurs of dark blue moved under the surface, the lighter ones glided with grace, in a fluid, effortless motion. The Sully boys seemed stuck in place, coming to the surface once or twice for air. Amused, you concluded your graciousness could not be that far from theirs.

You find a serene spot amidst the rustling wind, settling down with your unfinished saddle in hand. Many days were spent on it, you weaved every thread with the utmost attention. It was your next passing rite in the clan after all.

"This one is mine" The flames cast a dim light on the sandbank, Ao'nung showed the intricate leather-like piece proudly, you traced every detail, trying to learn every pattern, searching for ways to improve your technique "It got loose at least three times when I strapped it first."

Tsireya smiled, kind as always "The women from the clan will teach you how to weave properly, and I can help you, ma tsmuke. When you finish it, you'll test it on the waves outside the reef, near the wall. Sempu will see you fit for it." With a gasp, she grabs your hand. " Would you allow us to watch your ride?"

Weaving the saddle was more than a mere act of craftsmanship, you'd come to learn, it symbolized the bond between The People and Sea, a connection of trust and unity with the animals that lived their many ages before Metkayina. Each thread woven with care represented the wisdom passed down through generations.

As you skillfully intertwined the fibres, you honoured the teachings of your friends, honouring their ancestors' spirits. The saddle would become an extension of your identity, the second step of your journey into the water.

— You're too fast! Wait for us! — A whiny voice dragged you out of the memory, the youngest of the Sullys thrashed about on the water, visibly tired already.

— You are not good divers! Maybe swinging through trees, but... — It was not the first time Ao'nung's head had been smacked before, and the fact made you giggle. His eyes meet yours across the water, signalling for you. Setting the work at hand down, you dove deep, quickly swimming over to them. As you approach, the tiny girl giggles, splashing water at you. Giggling, you do the same.

— Tuk, no... — The boy reaches out, in a reprimanding manner and you tranquillize him with a smile.

— It's okay, Lo'ak. You trust me, right, Tukti? — She nods. Taking her hands you start swimming around, tagging her along. — Don't forget to move the legs. You need them strong, ma evi.

Your eyes wander, meeting the oldest one's before quickly looking away. Ao'nung notices your glances, smirking.

— Come on, we don't speak that finger talk, you guys. — Neteyam tries to persuade the teens, and you can see Tsireya's eyes soften.

— I will teach you.

His presence intrigues you, something is captivating about him, an air of quiet contemplation that sets him apart from the vibrant nature surrounding you both. There's a warmth in his gaze, a genuine curiosity that makes your experience in the reef understood.

You can't help but smile as you witness his occasional attempts to hide his fascination with the world around him. It's as if he's studying everything and finding beauty in the simplest of details.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 

Observing you from a distance, Neteyam noticed how your eyes sparkled with genuine joy as you engaged in swimming with his sister. Tuk had a wide smile mirroring yours as you took her by the hand under the water. You showed her how to move, leading her to the surface for air when needed.

You eventually let go of her hands, tending from a distance as Tuk swim amongst schools of fish. Your hair sways with each subtle shift, like strands of seaweed dancing with the ocean's rhythm. The way you glide through the water, body seemingly weightless, fills him with awe and admiration.

You only turn your attention to him back on the shallow banks. A smile bright on your lips, Tuk spent on your hip as you rock her tiny form.

— Tam, tam, Tukti — You whisper, Neteyam extends his arms, asking if you'd like to hand her over, You gently lower them again, amused. His eyes dart from where your hand rests to your face, holding your gaze. The familiarity of your chartreuse eyes brought an odd sense of comfort.

You also did not belong to the reef, but he could see how the water grew on you. You spent much more beneath the surface, your affinity for the ocean evident. It gave him at least a glint of hope. Maybe he too, could try and belong.

— Don't worry, I love her already. Like baby syaksyuk.

As he continued to observe you, a growing admiration filled his heart, appreciating the way you seemed to take the family in already. Tuk clings to you unflinching, eyes almost closed, and as your hand leaves his arms to pet her head, so does the warmth, surging a shiver on his spine.

— Thank you. — You nod at his gratitude.

Turning around, you meet blue-eyed gazes. Their eyes held a mixture of intrigue, amusement, and a hint of knowing. A mischievous grin played on Roxto's lips, his eyes twinkling with playful delight. He nudged Ao'nung, who wore a sly smile, exchanging knowing glances.

They had witnessed the few-worded exchange. There was an understanding between the friends, a silent agreement to let that scene unfold without interference.

Neteyam felt a warmth rise to his cheeks as he realized their watchful eyes upon both. You shifted your gaze, heart pounding with slight embarrassment.

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Eywa ngahu livu.

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[shinescape]

Always

Idol Jun x Best Friend Fem Reader

tw/cw: mentions of food, playful banter and reader is mentioned as smaller than jun (once?) so if you're not comfy with that then yeah just putting it here :]

note: posting this for my best boy wen junhui and my apologies if there's errors around. also this blog lacks seventeen content (i am guilty of it as well) so do request them to fill up the space. enjoy the read!✨

The boys were gathered in their meeting room. Some were either eating, goofing around or just napping. They came back from recording a reality show and it was tiring yet they had so much fun. While they were minding their own business, you stepped inside the room after knocking a couple of times. You tried to not get any attention but one of them spotted you. 

"Oh my god!" Dokyeom screeched as you told him to quiet down but to no avail he screamed for the others. 

"Look who’s here, guys. Jun, your friend is here!" The group’s sunshine purposely emphasised the last part. It's not like you had a crush on him or anything, why does Dokyeom make it sound otherwise? Everyone greeted you and even Jihoon who had his eyes closed gave a lazy salute. You were never getting used to this even after meeting them quite a handful of times before. 

"Hey, it's been awhile. Gimme a hug." Jun had his eyes closed as he opened his arms wide but nothing came. He blinked his eyes open only to see that you were happily talking to Seungcheol about something. He wasn't jealous. Nope. It was definitely not jealousy until he saw Dokyeom back hugging you and swaying you from side to side. 

I thought he clearly said that I was her friend. Jun thought iritately as he stomped his way over and pulled you away. "Calm down, her arms aren't like yours." Seungcheol piped in until he noticed the expression he wore. That’s when he knew something was up.

Jun hastily let your arm go and asked you. "What brings you here?" You showed the bag on the table and gave a small smile. "I brought some food. Dig in guys." You announced to the whole lot and as expected cheers came after. It’s still funny to you how they became extra hyper every time food was mentioned. You made rather simple dishes, yet they acted as if they were some high class dishes.

"This is really good!"

"Look at Mingyu, he's not stopping."

"It's his favourite, let him."

"Hey, don't be greedy Jeonghan! These are made for us, not just you."

You turned to Junhui who had an annoyed look and tapped his shoulder. "Here. Go eat somewhere safe from these hungry men." You gave him a different bag, smaller but it felt heavier than it looked. He couldn't help but smile and went off to eat elsewhere. 

While they were busy eating, you busied yourself on your phone. A low grumble came from your stomach. "You can wait." You mumbled as you lightly patted your stomach. After quite some time, they helped you clean up the containers and placed them back in the bag. They didn't forget to thank you and asked where the dancer ran off too. The said male walked back in the room seconds later with his mouth still full. 

"Hey, how come you get a different one!" Soonyoung pouted as the others gave him strange looks.

"Guys, It's the same. At least some people get to eat." You stood with arms crossed over your chest. Only then they realised, you didn't eat anything but stuck your nose on your phone all the while when they happily filled their stomachs. 

"We're sorry." Joshua apologised as he nudged the others to do the same. 

"I'll eat later, no worries. Heard that all of you needed to go somewhere. I'll take my leave then." You bid goodbye and waved at the boys. 

"Wait!" Jun jogged over and passed back the empty case to you. "Thank you. It was delicious as always." He unconsciously nibbled on his lips, feeling nervous all over. You couldn't help but look away from his actions. Always making things awkward, you thought. "You're welcome. Well, see you when I see you. Bye." 

You stepped out of the room only to have someone following from behind. You knew who it was. You didn't want people to think that something was going on between you two but not that you cared much about it anyway. "Yes, Jun?" You turned and looked at him for a second before averting your eyes away when he looked up. 

One of the things you’re not good with is eye contact, it makes things awfully difficult for you. Not that Junhui was any better than you, it was fake bravery for him as well. The real him was a bit far from that, at least he's getting better. 

"Can we meet tonight?"

"Tonight? Don't you have schedule later?" 

You cocked a brow at him. Knowing that he sucked at being sneaky and can fail at times. Unlike you, who wouldn't mind sneaking out and successfully gets away with it. Meeting secretly could be dangerous but thrilling. 

"I'm free tonight. So can we?" You hated when he pleaded in that tone of his. Like it's pleasing to the ears but you feel like punching him at the same time because you know that saying no wasn't a choice anymore. 

You heaved a sigh and answered him straight away. "Fine. I'll bring food, knowing that you'll take the most time to get here anyway."  

"Thank you!" He exclaimed and wanted to give you a hug but you backed away almost immediately. You gave an apologetic smile to which he understood why. 

"See you tonight then." You left right after exchanging goodbyes.

It was almost 9 p.m as you boarded the bus from your place. Like you had planned, fifteen minutes later you arrived at the familiar part of town. Three boxes of pizzas should be enough, you shrugged at the thought. It was cold that night, the usual weather. You sped up your pace to avoid the strong wind hitting your face. 

The familiar building was in sight but you knew better than to use the front doors like everyone else. Your head hung low as you walked faster, passing a small crowd that was surely waiting for something to happen or rather someone to pass through those glass doors. 

"I saw him!"

"Good thing we stopped by right?"

A smirk made its way on your lips. You made sure no one was at the back and prayed so that the metal door wasn't locked. With one push, the door easily clicked open and you sighed in relief. Walking inside, you head up the stairs all the way to the second floor. It was tiring but it was the best option available for you.  

"Finally!" You sighed loudly and almost caught the people’s attention who passed through at the end of the hallway.You halted in front of the silver painted door with the words 'Studio C' written in bold letters. You gave a few knocks before entering the dimly lit room. A sprawled body on the dance floor greeted you. 

You walked nearer and sat by his legs. Coincidentally, both of you were wearing all black from top to bottom. You patted his thigh and no response came. "Urgh, such a heavy sleeper." You pattered a few more and chose to squeeze his thigh in the end. He jolted up and ruffled your hair out of habit. You didn't say a word but slightly pushed him. 

"Too close."

You placed the pizza boxes out and were about to get up. Well, you didn't want to be found dead in the morning because you choke on pizzas and decided to get drinks by the vending machine. Jun pulled you back down. "I'm getting the drinks." You frowned at him. "I brought them." He pointed out then started eating straight away, happily shoving a pizza slice in his mouth.

"Eat slowly." You then followed suit. Both of you ate in silence until someone's phone rang loudly. It went off and rang the second time.

"Yeah?" 

"I'll be back before then." 

"...okay bye."

You looked at him with raised eyebrows. "They knew I'm out." He sighed dejectedly. You kind of felt bad but apologising won't change what happened and it was his idea in the first place, you just went along with it since you were free. "At least they don't know your whereabouts, right?" You wiggled your eyebrows, trying to lighten up the mood.

He only chuckled and ate more. After cleaning up everything, you then leaned against each other and stared at your reflection through the mirrored wall. Jun casually pulls your head to rest on the curve of his neck. 

"How's life?"   

"Bearable." 

"Have anyone that-" 

"No." You glared at him through the mirror. 

He suddenly pinched your cheek, hard enough that you smacked his torso in response. "Also, stop working out so much. You're gonna turn into a rock one day." You rested your head on the side of his arm. "Just say you're impressed with my body." Jun added. "Please, not my type at all." You retorted back at his overly confident words to which he chuckled back. 

"Wanna take a photo together?" You quietly asked. This was out of the blue and knowing how such a request was a very rare chance. He agreed.

You and Jun smiled through the front camera and took a couple of shots. Until he snatched your phone away. "Let's take from the back camera." He suggested that you had no choice but to agree. "How about we hide our faces?" You were sure he was getting weird by the day. Like why would you even do that? Usually couples do it, but why would he, all of a sudden? 

You agreed nevertheless, knowing how persistent he could be. After numerous shots, the last one surprised you. It happened so quickly and before you could say anything, he got up and left the room. 

You sat there, dumbfounded than ever. "What was that?" Your fingers traced the warm sensation that still lingered on your right cheek. The thought of him placing a kiss on your cheek clouded the fact that he took your phone away. 

"No, it can't be. Jun is just being weird...like always." You stood up and dusted your jeans. It was probably best that you headed home seeing how late it was getting. But then you remembered that you owed him something.  

Jun came back and you briefly locked eyes with each other. "We should head home. It's getting late." He walked closer and passed back your phone. His eyes were looking elsewhere but you. "We should." He just loves to make farewells awkward or it's probably just his way to get over it afterwards.

"Come here you." 

You suddenly pulled him for a hug. The warmth his body emitted relaxed you instantly. You missed this. You know that nothing is normal when you befriend an idol. A widely known idol at that too. "I miss this." He said through your hair as he tightened the hug. You said nothing but held onto him. You both swayed your bodies for a while before releasing each other. 

"You know, you're the only person I don't mind being this small to me." Jun embraced you again before letting go right after. "I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be happy about that, Wen Junhui." You punched his arm before collecting the garbage bag that needed to be thrown away. 

Both of you went down the same way you came earlier. He had a confused look and you knew it was coming. "I'm going to use this door more frequently. Thanks for sharing your escape." He hugged you. "Jun, you do know that this is your company's building, right? I'm surprised you actually don't know about it." You rolled your eyes. 

"Thanks for tonight. You don't plan on telling anyone right?" You questioned nervously. He shook his head and zipped his lips with his thumb and forefinger. "Good, the last thing I want is rumours and you getting hate. Good night then, Jun. Get home safely." 

You poked his cheek. "Don't be sad, we'll meet when we can, alright?" 

"I never liked letting you go home by yourself. I'm sorry though." He frowned.

"Don't apologise, I understand. I'll be fine." You assured him. It felt like a forbidden love story. But you knew better to not have feelings for him. You knew he doesn’t feel that way towards you. It was best to keep those feelings hidden. Feelings you didn’t know were there before. 

Jun saw how you suddenly went quiet and took the chance to softly place a kiss at the corner of your lips. He pulled back and observed your features. Your eyes widened but not a single word escaped your lips.

"Good night." He lightly ruffled your hair as you slowly took the chance to step out of the door. Heat rushed straight to your face as you left the building, even the cold winds couldn’t make it go away.

Maybe, the feeling is mutual.

Jun took off his cap and messed up his hair. He felt a churned in him, unsure whether it's a good or bad thing but it sure was disturbing. 

The next day, you went to work and saw how your co-workers were giving you smirks and odd smiles. 

You ignored them and stood by the cashier, putting on your apron. "We didn't know you have a boyfriend, kid." A senior worker lightly nudged you by the elbow. "Huh, what are you talking about?" You had a totally confused look written over your face. 

"We saw your Instagram. Late night dates, huh? How sneaky." Another colleague snickered by the table in front of the counter.

Once they went away, you instantly opened the said app and saw the posted photo. It was the one where he kissed you. Good thing, our faces were covered though, you thought calmly. "Wait, I'm supposed to not be okay with this. He went through my stuff! That guy-" 

"Look at you getting worked up. I bet he's cute." You scoffed and put your phone away. He's going to get it when I see him, you clenched your fist tightly. 

"It was a cute post. Even the caption was cute."

You decided to not care about the conversation or how openly they were teasing you. But you had to admit, what he wrote was very cheesy indeed. Although it was only one word. But the meaning could be anything.

The photo came back to mind as the word passed right after. 

Always

#seventeen imagines #seventeen oneshots #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #jun x reader #seventeen x reader #wen junhui x reader #wen junhui #svt jun #junhui #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop oneshots #kpop reactions #kpop fluff

[strawberry-selfships]

HELLO Davros loves you so so much. He actually made an adjustment to his casing/mobility aid so that you have a spot to sit now! It’s near his chest, so that you can cuddle up nice and cozy with him as he does his planning and scheming. (You don’t realize he’s scheming evil plans because the one (1) time that you did get suspicious, he actually turned about to be planning a gift for you and you felt bad for realizing the surprise, so you give him the benefit of the doubt now. He’d never do anything wrong, right? Not in front of you, at least.)

He absolutely loves you to bits and he actually told me (I was just passing by but he couldn’t resist rambling abt you to anyone who will listen) that he’s planning a date for you two. Shhh don’t tell him I told you though! He wants it to be special. He’s remembered your favourite snacks and even though he doesn’t really eat or drink much, he knows that you do!! Plus, he can’t resist you, he’ll take a nibble of your fave foods without any complaint. He knows it makes you happy to share things with him!! And he enjoys the happiness and warmth that you provide to him in return. It makes him feel so good to know that you’re so dedicated to him! And not out of fear, but out of love!!

OH!!!!!! MY GOD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAH

Oh my god man. Oh my god. Aaauuffjfhhfggghfhhfhhfhf ohhhmy goddd uuffhdfhgggghhkj oh my god my brain is going to explode everywhere . /pos

OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!! WAAHHHHHH UUGGHCVVHCHC WWAAAA aaaa aaaaaaaaaa man. Man. Man

Everything about this. Oh my god.

> him not doing his usual evil shit in front of me.

> him tampering with his chair just so I can sit too and be close to him. which also implies he loves my cuddles. Aaaa

> him planning stuff for me in secret so that way it’s a pleasant surprise because I love surprises,,,

> AAA HE LOVES ME

> him talking to people about his love for me,,, which is also something i do about him,,,, hhhh

> him planning a date,,, uubdbdnfbdjkhhh him still cherishing our relationship and wanting to do stuff with me,,,

> him remembering details about me like what kinds of foods I like because he knows im sensitive about that kinda stuff,,, aaaaa

> the FREAKING,, INCLUSION OF HIS CANON COMPLIANT (to I, davros, anyway) COURTESY OF OFFERING HIS ASSOCIATES FOOD AND DRINK EVEN THOUGH HE DOESNT NECESSARILY NEED THOSE THINGS HIMSELF HES JUST OFFERING THEM BC HE KNOWS THAT PEOPLE WHO ARENT HIM NEED FOOD AND DRINK AND WOULD APPRECIATE THE NICETIES uuugggjhhgffhhhh davrosssss

> HIM TAKING BITES OF THE FOOD I OFFER HIM BC HE KNOWS THAT ME SHARING MY STUFF IS ONE OF THE WAYS IVE ALWAYS SHOWN LOVE AAAAAAH

> “he can’t resist you” aaaaaaaaaa

> him valuing my love for him uuaaauuufffjgjjggggggg

BLESS YOU FOR ALL OF THIS AAAAGHHJJHHGHH IT WAS SUCH A LOVELY THING TO WAKE UP TO UUUJGNFNDND THE DETAILS ARE MAKING ME CRAZY AAAUHFJFHDJDJSNSNS THANK YOU SO MUCHHHHHHHHHHHHH

#long post #ask tag #abt davros #anon

[kalu-luwa]

infodumping about nephtali

because i’m in desperate need of some content about my ocs, only to be stopped by the fact that only i can produce said content

cw: talks of mental breakdowns, chapter 6 (ignihyde) spoilers, mentioned violence, implied death, implied eye injuries, mentioned arson, one (1) lone swear word, it gets very melodramatic but i promise my dude’s just slightly unhinged

(under the cut for dash length :D)

🌧️ when they're older, they'll probably only be about 165 cm tall (about 5'5")

🌧️ my first drawing of neph depicts them with long hair, but in the picrew, they had shorter hair. both depictions are correct.    💧 if you wanna know why they cut their hair... stress got to them.

🌧️ they bear a massive grudge against octavinelle. jade especially (despite what my pfp will tell you), mostly because of past trauma with liars, half-truths, and false trust.    💧 everyone knows it too. neph isn't a violent person in the sense that they don't beat people up for the fun of it (looking at floyd). they're actually pretty sweet once you get to know them well, but...    💧 unfortunately, the octa-trio don't get that privilege. whenever they enter their line of sight (or would it be sound?) they immediately turn bitter and harsh.

🌧️ has probably fought floyd at one point... and won.    💧 on that note, their favourite fighting style is 'drunken boxing'! it's very hilarious watching them make a fool out of themself to trick their opponents, and then turn around and beat the shit out of them.

🌧️ musically gifted (if the bracketed lyric in the tags didn't tell you as much), but likes singing over playing instruments. makes for a good way to 'see' their surroundings.

🌧️ has definitely bumped their hip on the corner of the table and cried.

🌧️ made the ‘i never learned how to fucking read’ joke one time. it’s 100% true.

🌧️ has a ton of siblings, all of them younger. the second-oldest is a year younger than them.    💧 they do have older 'siblings', but in the 'found family' kinda way.    💧 family dude right here. will die for their loved ones if it ever came to that (... is that why they wake up in a coffin?)

🌧️ sleeps in the fetal position. curls up under the sheets and just... passes out. will probably cuddle a pillow... or grim... or you, if you were ok with that.    💧 good luck to future roommates; neph wakes up pretty early (around 5-6 AM), and is a light sleeper.

🌧️ bit of a sweet tooth, but they like snacks they can nibble on and store in their cheeks like a chipmunk. would share their snacks with you.

🌧️ dances in the kitchen when they think no one is watching. please dance with them, it would make them very happy :3

🌧️ puts paprika (or some sorta spice, forgot the name) on pineapples. it tastes good to them.    💧 inspired by a snack i had during my vacation ;D

🌧️ usually goes barefoot, it's not worth the hassle to put on shoes for them. if they have to, they like ones with 'taps' on the soles (think of tap-dancing shoes)    💧 this is because they have pretty good hearing, and can use the 'clicks' as echolocation.    💧 unfortunately, this also means loud noises are the bane of their eardrums and existence. sorry sebek.

🌧️ they have good heat tolerance, but immediately freeze when it gets below 20°C (68°F)... which is a problem they often face during their stay in ramshackle.

🌧️ they don't know when their birthday is because they never celebrate it. they still like celebrating their friends' birthdays, but not their own.    💧 it's not anything too angsty. they legitimately cannot remember when they were born. it's probably because no one told them.

🌧️ fire terrifies them. or, at least, when it's burning too close for comfort. idia's overblot and the trip to the underworld gave them a mental breakdown.    💧 maybe it has to do with the house fire. the flames were the last thing they ever saw.

#nephtali (on a bright cloud of music shall we fly?) #twst oc #twst #twisted wonderland #chapter 6 spoilers #twst spoilers #espi.ritu #might put more later #i dunno

[adamfinchley]

Brain and gut are like two peas in the pod

It's quite strange to find so many of us have very little idea of the many processes that go on throughout our digestive system after we swallow food. To begin with, it takes around twenty-eight hours before the food is finally processed and remnants expelled. So when someone says that the meal they just had, passed through them quickly, this is most unlikely. If you need proof about the digestion process time, there is a very simple test. All children can enjoy this. With a meal, drink a glass of water infused with a harmless vegetable food die. The variety used in wedding cakes is best, and this can be bought at any good cake shop. It should take around twenty-eight hours for the die to reappear. Much longer, and this could indicate an unhealthy digestive process, that normally would be associated with the type of bacteria in the intestines. Our gut microbiome totals anything around two kilos in total weight. This makes it only second to our liver in relation to internal organ size and weight. Our microbiome consists of trillions of bacteria, archaea, fungi and viruses. In medicine, it is only in recent decades that the importance of these gut creatures are being appreciated. And there is still a great deal more that needs to be discovered. The major breakthrough has been the discovery of the nerve connection between gut microbiome and brain. This is so strong, that many neuroscientists and gastroenterologists, consider the two, as one organ. A healthy gut is a healthy brain. This fact is under constant research and when we use expressions such as 'going with my gut' this may be what was once known as having a sixth sense. Supplements such as Threelac contain three good gut bacteria. This boost will usually work as a mild laxative without the harshness of over the counter chemical laxatives. One avenue of recent research is indicating that certain gut bacteria have favourite types of food. The suggestion is that the surest way of keeping them all happy is to eat a regular high fibre diet consisting of the greatest range of fresh fruit and greens along with nuts and grains.

A healthy diet is one full of a regular supply of these staples as well as a modest intake of treats that probably are of little use other than to the mind. Our domestic cats and dogs will always be happy and spoilt with their favourite tinned food and biscuits, but when out for a walk, they will still want to nibble at grass and other plants. This is their 'gut feeling' telling them to get more variety and who are we to question their desires. We give little thought to the processes that go on when we swallow food, but we should certainly listen to our gut more frequently.

[xtruss]

A Bullshit of Modern Relationships: ‘We Don’t Go a Day Without Touch’: Couples Reveal The Little Things That Make a Relationship Work

We asked Guardian writers and readers about the habits and rituals they have with their partners to keep things ticking over nicely. Here are 33 of our favourites

— March 17, 2023 | Guardian USA

Illustration: Hit and Run/Début Art

1– “My boyfriend and I have a rule where we’re not allowed to wear tracksuits in front of each other. He once told me that seeing me in a tracksuit every day was not good for our sex life. So since then, we’ve worn ‘sexy’ loungewear in the house together. It has saved our relationship.”

2– “If we bicker we remember a friend’s advice on arguing – in the heat of the moment say, ‘Would you rather be right, or would you rather be closer?’ It can snap you out of point-scoring and into remembering you love each other and want to resolve things.”

3– “Say thank you. For everything. Keep vocalising your appreciation for what each of you do and it should stave off resentment.”

4– “We work out the one thing each of us needs to feel good about the week (a swim, a drink with friends) and strategise how to give each of us that thing.”

5– “We don’t go a day without some touch, even if it’s just a brief hug.”

6– “In the playground the other day, one of the dads was telling me about a couple who have a regime whereby every morning they give themselves a score between one and 10 to denote how they’re each feeling that day. They know their combined scores have to add up to 10 for them to manage with their kids. So it’s fine if one person is a three as long as the other is a seven. On days where they don’t add up, they have an emergency protocol to get through the day, which includes a ban on junk food, mandatory exercise and time to themselves.”

7– “When one of us is being off with the other we don’t address it. I just go to another room and give him space, so that he starts to miss me. Then he will come looking for me, and vice versa. It’s the opposite of what you are supposedly meant to do (talk things through), but it’s created years of harmony.”

8– “The only way to align our home time in the evenings is if we are both invested in the same box set at the same time. It gets sticky now and again. I love football but I draw the line at devoting 90 minutes to the early rounds of the Carabao Cup. My husband watched one episode of Emily in Paris and refused to carry on … so I cheat sometimes by saying I’m going up for an early night and watching it on my laptop.”

9– “We try to go for a walk after the nursery drop-off in the morning, just to talk about stuff other than work or the kid and get a coffee. It can only happen if we are both working from home, but I look forward to it.”

Illustration: Hit and Run/Début Art

10– “Whoever gets back from work first prepares a snack plate. This helps us readjust to being home, prevents hunger-induced arguments, and stops us scrounging for unhealthy nibbles before our evening meal.”

11– “My partner has anxiety and I have ADHD: we function because we’re aware of how much the other has left in the tank on a given day and where the gaps are. So in social situations, we have a safe word that, if either of us use, means we leave. Whether it’s anxiety-related or one of us is getting overstimulated, we respect and trust each other.”

12– “My boyfriend turns the electric blanket on before he leaves for work at 6am so I wake up warm in bed. I’m never awake enough to say goodbye to him, so it’s a thankless task, but every day I wake up feeling cared for and loved

13– “We rarely do public displays of affection but at home, we always hold hands on the sofa while watching TV, or give each other a little cuddle when we’re passing in the kitchen. It keeps us connected.”

14– “I mostly work from home, but on my partner’s days off I use a shared office space so she has the freedom of doing whatever she wants without me around.”

15– “My partner writes me Post-it notes and puts them in special places. She put one in my passport saying she loved me. I saw it when I was giving the passport to the immigration officer, who also noticed and said, ‘What a lovely note!’”

16– “My husband is usually in bed before me, so he’ll lie on my side to warm it up.”

17– “Every time we part for work in the morning he tells me he loves me. It never feels automatic or perfunctory, nor is it overstated. The sincerity in his voice is the verbal equivalent of the warmest, longest embrace.”

18– “My partner makes me a ‘sleepy time’ tea each night before bed and helps me with my crossword. There’s nothing like it when he gets the last word of a puzzle I’ve been stuck on for ages.”

19– “We each remember to wring out the dishcloth after use. This is an absolute non-negotiable and if it’s not done breeds utter contempt.”

20– “I wake up earlier than I need to in order to help my husband get up and out of the house with his lunch, a cup of tea and having eaten something. He’s not so good in the mornings. I’m not so good in the evenings, so he does the last-minute sweep before bed – putting the dishwasher on, packaging leftovers in the fridge and checking the doors.”

21– “I find calling each other pet names during disagreements helps – it indicates to your partner that you really do love them.”

22– “If I have an event or important meeting my husband always irons a shirt for me – he knows I get flustered when I iron.”

23– “My wife and I have been together since we were 16. At 36 we moved in together when she became pregnant but remained in separate bedrooms. I never invite myself into my wife’s room. Some might say we cohabit like flatmates but we feel it helps maintain a degree of mystery – there is no complacency and the intimacy side of things is always fresh and exciting. I’m sure if we shared a room and bed we wouldn’t still be together.”

24– “My spouse and I joke that the other three little words are ‘You were right’. Ideally, this is said with joy and admiration, but rueful admission is fine”

25– “We take walks where we each talk about three good and three bad things that happened that day. This creates a space to debrief and reflect, but also to share how we’re feeling about a particular event or something one of us might have said or done. It’s helps foster open and honest communication.”

26– “I was working a late shift on Valentine’s Day when a colleague was telling everyone that her husband had bought her a bunch of flowers. My husband arrived in the pouring rain with a hot homemade meal to ‘keep me going through my shift’. I knew what I would rather have – and so did he.”

27– “A non-negotiable is our ‘we time’, usually on a Sunday evening, when we are partners and not parents. The main goal is to have quality time and sex together. So no TV, no phones – just us, candles, music, a fire and time to let the romance grow”

28– “I always forget to charge my toothbrush, but once every few weeks I come home to find it charging in the bathroom. My husband’s been doing it for nearly three years now but it still makes me smile.”

29– “My husband and I have three children under five so our home is full, alive, loud and a total mess. Every day, it looks like it has been raided, and every night we’re cleaning poo off a carpet or peeling stickers off a shoe. Once everyone is asleep, without saying a word or asking if I need it, my husband will open his arms wide and pull me in. For as long as I need. When the hug is over, I’ve been recharged.”

30– “When my partner senses I’m stressed or on edge, he massages that tension out of my shoulders. He is quite knowledgable about the human body, pressure points, where tension builds and how to release it; he has a strong yet gentle and effective touch. When someone devotes time and effort to try to help you, it gives you a feeling like no other.”

31– “My partner always asks me if I want a drink at 6pm, when I’m usually preparing a meal for the family. It doesn’t have to be alcoholic, but just for him to come in and ask is one of the best moments of my day.”

32– “I fold the end of the toilet paper in a triangle like they do in hotels. My girlfriend says it makes her feel incredibly loved and looked after.”

33– “My husband always defrosts my car and pumps up my bike tyres and oils my chain (not a euphemism). I recommend marrying a bike mechanic.”

[neverinadream]

Forbidden Fruit Never Tasted So Sweet

Next Part

Summary: To him you were like the forbidden fruit Adam and Eve were sworn off from devouring, but a nibble wouldn't hurt him, right?

Warnings: brief mention of parental loss, 18+, minors dni, a tiny age gap (reader is in their mid twenties), older brother's best friend!daniel, dom!daniel, sub!reader, pet names (baby, princess ect), praise kink, teasing, a little bit of begging, oral (f receiving), fingering, basically porn with minimal plot, a smidge or orgasm denial

Requested: Nope

Notes: yeah...i normally have a general tag list for my work but since this isn't who i normally write for, i'm just gonna tag @enchantedaniel because i feel like beth might like to read this 😅

It wasn't uncommon for you to spend an hour or an entire afternoon in the presence of Daniel, the two of you lazily draped across your couch, your legs dangling over his lap and his hand innocently situated on your lower thigh. Your head was resting against a cushion, your eyes focusing on the screen of your phone and your thumb slowly scrolling through your Instagram feed. It was mostly filled with posts from old high school friends, people you had left behind in Perth when you made the permanent move to London, people who were either getting engaged, who were already married or were having kids. But not you, you liked the freedom the single life was giving you. You had options, even if those options disappointed you nine times out of ten.

The film Daniel had picked played quietly in the background, neither of you actually interested in a film you had both seen countless times. His hand readjust itself on your thigh, the tips of his fingers pressing gently into your exposed skin. You felt there was no need to make an effort to make yourself look presentable to a guy you had known since you were kid; the oversized t-shirt and cotton shorts were a reflection of just how comfortable you felt when you were around him.

"That's new," Daniel's voice cuts through the silence you had both been sitting in. The tip of his finger playfully jabs at the tattoo placed on the your thigh, the end of the ink just peaking out from under your shorts. It wasn't anything spectacular, not like the ones that littered his own thigh, more of cliché when it came to the type of tattoos you saw on others. The black ink took the shape and form of flowers, your mum's favourite flowers to be exact, that started just above your hip and trailed down over the top of your thigh.

"It's nothing," you play it off, lock your phone and lying it face down on your chest, "just something for mum."

He doesn't stop the snort of laughter that quickly escapes. "You got a tattoo for the woman who was so adamantly against them?" You roll your eyes, jabbing his inner thigh with your toe. "Come on, it's a little funny, right?" His phone buzzes in his hand, the little notification ping filling the temporary silence as he waited for you to answer his question. "I remember Calum telling me your mum was prepared to beat you with the slippers on her own two feet when she found out about the first tattoo you got."

Now you could laugh at the memory of your mother's red face and the disappointment that clung to every word she said but, back then, you were terrified she might've actually acted on her words. Tattoos and piercings were forbidden, damaging a perfectly beautiful body, she would tell you, but you had just turned eighteen and you wanted to enter your newly found adult life with a big bang. And a big bang it would've been if she had clipped your around the ear with her slipper.

"It's not like she can actually be here to protest against it," you finally answer, giving him half a smile. Humour, whether other people found it funny or not, was the best way you coped with your mum's passing. "Anyway," you quickly attempt to change the subject, "you're mister popular today." His phone pings as the words leave your lips.

"I'm always mister popular, baby," he cheekily grins, still ignoring his phone, "the ladies love me."

"Oh, you refer to your hand as a lady, huh?" You quip, your legs remaining over his as you sit yourself up. Daniel rolls his eyes, letting the comment slide. It wasn't the first time you had made a joke about his hand being more popular to him than the actual company of a woman and he knew it wouldn't be the last. "Or have you upgraded from your hand and got yourself a little toy?" His fingers pinch playfully at your thigh, both of you laughing at the repetitive joke.

"Come on," you bat your eyelids and hold out your hand, "show me what we're working with."

Daniel raised his eyebrows. "We're working with?"

"Uh-huh, you heard me."

It wouldn't have been the first time that Daniel had given you a glimpse at who he was talking to. On occasions, he had asked for your opinion on them, trusting that you would give him an answer that was one hundred per cent honest. He thought you had this weird ability to know a persons character just from a picture and most of the time you were right. If you thought they were conceited, they ended up being conceited. if you thought they were only after the benefits of being spotted with one of the top F1 drivers in the world, then nine times out of ten you were correct.

With a sigh, he handed over his phone, letting you look through the text messages exchanged between him and a girl called Isabel. "She's cute," you note, scrolling across a photo she had sent him, "but your ability to flirt is not." You flash him the screen of his phone, a quick giggle spilling from your lips as you watch the deep shade of embarrassment creep up from the base of his neck and onto his cheeks. "Stop taking flirting lessons from my brother," she hands him back his phone.

He looked offended. "What's wrong with my flirting?"

"Everything."

He scoffs. "My ability to flirt is perfectly fine, thank you," he slips his phone into his pocket, twisting to rest his arm on the back of the couch, "though I can't say the same for you. When was the last time you had a boyfriend?"

"When was the last time you had a girlfriend?" You fire back, knowing none of the recent women Daniel had spoken to had ever gotten past a first date. He always gave you the same excuse - they just weren't who he was looking for. But if you were to ask him what he was looking for, Daniel would just shrug his shoulders, mumbling something about he would know it when he saw it. "Will this one get a second date?" You ask, curious to know if he had found what he was looking for yet.

Daniel shook his head.

"Let me guess," you poke fun at him, digging your finger softly into his side, "she wasn't what you were looking for?" He smiles at the soft laugh that escapes past your lips, the reaction to you involuntarily but almost natural. "Surely, you must have an idea of who you could see yourself with?" You ask, removing your legs from his lap and stretching them out in front of you. Your legs were just long enough for your ankles to rest on the edge of the glass coffee table.

He only knew of one person he could see himself with. You. But you were his best friend's little sister, forbidden to him in every thinkable scenario. "There is someone," he admits to you, casually shrugging his shoulders, "but she's kind of forbidden to me."

Daniel had begun to notice the change a few years ago, after you tug along with your brother to one of the races, he couldn't remember which one. He hadn't seen you in some time, just hearing snippets of what you were doing from his mum any time she got an update from your own mum. You weren't just Calum's little sister anymore, in his eyes, you were a beautiful woman, who left him smiling when he heard you laughing and left him feeling a strong sense of pride when he was the one responsible for making you laugh.

Striking up a friendship was the closest to any relationship he knew he could have with you without facing some sort of backlash from your brother.

"Forbidden, huh?" You raise your eyebrows, intrigued, to say the least. "How forbidden are we talking? Are we talking Romeo and Juliet kind of forbidden? Or worse?"

"What can be worse than Romeo and Juliet?" Daniel asks, tilting his head as he glances across at you. "They die at the end," he reminds you, "what could be worse than that?" He shakes his head as you shrug your shoulders, a soft chuckle forming in the back of his throat. You watch his fingers scoop through his curls, giving them a gentle tug and fixing them. "She's a friend's sister," Daniel tells you, without giving away too much.

"Oh." Your tongue swipes across your bottom lip, shifting a little in your seat. "A friend from back home or..." Your voice trails off at the end, watching Daniel nod his head from the corner of your eyes. You weren't sure of how many of his friends back in Perth had a younger sister, but whoever she was was lucky to be the subject of his desires. There had been a time when you would've killed to have been the subject of Daniel's desires - him being the forbidden crush you had throughout your teenage years. "Lucky her, I guess," you mumble, your feet dropping to the floor with a soft thud against the soft carpet.

Daniel had watched the wave of emotions that appeared and quickly disappeared from your face, your full expression sinking when he nodded yes to it being the younger sister of a friend back home. He thought it was sadness he saw at first but then he started to second guess himself, thinking maybe - quite possibly - that you were jealous, which to him was funny because you would only be jealous of yourself.

"Yeah," he mumbles, running his hand against his jaw and scratching at his beard, "I think Calum would run me over with my own car if he knew all the things I wanted to do to his sister." Your head whips to the side, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. His bottom lip caught between his teeth, swallowing the laugh that wanted to burst out. "What?" He asks innocently, taking his arm off the back of the couch, his hand brushing against your arm as it drops into his lap. "You thought I was talking about someone else?"

Your legs are wrapped tightly around Daniel's waist, your hands tangled in his hair and your lips never leaving each other's as he moved you both into your bedroom. His hands left the small of your back, sliding around to rest on your hips, lying you down on your bed. Neither of you wanted to stop kissing the other, desperate to drown in each other's feverish touches but unfortunately, you couldn't survive on his kisses alone.

"You taste like cherries," Daniel notes, referring to the cherry lip balm you had on. His grin is wide, all of his pearly whites showing as he gazes down at you. This was a dream, he told himself, there was no way this was actually happening. "I'm dreaming right now, aren't I?" His hand leaves your hip, skimming up the length of your side and tracing his finger along your jaw. It stops once it reaches your chin, hooking itself under it. "This is all a dream."

"I can pinch you if you like?" You wink, biting your bottom lip.

His thumb delicately pries your bottom lip out, caressing and soothing the bite marks with the pad. "You don't have to do anything, princess," his voice is raspy but there's still a hint of softness to it, "just let me take care of you, okay?" Daniel cups your face, his thumb moving in soft strokes against your cheek. "This okay, yes?" He wasn't going to do anything if you weren't okay with it. You nod your head. "Your words, baby," he encourages, "use them for me."

Once again, you nod your head, finally finding your voice. "Yes," it's almost like a whisper, "yes, I want this." Your hands release his hair, bringing them down against the scruff of his beard, the rough facial hair scratching at the palm of your hands. "I want this," you repeat yourself, more confident in your delivery, "I want you."

Those three words were enough turn him rock hard; he'd imagined you saying those words in so many different scenarios, the image of you burned into the back of his eyelids as he squeezed his eyes shut and sought pleasure in the form of his hand curled tightly around himself.

"Say it again," Daniel orders, the command soft as it flows off his lips. He wanted to hear you say it one more time. No. He needed to hear you say it. "Baby, I need you to say it one more time," he didn't care if he sounded whiney as he begged you to say it. You draw him in closer, you hands still cradling his face. His breath hitched in his throat, the feeling of your lips ghosting over his, just close enough to feel your breath but not close enough to kiss you. "Please, baby," he was spiraling, his voice just a little bit higher than normal, "please, say it again."

"I...Want..." You purposely made the final pause just a second more longer, a growing heat forming between your thighs knowing just three simple words were driving him crazy. The corners of your mouth tugged upwards, the smirk you now bore teasing him. "...You."

He swallows your whimpers into his mouth, slotting his lips over yours and hypnotising you with a slow, sensual kiss. He kissed you like you were the last bit of oxygen left in the room, savouring every last bit of it. Your head rolls back into the mattress, whimpering at the feeling of his mouth on your jaw and neck, and squeezing at his shoulder as he leaves his personal, temporary tattoo on the base of your neck.

The ache between your legs had become harder to ignore, the brushing of the rough denim of his jean covered crotch brushing against the thin cotton shorts you wore making it unbearable to wait. You were desperate to feel his touch; it didn't matter if it was his fingers slipping through your slick folds or his mouth clasped around your sweet centre, you just needed to feel something.

"Daniel," his name falls off your lips in the form of a whimper, "I need you."

"Patience, princess," Daniel replies, his voice raspy and confident in your ear. His bottom lip drags against the shell of your ear, the cheeky grin felt against it as he continues to talk into your ear. "How long have you wanted me to do this?" He asks, chuckling into your ear when you whimper, his denim-clad crotch pressing against your own, giving just the slightest bit of friction. Your hips buck into him, chasing after more. "Tell me," he instructs, gripping your hip and pushing it into the mattress, stopping you from moving, "tell me and I'll reward you."

He was teasing you and you hated to be teased.

"Daniel, please-" His fingers hook under your chin, his touching catching you off guard and bringing you to a stop. His dark eyes poured into yours, flecks of gold emphasised as the sun, drifting in through your bedroom window, catches them. "Too long," you finally answer his question, your cheeks warmer than the rest of your face, "far too fuckin' long."

You watched him sit up and swiftly remove his shirt, purposely flexing his chest when he catches you looking. Sitting up, your hand reaches out and brushes the tips of your fingers over his toned abdomen. Everything about him was perfect like his body had been shaped, moulded and chiselled away at until he had the finished product in front of you. You left a chaste kiss against his warm skin before lifting your head up to gaze into his eyes.

"Can I take this off?" He asks, fingers pulling at the hem of your shirt. You nod your head, lifting your arms as he removes your shirt. He lies you back down, his lips find your collar bone and pressing soft kisses to them. Your body muffles a hum of contentment as you push your fingers through his curls, involuntarily giving them a soft tug. "So beautiful," he mumbles a compliment, his fingers skimming over the top of the black bralette you wore. The lace material was thin and your nipples strained against it after he ran the pad of his thumb over them a couple of times. "So fuckin' beautiful," he repeats, adding an emphasis to his words.

His head dips into the valley of your breasts, leaving light kisses against your skin and stopping just above your navel. Your eyes catch as he glances back up at you, making your heart race inside your chest. The cotton shorts are removed, after he asked to remove them, both of you are unable to stop a quick shrill of laughter as you answer him a little too over-enthusiastically. You don't check to see where they are thrown, too lost in your own thoughts as you feel his lips kiss each of your hips.

"You like to tease people, don't you?" You ask, eyes falling shut just as you think he is about to trace his finger against the black lace barrier that were your panties. They open again when the weight on the bed shifts, opening them to find Daniel hovering over you. His lips kiss the underside of your jaw, your chin and then your lips. "I don't like to be teased," you mumble against him.

Daniel grins, fingers stroking at your side. "That's because you haven't been teased by me before."

Soft whimpers, mixed with words of praise and encouragement, fill the air. Your head rolls back into the pillow beneath you, your back arching away from the bed as you chase after another fleeting moment of bliss. One of Daniel's hands remained on your thigh, holding your leg over his shoulder; the other holds onto your chest, his long fingers softly caressing your breast. "Please, don't stop," you beg, detangling your fingers from his curls. Each knuckle stuck out from beneath your skin as you grabbed at your sheets, your body teetering on the edge and waiting to be told to let go.

His tongue continued to lap at your sweet centre, his nose nudging at your clit each time he moved. To him, you were sweeter than honey - you were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted - and it drove him crazy to taste it all. He detached his mouth, licking at his lips and chuckling when you vocally protest his disruption to your almost high. "Patience, princess," he had been saying that a lot this afternoon, always coming after he had deliberately prolonged your orgasm.

"Please, Daniel," you push up onto your elbows, body feeling a little weak from repeatedly teetering on the edge and the ripped back.

He lets your leg down off his shoulder, wedging his body between your legs as he sought out your lips. Grinning against you, his tongue made its home inside your mouth, skimming against your own. "Admit it," he murmurs against your lips, "you like it when I tease you this way."

You shake your head. "I'd like it if you let me cum."

"What?" Daniel mocks your pout. "Twice isn't already enough?" He kisses you again, swallowing your moans as he sneaks two fingers inside you. They slip in with ease, Daniel working you up to state you hadn't been in in a very long time. His thumb brushes against your clit, the little nub swollen beneath the pad, increasing the soft mewls of pleasure that tumble off your lips. "Do you want me to make you cum again, mmh?" He asks, eyes flicking momentarily down to your chest, watching as it heaved up and down. "Is that what my baby wants?"

"Yes," you give him a one worded answer.

"Yes?" He narrows his eyes. "Yes...what?"

"Yes, please."

He kisses the corner of your mouth, "good girl." The simple act of praise leaves your body shivering and he knows it. A soft chuckle tumbles from his grin, listening to you gasping his name as his fingers curl inside you. "You take my fingers so well, pretty girl," he acknowledges, applying more pressure with his thumb. Your lips catch his, mewling a string of profanities against them. "My pretty girl," he calls you, curling his fingers once more to reach that spot that left your thighs quaking.

Your third orgasm hit harder than the last two, the breath being temporarily squashed from your lungs and your whole body tensing beneath him. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, kissing the spot just below on your neck. Eventually, his fingers stopped moving, just his thumb brushing soft circles against your clit to bring you out of the clouds of bliss and back to reality. A reality that had Daniel's brows frowning; you followed his eyes, seeing he was looking at the clock on your bedside cabinet.

"What's the matter?" You push yourself back up onto your elbows, searching his eyes for answer. You reach up and touch his face. "Daniel?"

"I-" He clears his throat, vacating himself from between your legs. "I didn't realise the time," he doesn't look at you as he searches for his shirt, pulling it over his head. The bed dips as he kneels on the edge, leaning over you to place a haste kiss upon your lips. "I have a thing-"

"A thing?" You cut him off.

"A work thing," he corrects himself, stroking your hair from out your face, "that I'm definitely going to be late for because I got a little too carried away with you." He sweetly laughs at your flushed cheeks, kissing each of them. "Finish this later?" He hoped you would say yes.

You place your finger against your chin, pretending to think. After a second, you shake your head, a twinkle of wickedness in your eyes. "I have a thing," you echo his words, "not a work thing, but it's still a thing." There was no thing, but Daniel had said it himself, you were forbidden to him; you couldn't just let him have it all in one go. Where would the fun be in that?

"You're funny," Daniel utters, half rolling his eyes.

"A comedic genius, some might say."

His fingers brush down your neck, delicately skimming over the hickey at the base of your neck. Your skin was soft and warm and tempted him to forget about his meeting and climb back onto the bed with you. "When?" He asks, finally speaking again. "When can I see you again?"

"I'm not the one with the hectic schedule," you answer, impossible to know when you both would get a few hours together again. Shifting onto your knees, you cradle his jaw in your hands, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Soon," you tell him, sitting back on your heels, "now go, before you're extremely late for your thing."

Daniel nods his head, stealing one last kiss and leaving you in your apartment alone.

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[jungkxook]

—midnight getaway. (m)

⟶ pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader 

⟶ genre: sprinkle of youtuber!wooyoung + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 6,488

⟶ rating: 18+ 

⟶ summary: a “romantic” getaway surrounded by your friends leads to an interesting night alone with wooyoung

⟶ warnings: pwp, wooyoung says baby a lot bc he’s in love, some teasing woo, exhibitionism, doggy style, sort of praise kink, ass play (fingering, fem!recieving), breast play/fondling, finger sucking, riding, unprotected sex, creampie 

⟶ note: this is the first fic i’ve written in a while and my first ateez fic no one come for me pls also this is dedicated to the lovely @kithtaehyung​ !! thank you for always encouraging me and my wooyoung antics!! 💛

p.s. this is shamelessly inspired by this wooyoung selfie!!

“Ugh. You obviously like her.”

The begrudging sigh comes from Yeosang, narrowly giving Wooyoung a heart attack when he realizes that you’re still within earshot. This wouldn’t have been so much of an issue had Yeosang not been so clearly talking about you to Wooyoung, though he barely has any time to recollect himself. Instead, sprawled out on the poolside of the villa the group had rented out for their week-long vacation in Jeju Island, Wooyoung firstly decides that he has no idea what Yeosang’s talking about.

“We’re just friends,” Wooyoung retorts.

“A friend you invite with you on a romantic getaway?” Yeosang asks with a wolfish grin.

Wooyoung shakes his head. He can still see you through the windows of the villa, now in the kitchen talking to Hongjoong. You’re all bright-eyed and glowing from the sun, in a swimsuit you had been putting to use just a few minutes ago when you took a dip in the pool. “Some romantic getaway, considering there’s seven idiots in the same house as us. Also thought this trip was meant to have no distractions.”

Which isn’t really a lie, because while their trip to Jeju was mostly for their YouTube channels, it was also meant to serve as a well-deserved break for the boys, and their leisure work of choice wasn’t exactly taxing and the majority of their trip so far has been spent simply enjoying themselves. Hongjoong had been so adamant too that there would be nothing to hinder them during their well deserved break. And of course you jumped at the offer to tag along when Wooyoung asked you, because you were his best friend but, moreover, his best supporter when it came to his passion and his videos.

“Yeah,” San hums nonchalantly from within the pool. He had been one of the few to jump in with you earlier, “but I don’t think friends flirt with each other on a daily basis.”

“Not to mention your video was all about her,” Jongho adds from beside Wooyoung. “I thought we were supposed to be promoting tourism in Jeju, not Y/N.”

That was a bit of an exaggeration. Sure, you had featured in a lot of the video Wooyoung had only just posted for his “Our Side of the Story” series he was doing (mostly daily vlogs, or aesthetic short films that you’ve always loved ━ much like the others, who have found a way to incorporate their love for music, dance, cooking, and everything in between in their vlogs), but you always made an appearance when you were so close with him. His viewers were used to it by this point, safe for the occasional questioning comments as to whether or not you two were dating. This video in particular saw you having the most fun in a while, frolicking the streets of the city, sprinting across the beach into the shallows of the ocean to try and splash Wooyoung with water; shaved ice shared between you and him and the way you snuck a bite of his when he was preoccupied, bike rides along the waterfront, and clambering along hiking trails so you could pose in a field of flowers that you had so desperately wanted to see.

Now, Wooyoung gives a roll of his eyes. “Funny. I don’t know what you guys are talking about.”

“Yeah, sure,” Yeosang sighs again. “When are you gonna tell her the truth?”

“The video already kind of did,” Jongho points out tauntingly. “If I was Y/N, I would have already realized.”

“Yeah━” San is beaming now as he clambers out of the pool, “but if you don’t want her, Woo, can I make a pass at her? Y’know, just to help take her off your hands━ Ow! What the hell?”

San jumps suddenly when Wooyoung chucks one of the pillows off of the lawn chair at his head.

“Keep your hands off her━” Wooyoung chastises. It’s meant mostly as a joke, but he worries when he recognizes a small part of him seems to care a little too much.

The others seem to find it funny at least, erupting into howling laughter that’s quick to fade when you wander back out to the pool and throw yourself next to Wooyoung.

“They’re definitely starting to catch on.”

Wooyoung lets out a weary sigh, though you’re starting to find it difficult to focus as he continues to kiss down your throat.

So, maybe if any of the boys walked in and saw the both of you in such a compromising position, they would be indescribably confused while also preparing to point an accusatory finger at Wooyoung for technically lying to them. But it isn’t really a lie, and certainly not one neither he nor you were keen on keeping for very long. It’s just that it seemed a whole lot easier to keep your newfound two month relationship with Wooyoung a secret for a small while.

It was mostly to give the both of you enough time to enjoy yourselves thoroughly without the prying eyes of your friends (who, while always supportive, are already passionately invested in your lifelong friendship with Wooyoung, pointing out his feelings for you even far before he could decipher them), their vlogging lifestyle, and their fans, while also waiting for the proper time to expose the truth. After the Jeju trip, you had both promised each other. But that plan was beginning to look more and more faulty as time passes.

What was supposed to be an innocent trip to Jeju with your friends turned into a tricky game in which Wooyoung had entirely different plans that consisted of you only. Specifically, how many times he can find you alone away from the boys to have his way with you. By now, night has since fallen and, after a short duration of time unwinding around a small bonfire in the backyard, the boys had all since retreated to their own rooms. You’re positive most are already long asleep and the ones that aren’t are beginning to nod off, exhausted after a long day and drowsy with liquor from the night of drinking. You’re fortunate Wooyoung at least first chose to find you alone in your room of the villa, but you still panic. Because Wooyoung should be sleeping in his shared room with Hongjoong down the hall from yours, yet here he was.

“My video today probably didn’t help,” Wooyoung adds. 

You hum in response. “I don’t know if sneaking into my room will help with that either.”

At this, Wooyoung grins wide. “It’s fine. Hongjoong’s passed out cold. You should hear his snores. Plus━” He presses a kiss to your shoulder. “I couldn’t sleep without wondering how quickly you can cum.”

You nearly choke as you hear the words fall from Wooyoung’s mouth.

But it wasn’t his fault ━ he has needs too.

The first night of your trip called for a joyous celebration at a nearby restaurant that resulted in everyone being blissfully drunk by the time you returned to the villa. You had gotten so dressed up for the occasion that Wooyoung hated to see it go to waste, adorned in a pretty floral sundress ━ one that has always been his favourite (and, no, he promises that’s not solely because of how nice your boobs look in it, though that’s definitely a plus). If the boys could hear his thoughts now, they’d certainly pick him apart.

The house, however big and spacious it may be, is certainly not empty. Even just next door to your room is the shared room both Mingi and San are in. This is a fact you choose to remind your dear boyfriend of now. “The boys are sleeping.”

“Screw the guys,” Wooyoung groans into your neck. His strong arms slide around your middle from behind, pulling you into an all too familiar and warm embrace. He’s caught you just before you can shed your dress and slip into something more comfortable, all radiant and shimmering from a day out in the sun. You melt almost immediately against his chest as he nibbles on the skin just below your ear, on the corner of your jaw. He whispers ardently, “You look really pretty today. You always do, but especially today.”

A gentle smile spreads across your face. You instinctively reach out behind you to rest your hand on the nape of his neck, fingers tugging at the hair there. “I wore this dress just for you. I know it’s your favourite.”

“Yeah, because your tits look amazing in it,” he snickers. As if to emphasize this, he reaches down slyly to cup one of your breasts over the material of your dress, giving it a squeeze.

“Well, now you’re just trying to distract me into bed with you.”

“Is it working?” he asks hopefully, a smug grin on his face.

You snicker, fidgeting in his hold to face him and patting at his shoulder. “Maybe if we weren’t surrounded by a group of seven drunk men who could potentially hear and walk in on me sucking you off at any moment.”

But Wooyoung has already waited all day for the boys to leave you two alone. Waiting any longer may as well have felt like an eternity in a certain type of special hell that he wasn’t exactly keen on.

“And?” A sudden smirk stretches across his face. He leans in close to you, lips brushing faintly against your ear. “You didn’t have a problem letting me fuck you against the practice room mirror the other day.”

You swat lightly at his chest, scoffing suddenly. “Wooyoung!”

But he has a point. In all fairness, it had been his idea to take you against the practice room mirror when the boys had gone home and you were dropping off food to your poor boyfriend still working late at night. You certainly hadn’t complained then when he had you coming around his cock with the practice room door left unlocked. It’s such a Wooyoung thing to say too, being that he’s not often caught off guard, especially when he’s so blatant and confident about all things sex.

“Can’t you keep it in your pants for one night, Woo?”

“No, he’s in pain,” he pouts childishly. He bites playfully at the tip of your nose.

You sputter for air, dissolving into a fit of laughter. “You did not just call your dick a he━”

“Okay, I’m in pain,” he corrects. He starts kissing down and back up your neck. “It’s not my fault you look extra hot today. Besides, you looked like you were having so much fun today. Is it so wrong for me to want to keep pampering my beautiful girlfriend?”

“With your dick?”

“Yes, with my dick.”

You snort.

“And━” He drags out the word purposely, a playful twinkle in his eyes. “I don’t even want you to suck me off, by the way. All I want is to fuck you senseless right now.”

Oh.

His words send a nerve right down to your core. Your thighs instinctively press together at the thought.

All things considered, you’re not any better. There was no denying how devastatingly attractive your boyfriend always looked, but especially today. A well-deserved break and the Jeju sun did him well, with a beautiful tan starting to glow on his face, free of any make-up or cover-ups. The usual stress of city life and work doesn’t weigh heavy on his brows anymore, and though his hair has gotten longer, it’s a neat and pretty mess ━ a little unruly from the sun and chlorine, and from having taken it down from its half-ponytail, but pretty nonetheless ━ with the under half of it bleached blonde and the top half dyed black. Dressed in nothing but a casual old t-shirt and a pair of board shorts, he’s both wholesomely cute and yet sexy at the same time.

And, while you are surrounded by a group of rowdy boys, Wooyoung isn’t necessarily wrong. He always seems to have a knack for making anything romantic enough if he tries, attributed to his charming ways. A night of lovemaking (or whatever he has in mind) in your room with a beachside view is, all things considered, kind of romantic.

You purse your lips now. “Think they’re all asleep?”

“With how wasted they are? Absolutely,” Wooyoung says brightly. “I tripped over a shoe in our room and Hongjoong didn’t even move.”

It’s risky, sure, but the sudden yearning to be with Wooyoung was almost debilitating. There was no doubt you could both get away with having sex in a packed house, right? Either way, it doesn’t really seem to matter. You’ve already been persuaded, and Wooyoung knows.

He pulls you in for a kiss and you let him get carried away for a moment, reveling in the way he needily nips and sucks at your lower lip. Then, finding a second of clarity, you can be heard saying against his mouth breathlessly, “We’ll have to be quiet.”

“Mmm,” he hums distractedly. “So quiet.”

But that was like asking Wooyoung not to breathe. It’s this passing thought, and the way he pulls and tugs you over to sit on his lap as he sinks onto the edge of the bed in a desperate haste, that has you giggling. He leaves a trail of sloppy kisses down to the underside of your jaw and then along your throat.

You tug at the hair at the nape of his neck as you begin to rut your hips against his slowly. “You look really handsome today, baby. It’s nice seeing you so relaxed for once.”

His stare meets yours suddenly, all sparkling and awed. He grips your waist and presses you a little more firmly against his hips so you can feel his semi-hard dick against your inner thigh. “Ugh,” he sighs, “say that again and I’ll bust a nut right here and now.”

Another giggle meets his ears, but this time it’s a little less focused as it splinters off into a whimper the longer you continue to grind against him. You decide to humour him. “I saw your vlog. It was pretty.”

He audibly whines now, his heart threatening to burst through his chest. “Yeah? I worked hard on it.”

“Is that how you see me?” You think back to the video and how you looked, the soft music overlapping it all.

“Yeah,” he deadpans, “like that piece of washed up kelp you tried throwing at me today━”

“You’re so━”

“I’m joking. Of course that’s how I see you, but that’s only a fraction of what you look like to me. A camera doesn’t do you justice.”

“So you think I’m pretty?” You snicker.

“So pretty.” He kisses you again, this time a little more earnestly. He sighs dreamily against your lips, “No, actually. If my dick isn’t in you in the next minute, I’m gonna go insane.”

A delighted simper sounds from you. “Don’t even have to cum, just as long as you do━”

Your jaw drops open as you find an angle that has you pushing your clit against his clothed dick just right. But even though you had so innocently offered to only get him off, part of the fun was seeing how quickly and how many times he could make you cum before finishing himself off. You deserve it, after all.

“God, you’re such a good girl,” he moans. He takes a moment to appreciate you in your current state. You, straddling his lap, eager hips moving against his with your brows pinched in concentration, the pretty material of your dress hiking up around your thighs. He reaches down, palms rough as they grip at the soft flesh of your thighs. “Look at you, already so needy for me. It’s so fucking sexy.”

Wooyoung fidgets beneath you. He burrows his face in the crook of your neck, nipping at your throat.

“How do you want me first, princess?” he asks sweetly now, peppering kisses along your throat, tongue soothing the marks he’s left behind. “Want my fingers in you?”

“N-No━” You croak. “Just wanna feel your dick.”

Excitement prickles at the tips of his fingers as he massages circles against your hips. “In your mouth or in you?”

“In me,” You rasp. “Now. Please, Woo━”

He marvels for a moment at how he’s so stupidly in love with you and your pretty words despite them having such dirty implications, and he hastens to please you. A wolfish grin tugs at his lips as he smothers them against your mouth, but then the giddy sensation of finally getting to have his cock buried in your walls overcomes him. He murmurs into a wet kiss, “As much as I love this dress, let’s get it off of you.”

He hastens to help you shove the straps of your dress down your shoulders, then off your arms. Then, he watches as you stand up to shimmy your way out of it, the material pooling at your feet, exposing your figure and the fact that you’re not even wearing a bra. The swell of your breasts meets his eyes first, and you’ve barely just kicked your way out of your panties when he’s pulling you onto his lap again, warm mouth latching onto one of your breasts. His lips wrap around your nipple, teeth nibbling on the sensitive bud. He can’t seem to get enough, moving to bite and suck at the soft flesh all over, shifting from one to the other, then down the valley of your breasts. A moan falls from your lips, hands pulling harshly at his hair as you push him further into your chest.

“Wooyoung…” You whine. “We gotta be quick.”

Though he wants nothing more than to mark up your chest all over, he relents only when he remembers that the boys are nearby. “Okay, okay━ Here━”

He grabs at your waist, shifting you around until you’re on your back splayed out beneath him. Towering over you, he pushes the material of his shorts down, pulling his aching dick from the tight confinements. Your eyes fall to the way he fists himself hurriedly, tip all red and glistening with precum, and the one prominent vein bulging along his length. You bite at your lip, legs instinctively spreading wider for him.

“Are we really gonna do this?” he asks, excited. “With the guys here?”

“Think it’s too late to ask when we’re both already naked,” You giggle. You remind him again, this time a little weaker, “Just remember to be quiet.”

He hums in response. Then, he teases you by running the length of his hard dick against your slick folds, already dripping with slick arousal.

“God, baby,” he groans, “you’re so wet already.” He taps the tip of his cock against your pussy, the sudden jolt sending your head spinning. As he rubs himself on you, the sticky wetness glides along the prominent vein of his length and spreads messily out to the top of your inner thighs. “Did I do all this to you?”

“Woo, no teasing,” You chastize in a small whine. A shiver runs down your spine at the feeling, and you hate having to resist all his teasing touches. “What if someone tries coming in?”

He flashes you a shit-eating grin. “Let them. If it’s Seonghwa, even better. I can finally get payback for when he purposely ate some girl out on my bed.”

You snort lazily, stifling your giggles. “Focus, baby.”

“I am focused,” he says smugly. He emphasizes this by pressing his dick a little harder against your folds, teasing the tip of it against your entrance. “With you spread out like this for me, all sexy━ Fuck, I’m so focused.”

But what he doesn’t tell you is that the thought alone of one of the boys walking in on the both of you is enough to excite him to no end. He can imagine it now, one of them wandering into the room while you’re writhing beneath Wooyoung, taking his dick so well, moaning nothing but his name. He yearns to feel you all at once, hurrying to please you.

Without warning, he pushes himself into you, cock stretching you wide in just the way you both like. Almost immediately, low gasps and groans sound from the both of you.

“Ah, f-fuck! Woo━” You smother your sudden cries with a hand clamping over your mouth.

“Shit, I know,” he sputters for air. His voice is heavy in your ear, a low grunt only for you to hear. “You feel so fucking good, baby━”

His head is swimming even just at the way your walls wrap around his tip so snug. He pushes himself into you the rest of the way, bottoming out with a sudden forceful and indulgent thrust when━

The headboard slams against the wall, exceptionally loud.

“Fuck, Wooyoung━ Woo━” You grip at his arms. “The bed.”

His eyes meet yours, stunned momentarily as you wait and listen. A minute passes, but the house continues to remain silent.

“It’s okay. Even if they do hear, it’s not as if they probably won’t know what we’re doing,” Wooyoung points out, matter-of-fact. “We haven’t exactly been very careful lately.”

“Still,” You insist. Your walls throb around his hard dick, desperate for some sort of movement. “It’ll give me some peace of mind.”

His heart swoons at your timidness, and though he has fun teasing you, he would never actually want to risk getting caught by one of the boys (however many close calls he’s already had with you) or, worse, upsetting you to the point of no return.

In the next moment, Wooyoung pulls out of you, then pushes back in again, this time less forceful. He swears he tries to be wary of the bed and of making too much noise but, much to both of your dismay, while the frame doesn’t bang against the wall too noticeably, the bed still creaks beneath you.

Wooyoung grits his teeth. He tries again, then one more time, and though your head lolls back at the sensation of him stretching you wide, you meet his gaze with your own apprehensive hazy one. Even Wooyoung’s patience is wearing thin when all he wants to do is tear you apart ━ that, and the slight creak of the bed is enough to start driving him insane.

“Fuck this,” his pace stutters to a halt, “let’s get on the floor. Can you get on your hands and knees for me, baby?”

“Good idea.” Your heart jolts in your chest from the excitement.

Within a matter of seconds, he’s parting from you, leaving you momentarily stunned at the loss of warmth. He helps you to your feet so that the both of you can sink to the floor on your knees. Before you can drop into all fours, Wooyoung stops you by reaching out for the blanket on the bed and tucking it underneath the both of you, but mostly to soften the ground underneath your knees. When he catches you surveying him with a fond gleam in your eyes, he quirks a brow.

“What? It’s just so you don’t get too uncomfortable,” he says sweetly, peppering a few kisses along your shoulder. “Is this good?”

“Amazing.” Your heart swells at all his gentle touches. You catch his lips on yours, faintly murmuring, “I love you. Like, so much.”

You can feel his grin against your mouth. “You know I love you too. And as much as I would also love to hear you go on about how I’m the most perfect boyfriend, I need to be in you right now.”

A pretty giggle meets his ears, and he marvels for a second how you’re so quick to oblige. Propping yourself up on your elbows, your ass juts out in his direction. You give it a little tempting wiggle, and he hurries to position himself behind you. With one hand on the small of your back, he guides you back down his length.

“Ah━ Fuuuck━” He moans. “Arch your back a little more for me, baby.”

You do as you’re told, leaning forward just enough on your elbows and sticking your hips back to meet his as he sinks balls deep into your core. Then, he’s crumbling apart, all breathy panting as he tries to focus.

“Shit, baby━”

“Mmm━”

“You’re so tight. So wet. I’m not gonna last,” he pouts, as if it’s a genuine disappointment. He watches as he pulls out of your heat just enough before shoving himself back in, his dick covered in a glistening sheen of your arousal. You’re so damn wet, he wonders how he hasn’t slipped from you yet. His hands grip and tug at your ass, spreading you to see the way your cunt pulsates and stretches around his dick. So perfect, almost as if you were made for him. “Tell me. Wanna hear how good you feel right now.”

“S-So good,” You mumble drunkenly. “God, you��re so good, Woo. Fuck━!”

His gaze droops down to your breasts, bouncing with each thrust of his hips into yours. He reaches around and grabs at one of your boobs. The gentle shake of the soft flesh in his palms is always his favourite feeling, and he can’t help but squeeze at them now because, god, he really does love your tits. If he had all the time in the world, he would do anything to fuck himself between your boobs, and cum all over your chest ━ but that will have to wait for now.

“Ah━ Fuck━ Wish I could take my time with you right now,” he moans, planting sloppy kisses along your shoulder. “I can’t wait till we’re alone. Gonna take care of you so well, baby.”

“Y-Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he grunts. He reaches down with his other hand, thumb pressing against the tight hole of your ass. The sensation alone is enough to have you nearly keeling over, a strangled cry of pleasure ripping from you. “Want you coming on my tongue so bad. Gonna fuck you against every surface too. You deserve it. You’re always so good to me, princess.”

“Only for you,” You whimper. If he wasn’t so pressed for time, the affirmation alone would have been more than enough to make him melt in your very hands. But his dick is still so hard, and your pussy is still so wet, all he can focus on is not slipping from your walls with every thrust of his hips. “Ah, Wooyoung! Y-You’re so━ So hard━”

You bite harshly at your lip when a loud moan threatens to spill from you. You bury your face in the blanket around you, clutching so tightly at the material. A part of Wooyoung finds it amusing, if only because, if the boys are awake and don’t hear your lewd moans, there’s no doubt they won’t be able to hear the sound of skin against skin as his hips slap against your ass.

“Let me hear you, baby,” he coaxes now. “Moan out loud for me.” When you shake your head, he snickers. “Want it harder? Will that help you?”

He gives an experimental roll of his hips, a little rougher than usual. It sends you teetering forward, a broken groan tumbling from you that’s left muffled by the blanket. He can hear you mumble wantonly, “Don’t be a tease.”

A cheshire-like grin spreads across his face. “Here━ Come sit on my dick. Wanna feel you so deep━”

His words make you moan softly, followed by the way he pulls out of you just quickly enough to sit back against the bed. He tugs you onto his lap and you follow suit, spreading your legs further apart as you sink onto his leaking dick. Down, down, down, until it almost feels as if he’s hitting your cervix, and suddenly you’re not so sure you’ll be able to keep it together any longer. That, mixed with the way he’s gazing at you, all hooded eyed and alluring, you’re very close to dissolving into a mess right in his very arms.

“Ah━ Ah━ Fuck, baby━” You grip at his shoulders as you adjust to the new feeling, hips squirming above his. “Wooyoung, please━”

But your words fall short. The desperate plea that hinges in your voice fades into nothing more than the urgent need to feel more of him, to have him absolutely wreck you, as you begin to rock your hips back and forth on his dick.

“Please what, baby?” he taunts lazily. But he knows what he’s doing, slyly beckoning you to make a mess, and moan for him.

His palms are warm as they slide up your sides, then around your back, hugging you close to his chest. He thrusts his hips up just once into you, sending you into a haste that has you lifting yourself up and then back down his cock. As you adopt a steady and reckless pace that has you bouncing on his length, he watches your every reaction. The way your face contorts at the sheer pleasure, brows pinched so hard in concentration, teeth sinking into your lower lip. Your hands reach out to thread through his long locks, pretty blonde tresses running through the seams of your fingers. You tug lightly at the root, earning a low groan from him.

“Fuck, Y/N━” His head rolls back against the mattress at your quick pace. “You’re so fucking sexy━ So desperate for my dick━ Ah━”

He moans suddenly, only this time it’s less muffled than before. Whether he does it the first time to tease you or simply because he had gotten carried away, you aren’t quite sure. Either way, it’s enough to startle you, even amongst the daze you’re in.

“Wooyoung━” Your voice is a small warning, but it lacks any severity when it splinters into a whine. “Not so loud.”

“They’re━ Ah, fuck━ sleeping━”

You meet his mischievous stare with your own heedful one. Your pace slows, if only just, and you’re certain this time that when he moans even louder, it’s entirely on purpose.

“Woo!” You clamp a hand softly over his mouth, smothering the tail end of his crude groan.

The grin that forms on his face beneath your hand is evident of his amusement of his toying with you but it turns sluggish quickly. The sight to see is hot enough, with the drowsy lopsided smirk poking out from underneath your hand as he watches you continue to ride him, now a measured gyrating against his own hips. When he realizes you’ve chosen to keep your hand over his mouth, he reaches up to grab a hold of your wrist, his large fingers splaying out and then up over your knuckles.

“Come on, baby. It’s okay. Let it out,” he hums. He kisses at your fingertips, tongue swiveling around to suck on your digits delicately. “Not even one tiny moan? Let me hear that pretty voice of yours.”

He can feel your thighs begin to shake around him and, judging by the crescendoing of whimpers tumbling from your mouth, he senses you’re close. Your free hand still grips at his hair, this time a little tighter as you try to anchor yourself in place to rock your hips a little faster. Wooyoung hisses delightfully at the feeling, a small lethargic chuckle rumbling from deep within his chest.

Rough hands grab at your waist now, shifting you around abruptly until you’re splayed out on the floor on your back with him hovering over you. His length stays wedged snugly in your walls, never once slipping, and as he settles against your chest, he lifts one of your legs up and over his shoulder. An animalistic growl slips from him at your pinched face, and the way your cunt starts to squeeze around him. With this angle that his hips pound into yours, his cock hits so deep into your core, pummeling against your cervix again and again.

“H-Harder━ Wooyoung━” You pant. “Please━ I’m gonna━”

Finally, a moan sounds from you. Loud and unabashed, a little broken and exhausted, but beautiful to Wooyoung’s ears nonetheless. In fact, it’s so sexy of a noise that it’s enough to nearly push him over the edge but he relents, if only just for a little longer.

“Ah, there’s my favourite sound,” he smirks. His tongue lavs at the underside of your jaw, and your hand finds itself tangled in his hair once more. “Gonna be a good girl and let the boys hear you now?”

You try with all your might to silence yourself, but the task proves more and more difficult. A few more slams of his hips into yours, and you’re crumbling apart right before his eyes.

“Fuck━ Wooyoung━”

“That’s it, baby,” he grunts into your ear. “Cum for me.”

As you come, the sudden gush of wetness around your core coats his length and he almost accidentally slips from your cunt. You’re clenched so tightly around him, Wooyoung feels as if he has to gasp for air to stay focused. His eyes still stay trained on you, watching as your face contorts as you writhe beneath him. But it’s your shameless moaning that sets him off, albeit still softer than usual but much louder than he was expecting from you with the boys so close by.

“Ah━ You’re so fucking hot━” he whines. “Gonna cum━”

Every thrust of his hips sends you bobbing up and down, and as you come down from your high the pleasurable feeling of his hard cock still burrowed in your sensitive walls has you whimpering softly. Your legs try to separate further, beckoning him for more.

“Cum in me, Youngie,” you beckon dazedly. “Wanna feel it so bad━”

“Oh, fuck━” he gasps. “Can I?”

“Y-Yes.”

“You’re so good to me, baby. Aren’t you?”

His pace quickens, hips snapping into yours urgently. One final shuddering thrust and he’s overwhelmed by his orgasm, cock pulsating within your aching walls as his cum fills you up. He has to bury his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his moans, listening to the sharp gasp for air you take when you feel his release.

He rides out his high in a few more leisure rolls of his hips, though he seems more concerned now with kissing your throat slowly. He gently unravels your leg from his shoulder, then slumps against you like the comfortable heavy weight that he is. His dick lays softening still buried within your walls, now leaking with his cum.

“Have I ever told you how amazing you are?” You hear him sigh dreamily into your neck. “‘Cause you are.”

“Almost daily,” You concur with a giggle. Your own fingers smooth out his hair, fixing the messy strands, and he croons with delight. He leaves a trail of sweet kisses up along your throat, then your jaw, and then the corner of your mouth. Safe for the laboured breathing as you both try to calm your shrill hearts, you’re made aware so suddenly of just how quiet the room suddenly is. “There’s no way the guys slept through all of that.”

“I’m sure they did.” Wooyoung nibbles gingerly at your lip. “There’s nothing to worry about. Especially right now. I’m so tired. We can deal with the potential consequences later.”

You snort. “How did I know that’s exactly what you would say?”

You catch him smirking before he plants one last kiss on your lips. Somehow, he’s able to pry himself off of you long enough to slip into his shorts laying discarded on the floor before disappearing outside of the room into the darkened hallway. He returns moments later with a damp towel to help clean up the sticky mess between your legs, then tugs you back onto the bed with him.

“They’ll see you sneaking out of my room if you sleep here,” You point out through a yawn.

“I’ll get up before them,” he insists. “Just give me an hour with you, like this.”

You can’t resist the urge.

At the very least, you fall asleep first in his arms, his fingers playing with your hair. He must slip away from you at some point during the night, unraveling himself carefully from your sleeping figure to retreat to his own room. You’ll tell the boys eventually of your relationship with Wooyoung, you swear.

But for now, there, under the covers of the bed, you have all the time in the world to enjoy yourself with Wooyoung in pure, unadulterated silence.

In the morning when you wake up, you join your boyfriend with the rest of the boys downstairs in the kitchen for breakfast.

You’re the last to arrive, having wanted to take your time in the shower ━ a fact that Wooyoung laments, because he wanted nothing more than to shower with you to “save water” (which really just translates to more sex), but with only two bathrooms and nine people, the feat seemed impossible. Now, you sidle into the seat next to Wooyoung at the kitchen table, smiling down at him when his eyes flicker to you which seems to go unnoticed by the others.

“How was your night?” Yunho asks passively once you’ve settled into place. “Did you sleep well?”

You nod, as Wooyoung answers, “Best sleep of my life.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” This amused offhanded scoff comes from San under his breath. It causes Mingi to almost choke on his sip of orange juice as he snorts into the glass.

“What was that?” Wooyoung asks.

“Oh, nothing,” San says. The smirk on his face says otherwise. “Thought we heard some loud noises last night. It was weird.”

Then there’s Mingi, leaning across the table to catch your attention alone. He shoots you a more merciful look, though he still seems entertained nevertheless when he whispers to you, “You have something on your neck.”

Your hand instinctively clamps onto your throat, over the spot Mingi points to as you mentally curse yourself. While you had been so preoccupied the night before trying not to make any noise, you forgot to warn Wooyoung against leaving any noticeable marks on your body ━ a bad habit of his, and your fatal mistake for forgetting to check the morning after.

The others are fortunately not paying attention, already absorbed in their own conversations, but the horror of so clearly being found out by San and Mingi sends you into a frenzy. It even seems to alarm Wooyoung judging by the way he starts laughing nervously, though maybe that’s because your knee bashes against his under the table and sends him jumping in his seat.

Clearly, you have a lot of explaining to do. Eventually.

The last thing you hear San say before he and Mingi howl with laughter seems to make even the charmingly confident Wooyoung slightly frazzled, and leaves you all the more confused.

“Some romantic getaway, huh?” 

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