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the range — kinktober day one

word count: 3.5k (i got carried away lol)

warnings/kinks: harddom!heeseung, sexworker!heeseung, sub!reader, language, oral (m. receiving), protected sex, squirting, degradation, a little praise, fingering, spanking, pet names, dirty talk pls feel free to let me know if i missed anything!!

author's note: long time no see! i'm back for kinktober. i'm really trying to work on being active on here, after kinktober i hope i can accomplish just that. i hope you all enjoy my upcoming works for this month!!

you had heard about this place a few halloween's back— you hadn't expected it to reopen this year, giving you again another chance to go. the reviews were good but there was no way of seeing exactly what you should expect when going in.

all you friends pushed you to go, not that any of them had been before either, but they thought it'd help you let loose a little. you were just questioning yourself nonstop, mind switching between going and not going. you thought, maybe this could be a little fun...

tonight was halloween night, a ticket had to be bought within 24 hours of your arrival, so you rushed to your computer yesterday morning and bought one for yourself. you dressed up in a strapless tight leather dress, fishnets hugging your legs. it was basic, yes, but you looked hot, and your besties thought so too when you sent a picture to the groupchat.

walking into the attraction had your heart racing. the main area to scan your ticket was a small booth right before the entrance to the actual building. a lady sat there, face speaking for itself, saying she's bored and over it. you had to sign a waiver which honestly freaked you the fuck out, what happens in there other than a good fuck?

when entering, it was pretty loud. smoke filled the small hallways; lights were flashing brightly. you didn't know what you were supposed to do or where you were supposed to go.

it was a good two minutes when you finally heard footsteps right behind you. before you could even turn, a hand was placed over your mouth to mumble your screams and you were yanked through this curtain that hid a door right behind it. once you got into the room, it was decorated as if you were in a horror film. the hands on you let you go but still didn't turn you around. you felt shaky, all of this was so new—so unexpected.

"you're a pretty little thing, aren't ya'?" the man spoke, placing his cold hands on the back of your thighs, fingers running between the spaces left from your fishnets. he breathes heavily, almost like he's hungry, as he felt around your body.

you hadn't even gotten a good look at his face, wanting to know the face of the guy who was about to fuck you crazy. for a second you had hesitated to turn, but you finally did and looked up into his eyes. the only thing that had been on his face were two fake smile cuts— blooding dripping from them, he was attractive though, no kidding. you couldn't get enough of the way he looked down at you, still wearing his acting face and trying his best to continue portraying this character while you're still in front of him looking like that.

"did i tell you to turn and look at me?" he asked. no, but you wanted to.

"i— i just wanted to see what you looked like..." you replied, feeling so small with all the dominance he carried.

"does it matter? you're not gonna see it while i'm fucking you, you can barely see with these lights anyways."

"but— i saw enough," heeseung was a nice guy in real life, this character though was the complete opposite— aggressive, rough, overly dominant and so on. having to keep going on with this facade when you said things that had him blushing and instead of treating you like a princess, he'd be treating you like a slut.

"on your knees," he said through gritted teeth.

right away you were kneeling before him, face to face with his bulge and looking up. he held your chin to tilt your head up a little bit further. "what an obedient slut," he chuckled airy and let go of your face.

you watched as his hands trailed down to fiddle with his button and zipper of his black jeans. the feeling of excitement filled you and it caused a pool to form in the lace fabric you wore.

the minute heeseung pulled his cock out you didn't even get to give a reaction before he was forcing himself inside your mouth. you hummed lightly, loving the way he tasted on your tongue. he watched your head move forward without his help, watching the dirty sight and listening to your moans in satisfaction.

heeseung threw his head back, exposing his pretty neck you were so aching to mark, "fuck," he let out softly followed by a few pants.

his hands move to the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair and gripping onto it tight. the sting sent to your scalp added a whole new feel of pleasure, nothing was being done to you, yet you were making more noises than heeseung was.

your eyes had closed just a little while ago and once you opened them and look back up, you make eye contact with the man. he squints and tilts his head a bit, that being enough to intimidate you and closing your eyes yet again.

"ah— nope, look at me," heeseung says, demanding voice deep and raspy.

you hesitantly open your eyes again and look up into his eyes. heeseung pushes himself deeper down into your throat, holding you there until your nose was almost kissing his pelvis. tears filled your water line, and you let out very few choking noises before he was pulling out fully removing himself, thank god for your lack of a gag reflex.

his heavy cock hung right in front of your face, your black lipstick leaving one single ring around the base, "look at how good you take it, so messy— just how i like it."

heeseung rubbed his tip between your lips, glossing the precum all over them. the aching between your legs just seemed to grow and it wasn't like you could tell him to hurry up, that'll just piss him off. he didn't like being rushed, plus he was control right now.

everything had happened so quick, one minute you were on the floor and the next you were being thrown onto the bed— fishnets ripped and underwear at your knees. the leather hugging your body had barely moved and heeseung just needed to see more, see how your ass moved against him and your hips rocking back and forth.

"you're so wet darling, who's got you all worked up?" he asked, a evil chuckle following.

you hadn't answered, too afraid to speak if you were being honest and heeseung didn't appreciate that. a sharp slap was sent to your ass, and you jumped, gasping but enjoyed the sting.

"i asked a question, don't start acting up now," he sounded hot every time he spoke, if only you could see his face right now.

hands gripped onto your hips, eyes trailing down your body and falling in love with the view. with the amount of shifts he's worked here and all the people he has fucked he had never been so into a customer like he was into you.

"you, you did—" you finally say.

"good, you speak," he says, "now keep going with that pretty mouth of yours."

two of his long slender fingers plunged into you, curling and sending this new shockwave throughout your body. an exaggerated moan left your mouth, you hadn't remembered the last time you felt someone else's fingers but yours and it feel amazing.

"you're sucking them right in, doll," heeseung comments. his fingers moved steadily, a twist of his wrist every now and then.

his digits were nearly soaked from you, not like he really minded anyways. if anything, he thought it was hot you were this wet for him, dripping from his fingers and making all these noises.

screams, moans, and the faint sound of the spooky music they had playing could be heard— along with the smoke machines and buzzing of lights, yet your moans were all heeseung could focus on.

"shi— more, please more," you begged.

heeseung couldn't resist, making enough space to add another one of his fingers and move faster. each thrust of them became rougher and had you clawing at the sheets. he did so well, and of course he knew what he was doing, he worked here for a reason.

"good god, you're so tight," heeseung bent down to press a kiss to the back of your thigh, licking up the arousal that had dripped down and groaning from the satisfying taste, "and you taste so good."

all he could think about now was how he wanted to go raw on you and feel the way you clench around his cock tight, barely allowing him to move, but it was a requirement that the workers use protection in order not to catch nor spread anything. it made him grow this irritation because he really just wanted to know how you felt— and even filling you up with him cum and watching it leak from you, though he knew he couldn't do that, the thought just didn't go away.

"wish i could fill you up, but i'm afraid i can't doll," he says, disappoint heard in his voice.

you wondered why, then remembered what you had read on the contract about the protection rules. to feel his load was only something you could imagine, now you wondered if you would see him again, run into him and flashback to this night. he'd take you back to his place, or even yours and you could finally see his face clearly, clear of the fake scars and being able to actually see it in the light.

"you'd probably take it so well, huh?" he asked. you hum and wiggle your hips, moving them side to side to add to the pleasure, "what a proud cumslut."

that familiar knot tightened up in your stomach and your bud throbbing, aching for the attention. if you would have reached back what if heeseung slapped your hand away and denied you of any contact? which is exactly what he did when you tried.

you tighten around his fingers and feeling your mind getting fuzzy, heeseung pushing you closer and closer to your high.

"i— i'm close," you moan out.

"so quick?" again, you moan out but in embarrassment.

it just felt so good, how could he blame you? with each thrust of his fingers and jerk of his hand, it was only a matter of time before you soaked the both of you. heeseung watched as you squirted, twisting and turning his fingers roughly inside you as you did.

"didn't know you could do that," he said, smirk plaster on his face.

his fingers were out of you after being trapped in for so long, your hips collapsing trying to get some rest but heeseung wasn't done. and he wasn't giving breaks.

your hips were soon propped back up, heeseung placing your knees on the bed. he needed to fuck you now, feel every part of you. he nearly forgot to get protection due to how distracted he got watching you drench his fingers and clothing like that— your cum running down the back of your thighs, oh was it a sight.

heeseung grabbed the condom that usually was left on the nightstands, grabbing and removing it from the package. he stripped himself from his jacket and his shirt that was wet because of you, rolling the latex slowly onto the head and down his shaft.

"hurry and fuck me," you say, with a wiggle of your hips just barely hitting the head of his cock with your heat.

"you're an impatient little bitch," heeseung rolls your dress up to your waist, sending an aggressive slap on your ass—making you flinch. he held onto your hips tightly before pushing himself in, the sound of him hissing behind you at the feeling made you clench tighter around him, "sucking me right in, how fuckin' pretty?"

heeseung's hips started at a slow pace, a small whimper leaving your lips as he filled you to the brim, so easily controlling you with everything he did and every word he spoke. as his pace started to grow faster, your hands clenched onto the comforter—feeling all of him, inch by inch.

"m'gonna abused this sweet pussy of yours, darling." he smacks your ass harder and began pistoning into you. each stroke went deeper and deeper, splitting you open like no one has before.

you moan loud, all the wet sounds and skin slapping overpowering the loudness of the smoke machines, other women's screams, and anything else that made noise outside of this room, "how are you so fucking big?" you struggled to ask, genuinely wondering how someone could be the size he was but fit so perfectly inside you.

"it's a blessing, i guess," he shrugged, knowing how cocky that sounded but it just played into his character.

he continued to pound into you and letting out the nastiest of groans, getting lost inside you. never in the two years he's been working here as he ever felt like this before. it was always nothing but a fuck, a paycheck, and then going home after fucking girls back-to-back, but you... he could fuck you without your money even being involved. you were a goddess in his eyes, and the slutty costume you wore didn't help him control his thoughts.

heeseung pulls out of you, manhandling you onto your back, yanking your panties down from your knees and discarding them then pulling your dress up more. your legs spread for him instinctively and his cock filled you back up immediately. heeseung watched how your body reacted to him—fucking you with sharper thrusts this time.

"pretty girl, give me another?" he hovered over you, bringing one of your legs up to your chest. you nod in response, heeseung smirking as you let out another moan, "good, i want us drenched."

as time went on, and heeseung's movements only got faster—you felt yourself being pushed further to the edge. ear splitting squeals left your throat and soon you were cumming fast and hard. heeseung pulled out, fingers immediately traveling down to your clit and rubbing harshly throughout your orgasm. heeseung's torso was now dripping, the picture of his state locked in your mind.

"fuck baby, can you do it again for me?" heeseung asked, fingers still toying with you bud gently causing you to jerk up into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut and letting out and mumbled whimper, "please?"

that made something in you snap. you felt so obedient, so needy and it was all for him. you nodded to the best of your ability, heeseung grinned the second you did. something about his sinister makeup made him so incredibly attractive in a way, so much more dominate.

he stood back up straight, positioning himself to slide back into you with ease. your back arched off the bed giving heeseung a chance to slip one of his arms under you and hold you in place. his body was pressed against yours, his hips beginning to move again.

moans spilled out of you, you were just too sensitive and already worn out—anything you did you had no control of in the moment. you felt like a toy for him to use, which wasn't a bad idea at all, infact you were hoping he'd treat you as just that.

heeseung looked at your scrunched up face and open mouth, letting out the prettiest sounds he had ever heard. he plants a kiss on your chin, trailing them down to your neck and your collarbone, leaving a few marks behind.

"i could fuck you all night until you pass out," he mumbled against your skin.

you clenched around him at the thought of him using your body until you were putty in his hands, "i-i think i will s-soon if you make me cum again," you stuttered, your sentence causing him to giggle, "and i-isn't there a ti-time limit-t?"

"am i not the worker?" heeseung asked, looking into your eyes with his dark gaze, "if i'm having a good time i can do whatever the hell i please... meaning if i wanna fuck you for hours on end and make you squirt over and over again, then i will do so." he goes on to explain.

you weren't sure if he was still in character—saying the things he'd say to any of the girls that came to the range, or if he got so lost in the moment that he forgot he was supposed to be acting for the sake of good tips and instead meant every last word he said.

heeseung thrusted up hard into you, getting closer to his orgasm. he felt so pussy drunk, he was feeling dizzy and his hips began having a mind of their own. you felt his free hand coming to toy with your clit again, rubbing like he was trying to get you to cum messy and fast again.

"f-fuck, fuck i'm gonna cum~" you cried out. heeseung chuckles devilishly, leaning down to lick across your jawline and then whisper into your ear.

"be a good slut, make me cum and i'll make you," he whispered.

you whine, clenching down onto him, your eyes snapping shut as you tried to hold on—hoping he was close. his slender fingers slide up and down along your soaked core, pounding into you until he released. you had only wished it was actually inside you. the thought itself made your hips twitch and you were cumming again—this one hitting a lot harder than the previous ones.

both you and heeseung's moans synced with one another, feeling sticky from sweat and cum. you stayed like this for a while as you tried catching your breath. heeseung's body had collapsed onto top of yours, his hips still slowly moving.

once he had finally got up, he wiped his abs clean using a folded towel left on the nightstand—tying his condom and throwing it into the trash.

"made you break character," you comment, chuckling afterwards.

heeseung laughs at you as he got dressed, kneeling down to pat your inner thighs dry. you examined your thighs as he did so, dripping from your many intense orgasms, ripped fishnets and flushed skin from the amount of harsh skin on skin contact.

"you're fucking amazing, my favorite customer by far," heeseung comments, collecting your panties as he was still on the ground and handing them to you.

"yeah?" you asked, leaning back on your hands and spreading your legs a little further, earning a smirk from the man between them, "better than all those other whores you screwed?"

heeseung stood up, throwing the towel into a different bin—an airy chuckle escaping his throat, "you're the best whore i've screwed, baby." he admits.

you hum, leaning forward and looking up at him with big eyes, "you tell all your customers that?"

heeseung upperhalf bends down, your chin ending up between his fingers, "only the pretty ones, and they don't come often," he says, forcing your head up slightly—lips so close to his, "you're different though. i like how your body reacts."

he lets go of you, holding his hand out to help you to your feet. you take it, pulling your dress back down once you did finally get up. your legs felt weak, your entire body felt weak, and your brain was still trying to process what the hell just happened.

"not to mention you know how to suck dick like no other," he adds as you were trying to fix yourself before you walked out that door, "should come back again, can't promise you'll get me next time though."

"what if i don't want anyone else next time?" you asked, cocking your head to the side.

all he does is smirk before placing his hand on the doorknob, "i'll just tell my coworkers to keep their hands off of you until i find you." he says as he opens the door for you, "you have a goodnight now...i need to get back into character. you fucked me up."

you smile before saying goodbye, walking out of the door and through the curtain. you walk down the hallway you originally entered the room from and went back to the front to collect your belongings.

"how much would you like to tip?" the lady behind the booth asked.

once you got your purse back, you pulled out a 50 and gave it to her. her eyes widened when she took it into her hands, looking back up at you, "good time huh?"

you nod, giving her a soft smile before grabbing your things and walking away from the building. it was almost an internal instinct to grab your phone and call your best friend.

the phone only rung twice before yunjin answered, "hello?" she spoke.

"hey..." you said lowly. she didn't know what to make of it. either you hadn't gone, or you did, and it was a disappointment.

"oh my god, did you not go through with it?" yunjin asked, you could hear shuffling on the other side of the line.

you chuckle, still walking to the parking lot, "no...no i went through with it alright."

"well, what are you waiting for? spill!" yunjin said, urging you to share your experience.

you thought back to what had just taken place in that building behind you five minutes ago, wanting to say fuck it and start running back and pay extra just so you could see heeseung again.

"the guy i was with was so fucking hot, jen. i'm telling you right now, that is the best sex i've had in a minute." you admitted.

"see! we told you it'd be fun," she says, you could just tell she was smiling as she said that, "did you get his number?"

"unfortunately, no," you said with a frown as you approached your car, unlocking it and getting in, "but i think i'll be coming back soon."

#heeseung smut #lee heeseung smut #heeseung imagines #lee heeseung imagines #enhypen smut #enhypen imagines #enha smut #enha imagines #kpop smut #kpop imagines #kinktober

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cassidymb121 · 11 days

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OMG It’s You…(Part 8)

YouTube!Fem reader x Stray Kids

Summary: Y/N’s YouTube channel is taking off after her reactions to Stray Kids MV God’s Menu. Now she’s making videos nonstop along with working a full time job. What would happen if she got offered a job of a lifetime and met the boys of her succession?

⚠️Warnings⚠️: reader feeling down, crying, people pleaser, (orange is Korean being spoken)

🏷: @laylasbunbunny @weirdowithaphone @silverstarburst @jusanontstuff @anxiousskylar @drewsandsebastianswife @amararosesblog @niaalove (Taglist open)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 2.5 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 6.5 Chapter 7 Chapter 9

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Previously on OMG It's You…

Third Person POV

Y/N never imagined that she would be summoned to the conference room at her workplace, especially by unfamiliar individuals not from the United States. Nevertheless, they were seated on one side of the table, while Y/N found herself on the other, facing a stack of papers with the word "CONTRACT" emblazoned across the top.

“Are you interested in collaborating with us?”

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Y/N’s POV

I have also been content with working in the evenings as I am a natural night owl. I also inherited punctuality from my father and typically arrive at work at least an hour early to have time to eat and fully wake up before my shift. Although I don't love my job, I am grateful for it as I have been in worse situations previously.

As I was about to start my shift, my boss sent me a text asking me to call immediately. I quickly dialed the number and waited anxiously as it rang. When my boss finally answered, they informed me that I was needed in the conference room in Building 1 right away. My mind raced as I wondered if I had done something wrong. I couldn't think of anything that would have led to this sudden summons.

I can feel my anxiety starting to creep in. “I'm not aware of what’s going on, Miss Y/L/N. I’ve just been told to inform you to come up here. It’s the conference room facing the front of the building.” I nod, but then realize they can’t see me. “Okay, I’ll be up there shortly.”

As we bid our farewells, my body starts to rebel. My heart races, my head throbs, and my hands tremble. I grab my belongings, preparing for the worst – getting fired. The short ride to Building 1 feels like an eternity as I battle my escalating anxiety. Upon parking, I make my way to the main entrance. Climbing the stairs, I unexpectedly encounter our CEO at the top. If my anxiety was bad before, it's now off the charts. I attempt to calm my racing heart, but it feels like it's about to burst out of my chest.

“Good Afternoon Miss Y/N," she said with a bright smile. I did my best to smile back, but my nerves were evident. "I'm sorry to call you up here, but there are some people who would like to talk to you." I froze up again, but this time for a completely different reason. "So then I'm not getting fired?”

"Oh heavens no! You're one of our top employees!" I let out a breath I was holding, then I remembered what she had just said. "Wait, who's here to see me?" She beamed and said, "Why don't you go see for yourself? It's the last door to your left. Take your time. Your boss knows where you are. Just let them know when you're done." I thanked her and took a few deep breaths. ‘I wasn't getting fired, but who could be waiting for me?’

As I walked to the door and opened it, I was greeted by a group of people I had never met before. To my surprise, they were all from Korea. I flashed a smile and said hello, and they returned the gesture, acknowledging my presence. After introducing themselves, I took a seat at the opposite end of the table.

"I'm sure you're curious about why we've come to see you." I chuckle softly. “I couldn't help but feel like I was getting fired today," I admitted. "We're sorry for the inconvenience. We came earlier this morning, but we were told you didn't start until later, so we had to leave and come back.” one of the ladies added.

“It's alright. I never imagined someone would come looking for me at my workplace.”

“I'm pretty sure you got a call from us a few weeks back," I nodded. "Yeah, I did. I did send an email in response later, but with work and the channel taking up most of my time, I just haven't had the chance to get back to you.”

“The channel is the reason why we're here.” I look to them in confusion. “In South Korea, you are one of the most popular channels. We have a diagram to show you.” They gave me a diagram that shows all the most watched people and/or channels in South Korea and I'm within the Top 5. Looking to the side, I see all the names of the people who are also listed along with the dates of when this was recorded.

“We've been keeping an eye on your channel for a while, and we're enjoying your content. Have you ever calculated how much you typically earn from your videos?" I pause and meet the man's gaze. "It all depends on the views I get. It can range from $150 to $500 per day and $5,000 to $9,000 per month. It varies based on the video.”

“How much are you pulling in at this job?”

"This job has the potential to bring in (your weekly earnings/twice a week) before taxes, and around (your weekly earnings/twice a week) after taxes. Any overtime you put in could really boost those numbers!" He nods in agreement and shifts his gaze to a stack of papers sitting on the table.

The conversation took an unexpected turn as the women across the table revealed their intentions. "We're here to offer you a job with us," one of them stated. I couldn't hide my surprise, "You want me to work for you?" The room filled with laughter as one of the ladies replied, "Yes, we would like you to work for us. We know it may seem surprising to you, but to us, it's quite simple. You see, there are multiple companies, including Music Industries like JYPE, who are interested in hiring you. That diagram we have isn't just to tell you that the majority of your viewers are in South Korea. It's to show you how popular you are in South Korea. In a sense, you could be just as popular as K-pop idols, if not more."

As I heard those words, I felt like my head was about to explode. The thought of being as popular as K-pop idols seemed too far-fetched to be true. However, as I glanced back at the diagram, a part of me started to see how it could make sense. After all, numbers don't lie. When I looked up again, I noticed that everyone around me had gentle smiles on their faces.

“So, what exactly are you hiring me for?” The gentleman to the far left speaks up. “That’s where I come in,” he begins. He proceeds to outline their proposal to bring me on board as a full-time content creator. The position would require me to relocate to South Korea and would come with a dedicated space for shooting videos. This would be a significant upgrade compared to the limited space I currently have in my room. Additionally, they offered me a part-time editing role when I'm not creating new content. Both positions came with generous compensation, but the amount they were willing to pay for my videos was almost beyond belief.

"Wait, $9,000 to $15,000 per video?!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My eyes must have nearly popped out of my head. Typically, a video with 150,000 views a day would earn around $620 to $1,035. On top of that, they were offering to pay me for each video, in addition to my regular YouTube earnings. It was hard to wrap my head around why they would offer so much. Finally, I couldn't hold it in any longer, and I asked the one question that had been consuming my thoughts all along.

“Why does it feel like everyone is trying to fight over me in some way? I mean, take a look at this diagram." *Showing them the diagram* "I get that I'm supposedly very well known over there, but why pay someone so much for videos that never get paid that much?”

The gentleman positioned in the center let out a small sigh before responding. "Due to your widespread popularity, everyone desires to have you working for them. It's a way of demonstrating that 'My company has become even more popular now that I have y/c/n working with me.' That's essentially what it signifies."

"So, essentially, that's your intention here. You want to have me under your company name to help your business expand." They all nod, and I turn my gaze to the left. "But what guarantee do I have that another company won't come along and offer me a better opportunity? What about that?" Before they can reply, I speak up again.

“Listen, I appreciate the offer, but I won't engage in this if it's solely about gaining popularity. I value my worth as a human being and refuse to be objectified or treated as a trophy. If I decide to pursue this, it will be on my terms. I'll only associate with a company that respects me as an individual, values my content creation, and allows me to work on my terms. I might consider additional projects in my spare time, but my integrity as a content creator mustn't be exploited. I seek a professional partnership without the need for flaunting or seeking fame.”

“We are committed to supporting your growth. Rather than simply showcasing you, we want to nurture your potential within our company. Your creativity and dedication could lead you to a producer role here. If necessary, we are open to adjusting the contract terms to better suit your needs. We envision a promising future for you, not only within our company but also in your personal life.”

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Four days have passed, and here I am at my grandparent's house with most of my immediate family. We're gathered around, discussing the contract I've been revising with the company. They've been cooperative, working with me to include what I want and exclude what I don't want in the contract.

The updated contract sparked a lively discussion, or rather a heated debate, among my family members. Initially, they were all thrilled when I shared the news. Well, almost all of them. The mood quickly soured when I mentioned that I would have to move to South Korea.

“Why do you need to move? Can't you just remain here?”

“Why are they offering her such generous compensation?”

“It's likely a ploy to entice her into joining their team.”

“Have you considered the potential risk of experiencing a similar episode to your last one at WD? You've never had the experience of living independently, and the one time you did, you struggled to fulfill your financial obligations.”

“How are you planning to support yourself? Will the income be enough to cover your expenses?”

I excused myself and made my way to the back porch, hoping for a moment of peace. As I sank into the couch, I couldn't shake off the feeling that things were spiraling out of control. Just a few days ago, I had left the conference room on cloud nine, but now everything seemed to be falling apart.

It's tough to admit, but I've always been a people pleaser. I've spent my life doing what others thought was best for me, even when it made me unhappy. When I finally mustered the courage to pursue my passion and start my own channel, my family didn't support me. It was disheartening, and almost made me give up before I even started. However, with the encouragement of a few close friends, I found the strength to pursue my dreams. And now, I'm proud of how far I've come.

As I reflected on their questions and concerns, I found myself contemplating aspects that hadn't crossed my mind, such as the possibility of this opportunity being a scam. My once-envisioned dream job now seemed to be losing its luster. Just as my thoughts started to spiral, a familiar figure emerged to join me outside. I desperately needed to avoid any further negative discussions about the situation. Surprisingly, it was my stepmother (or someone equally close to me). Despite not being my biological mother, she has consistently been my pillar of support when others have fallen short.

“Hey there, are you holding up okay?" I give a small nod. "I'm hanging in there, I guess. I get why they're worried about this, but every time I start feeling a little hopeful, they shoot it down. I even spoke to the company about delaying my relocation, but they refuse to listen. It's like they don't hear me at all." I pause, looking at her, struggling to hold back tears. "Just once, I wish they could be happy for me. I'm finally making progress in my life, and I just want their support, not their doubts.”

As tears streamed down my face, my stepmom did her best to wipe them away. She pulled me close, and it was as if all the emotions I had held in for so long came rushing out. After I finally composed myself, she gently pulled away and looked at me with concern.

"There's absolutely nothing wrong with you Y/N. You know your grandparents and your dad adore you and would do anything to see you happy. I've always encouraged you to pursue your dreams and not let anyone hold you back. I still stand by that. I understand they may not be thrilled about you moving away, but if it means living the life you've always envisioned, then go for it. You know we'll always be in your corner, no matter what. Our collective wish is for you to find genuine happiness. Don't let their words steal your joy, okay?" With a nod, I couldn't help but smile a little brighter.

When we returned inside, everything had calmed down. They expressed their happiness for me and their concern about me being so far away. My stepmom even seemed to have said something to them before she emerged, as she winked at me when I turned to her.

I thought long and hard about it, but in the end, I took the leap and reached out to the company, letting them know I was ready to dive in. Within a week, I had the contract in hand, and soon after, I was receiving payment for the videos I'd already uploaded. Two weeks later, I handed in my notice at my job and officially transitioned to working full-time from home. I made it clear that I wanted to secure a place in South Korea near the company before making the final move, ensuring all my belongings were shipped across the seas.

In just one month, I'll be making the official move to South Korea! I couldn't be more thrilled about this incredible opportunity!

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intheshadowsbehindyou · 8 months

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Hello! I love your writing style!! It's just so on spot, and I wanted to request some headcanons for the mercs with a gn! reader who doesn't really speak but they can communicate through sign language or paper for whatever reason, the thing is, the Merc and the reader find themselves in a really critical situation or just an incredibly intimate and comforting moment, blurting out for the first time something serious or stupid like "y'know when I first met you I thought you're really stupid...(affectionate)" IDK OF THIS MAKES SENSE OR IT'S WEIRD SORRY LMAOOA

(if you don't wanna do all of them you could do your faves & I hope there's a chance to add miss Pauling if possible😔) but anyway, too much to read,, sorry again!! Take care♡♡

Y/N with communication anxiety admits their feelings to the Mercs

Scout:

- He’s very chill and nonchalant about it. Although have fun hearing him talk his mouth off all the time and rant about random things. He takes a liking to you pretty quickly when you join his team and leans on the wall next to you tossing his ball from hand to hand and blowing bubbles with his bubblegum. “Heeey there slugger. What‘s your name? You look like a total nightmare today.” He says. When you don’t answer him and nervously gesture to your throat that you’d prefer staying quiet he pauses for a moment. “Not a talker, eh?”

- Literally will not shut the fuck up. Will talk to you for hours on end. Venting or just saying plain stupid shit to impress you. You find his personality rather charming and in exchange he seems to appreciate your content silence and preference to listen to him. Something that the other Mercs don’t really do.

- “Y’know, Y/N. I know this sounds fuckin’ weird but like— Thank you I guess? For listening to my nonstop ramblin. I mean.. Not many people stop to consider what I have to say.” He says this to you while you sit in Tuefort’s gazebo with him on a cold desert morning. “They just think i’m annoying I guess..”

- “Annoying yet charming and handsome nonetheless, Scout.” You finally work up the courage to mutter to him. Your voice is rasp and you smile.

- Scout pauses, then looks at you in complete disbelief. Did Y/N just speak? Atop of that it seemed to have been a flirtatious compliment. He takes a moment to process the situation and then sort of chortles. He runs his hand through his own hair and acts chill about it but on the inside he’s absolutely mad with feelings. “Wow.. That’s.. Yeah, OK.” he says, failing to find words. Face flushed with heat.

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Soldier:

- He was the first person to approach you in the base. Like ever. When he found out there was a new mercenary he needed to lay the ground rules to them as soon as possible. Instead of giving him a “Yes sir!” like he had hoped, you stared at him blankly. (I’d probably be rethinking this job offer.) Wondering why you hadn’t spoken up to him, he got close to your face and looked up and down you. “I’D LIKE TO HEAR A YES SIR PRIVATE!” Still nothing. You were too busy admiring his muscles. You’ve just met this man but you’d let him throw you off a bridge in an instant.

- When he still doesn’t get a response, he backs up and angrily fixes his helmet “Insubordination I see.. Heh. Okay.” He mutters and prepares to plan a punishment later. You are oddly charmed by his stupid greeting and you head to the nearest chalkboard and explain in writing why you can’t respond back. He lifts his helmet up to read it and then looks back at you. (The other Mercs are kind of stunned that Soldier even knows how to read in the first place.)

- “Ah, I see.. Strange tactical decision but not unheard of.” He responds, then straightens his posture apologetically. You two become close friends from then on. Medic has to explain to him later that you just have “mild” communication issues. For the first few months of your guys’ friendship the dumbass thought you were doing this to gain an upper hand.

- After a match one day you catch him smoking a cigar on a huge pile of bodies in the pouring rain. You step up the horrific mess of blood and guts to meet him. He doesn’t look too happy. Although Soldier never really opens up about anything to anyone. He’s way too deep in his little military fantasy. You sit next to him and put a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. Whatever the hell he was upset about you knew it wasn’t good. After a bout of silence you whisper “You’re a wonderful strategist, Soldier.”

- You can’t see his expression underneath his helmet but you can certainly hear his heartbeat quicken because of how close you are. His mouth nearly twitches up into a grin. He doesn’t respond to your compliment but he’s relieved to hear one nonetheless after all this time.

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Demoman:

- You find him making bombs in his quarters when you meet him for the first time. He doesn’t look too friendly but as you decide to walk by he immediately calls out to you. “Ayeee! New blood. Get ova’ here a second. Wee lil monster.” He beckons his hand aggressively.

- You walk over to him and he puts an arm around your shoulder. Patting you reassuringly. “Aye.. So It’s not gonna be easy livin’ here just so you know. We’re all a wee bit mad. Don’t take the others’ too seriously when dey bother ye.” He takes the responsibility upon himself to let you know as an older Merc it’ll be okay. He slaps you friendlily on the back after his conversation and sends you off. He doesn’t really question the fact you aren’t speaking.

- You immediately take a liking to him though. Mainly due to his explosive personality on the battlefield (pun intended.) He gets horribly drunk before doing any Mercenary work and acts goofy the entire time. His charisma pulls you in like a magnet. You want to speak to him but it’s so hard…

- After months of simping for this guy from afar, you slip a note under his doorframe professing your feelings to him. You hear him pick it up. The next thing you know, he barges into your quarters the next day after a match and grabs you by the shoulders. Asking you in complete disbelief if you actually meant everything you said.

- “Yes, I just think you’re really attractive!” you blurt out instinctively. Alarmed by his behavior. He lets you go; having heard your voice for the first time. The shock of the revelation and the sound of your voice, atop of the alcohol seemed to have done it for him. He immediately kissed you on the lips without warning. You’re the first person in years to say this to him.

- “I… Er.. “ He walks away after that. You have no fucking idea what the hell even happened.

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Engineer:

- You hear the sweet melody of a guitar echoing off the intel room. Despite its clearly southern origins you are drawn to it. As if it was some sort of hypnosis. You’d recognize that melody anywhere. The year was 1967 and you were no stranger to your own childhood. That was clearly “El Paso.” You’ve heard that song on the radio a million times already. But somehow this was different. The soothing voice it came from was singing it as if it were his own lullaby to the multiple sentries around him. The ones of his own creation of course.

- Next thing you know, you’re sitting next to him on the intel desk, sleepy as all shit from the melody and the white noise from the patrolling sentries. You wake up an hour later to embarrassingly finding yourself on this stranger’s lap. You want to profusely apologize to your colleague but nothing comes out.

- He doesn’t even seem phased. For some reason he was stroking your hair as he gazed off into the distance.

- Ever since that day you became close to Engineer. He was completely unbothered by your communication issues and actually kind of appreciates the silent times he has with you. He rarely speaks to you while hanging out either, out of respect for your boundaries. Only the occasional conversation here and there. You are both existing together.

- “I love you, Dell.” You finally say, after a night of drinking in his workshop with him. You are perched up on his lap as always and he’s petting you. At first he misunderstands this as platonic. “Aww..” He cooes. “No, I mean it. I’ve always found you so —“ You bury your face into his chest. Muffling the last part of your sentence “Safe to be around.”

- He’s unbelievably boiling with hormones on the inside. He tips his hardhat forward to hide his flustered face. Holding his own chin. “Dammit..” He mutters in an incredibly positive way. You’ve successfully won this man over.

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Heavy:

- He’s already met you before the job. Accidentally caught you in a coffee shop in Tuefort being yelled at by an ableist Karen and he took it upon himself to nearly strangle her for you. Heavy doesn’t tolerate behavior like that. You need to insult people with style or nothing at all. Don’t pick on their disabilities. Aim for the most stereotypical high school bully route possible. Come on, you gotta be an asshole skillfully.

- He could tell you were different the moment you joined the team. But that’s fine. He was quite misunderstood too. Heavy wasn’t a dumb himbo. He was a GIANT man with a lust for blood. Although he enjoyed chaos as much as any Merc, Heavy also valued silence. Something that you provided him with your presence. You catch him deliberately body shielding you on the battlefield because he knows this communication issue didn’t come out of nowhere. You’re distressed. This was his subtle attempt to let you know he cared.

- He catches you unable to sleep one night. He opens your door and notes the fact your light was still visible through the cracks. You’re sitting on the bed in an uncomfortable fetal position.

- “Little thing will not sleep?” He asks you. Although he has his typical hardened expression the question suggested he cared. “Hm. Stay here. Heavy will grab bedtime story.”

- He reads you an old Russian classic. Although depending on who you are you might not understand it. Regardless the soft sounds are alluring sleep. It’s clear he’s read people stories many times before because his whispers hit all the right places.

- You mumble to him a thank you. Which makes him pause mid sentence. He doesn’t know how the ever living fuck to process what he’s feeling right now. It’s a mixture of affection and the pang of what is typically the start of romantic attraction. Ew gross he’s feeling soft and fuzzy emotions.

- You pull him under the covers with you eagerly. He grumpily obeys but he doesn’t know why. He nearly destroys your bed with his weight and has to put you on his chest to cuddle. You can hear the sound of the ubercharged baboon heart inside him. Still pumping away and working to keep him going. You slip into slumber easily.

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Pyro:

- Talking is overrated anyway. Nobody really understands Pyro when they speak under the mask. Trying to say something simple like “There’s a spy behind you.” is often met with a confused expression. When Pyro meets you, it’s when he’s allured by your skills on the battlefield. In their point of view you are a glorious unicorn prancing around a field of pollen. (More like debris from the enemy soldiers’ rockets but that’s besides the point.)

- There are rare moments where Pyro is completely lucid and self aware of the fact they’re a mercenary for hire though. They compliment you on your abilities after a match and it takes you a while to understand but you nod.

- They won’t. stop. complimenting. you. You are dragged to his tea parties and childish shenanigans and you find over time it’s surprisingly pleasant to escape from the bloodshed once and a while. Cuddling sessions ensue as time goes on.

- You catch their face without their suit while they’re getting changed. That is vulnerability that Pyro wasn’t ready for yet. They break down sobbing and self depreciating and you feel heartbroken. Who the hell taught them to hate themselves so fucking much? You’re having a bit of empathy overload right now as they squeal and choke up. Finding no other alternative but to speak blissful things about their appearance and personality. Hearing you speak for the first time makes them cry more. (In an incredibly positive way luckily.)

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Sniper:

- Oh shit. Another person whose super quiet for some reason?! Except your situation is different. You’d like to socialize but it’s difficult. Sniper doesn’t want to socialize and he hates basically everybody. But he has that “grumpy older brother who teases you” energy. He’s well aware you’re younger than the other Mercs and therefore a tad easier on you.

- He’s scoping out a crack in the window when he feels your presence behind him. His shoulders stiffen and that’s how you know he senses you. “Blimey. You’d make a terrible Spy.” he mutters. Bringing his gun away from the hole to put it down and face you. His hypersensitivity to noise is no doubt from being stabbed a million times.

- You wonder how he’s able to tell it’s even you in the first place. He’s possibly grown accustomed to how each Mercenary sounds when they approach his nest. You can smell the scent of strong cologne mixed in with bond fire lingering off him. Couple that with the fact that he’s so unbelievably hot? You came to bring him some morning coffee but you end up setting it down to spontaneously hug him.

- “Wh— fuck.” He growls. Both caught off guard and swaying a bit. Trying to adjust to extra weight. He hesitantly hugs you back. Wondering if you were sick or something and needed soothing. He doesn’t understand why anybody would want this from him. It takes him a minute to put his arms around you and pat you.

- “What’s wrong mate?” he says, in your ear. This man might be giving you a voice kink if you don’t already have one. Holy shit. You don’t want to be humiliated by your own voice in front of him and your lips quiver. Incapable of finding the words you’re thinking of. “You’re cute.” you finally say. In a last ditch effort when no other words came to mind. To say you desperately wanted this man was an understatement.

- You hear him take a sharp breath in. He stifles a groan from the amount of energy you just shot into his godamn stomach. Not only was it a pleasure to hear your voice for the first time but it felt intimate. He was very sensitive to things like this. You swore you could hear this man purring in your ear like a cat. He was evidentially as touch starved as you were.

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Medic:

- No speaking?! Oh! this man has to study you like right fucking now. What a curiosity. He’s never met somebody who had issues speaking like this before. He hates to admit —and won’t admit for that matter — that he might be doing this out of emotion as well. Believe it or not Medic can be an incredibly emotion driven person. Not just for the pleasures of harming people but the unwanted sympathy that comes with being human. He hates the idea he might care for you. Why does he even feel that way? It’s not like you’re different from any other Merc..

- Except you are. You’re you. That’s the problem. You’re lovable in every way and no amount of rumination will ever explain why.

- His first instinct upon discovering this about you is to ask you questions about how bad it is. Obviously quickly realizing how stupid that is — he hands you his clipboard and a fresh piece of paper to communicate. “Do you speak if at all?” “Do you experience this in the presence of certain stressors?” “Did you have traumatic experiences that led to this?” “Is this perhaps a case of selective mutism?”

- You scramble to write down incredibly passive aggressive and sarcastic answers but they are answers nonetheless. He seems pleased with the results. Under normal circumstances you’d hate being treated like a guinea pig but his excited smile was charming. The fact that somebody wanted to understand your situation so badly was a bit riveting. He was hungry for information about the human existence. “Danke!”

- You catch something you’d never suspect in a mad scientist such as himself. While he’s drawing mathematical equations on his chalkboard one night he periodically looks over his shoulder to frown at you while he thinks you’re not paying attention.

- He’s doing a terrible job at hiding his human nature. There was a bout of emotion in his eyes about your health. As much as the doctor tried to remove this from his work, it kept rearing its ugly head in certain situations. “I love you, Doctor.” You tell him.

- SNAP. His fingers break the chalk in half. Just like his crumbling facade. You could see his eye twitch as he accesses ten thousand possible answers he could give you in his mind. “Aheh, could you give me a moment, bitte?” He tells you. Waltzing into the other room. You could hear muffled screaming coming from his bedroom. He regrets taking this job and wished he died in police custody.

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Spy:

- YES! FINALLY SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T MAKE HIM WANT TO PULL HIS HAIR OUT AND BACKFLIP OFF A CLIFF

- Spy elegantly invites you to his quarters one night after weeks of avoiding you the first time you come here. He pours you some wine and hands you a glass. (adjusting your hand in the process because you’re holding the glass wrong.)

- “Do you know why I brought you here?” He asks. Pacing around the room and lighting himself a cigarette from his disguise kit. In all honesty you have no idea why but the sight of such a handsome older man doing this for you was distracting. “It is your performance as of late. You are throughly calculated I must say.” You couldn’t agree with this, but you wondered if he had some sort of thing for competent people. (Your assumptions are correct.)

- …. “Not to mention quieter than me when I scope out prey.” He mentions. Waving the cigarette between two fingers. He was a Spy and you had no doubt he was trying to read you like a book but having difficulties. He was especially accustomed to having small talk with the other Mercs to better fake their counterparts when disguised as them. You couldn’t help but feel a little flattered over the fact that not even a Spy could properly look through you.

- He looked at you rather frustratingly once he realizes you’re still not speaking. “Not even the slightest bit of speaking. Do you realize how much harder you make my job?” He complains sarcastically. You can’t help but crack a humored grin at this. He isn’t being ableist in this situation, rather he’s angry he can’t psychoanalyze somebody. You knew it was within’ a Spy’s nature to instinctively do this.

- He responded positively to your grin. Moving away and dragging his cigarette. Trying to hide a bit of his own amusement. “Yes, yes. You find my suffering to be equivalent to the entire circus.” He says. “But in in all honesty your silence is preferred.” Spy moves in and lifts your chin up with his pointer finger.

- “Tu es agréable à côtoyer..” He hisses. His voice sounding like a hungry cat as he draws closer to you. Spy has a very distinct look in his eye. One that basically screams thoughtful and mysterious. You nearly passed out at the unintentionally romantic gesture.

- “Please throw me off a fucking building.” You say.

- “What?”

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #demoman x reader #heavy x reader #medic x reader #spy x reader #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #pyro x reader #sniper x reader #I FORGOT TO DO MISS PAULING IM SORRY

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euphoriacafe · 2 months

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This is based on a TikTok I saw today but I’m also a big Rex simp and kept getting Rex like nonstop when I did the filter so- here we go.

Reblogging, Liking, and following is welcomed but not a necessity. c:

Captain Rex x F!Reader

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You were working a long shift at 79’s since someone decided to quit making things short staffed. The bar was packed to the brim with Troopers who were coming back from their missions but there was one face you haven’t seen in a while.

Him.

Mr. Captain Rex

You had your back turned as you were mixing drinks for customers as your two other co-workers took order.

“When did half cut shirts become the uniform?”

That voice…you knew it anywhere. Your eyes went big as you turned around and there he was. He was a little cut up but his ruggedness stood out. You couldn’t contain your smile as you walked closer towards him. The bar counter was the only thing separating you both.

You were wearing a shirt black half cut top that showed a bit of your belly— with some black pants hugging every curve you had.

“Hmm, when did you leave?” You asked playfully with a grin looking at him.

Rex gave a sly grin as he looked at you, while he leaning a bit against the counter. His voice was confident yet so genuine when he spoke to you, “About two months ago—I mean I’m not complaining but you’re definitely giving the shines out here heart attacks.”

You were almost thanking the fact that your manager wanted the lights in the building to be different colors- you felt your cheeks grow warm as you chuckled looking away for a moment. As you opened your mouth your manager came around the corner looking at you.

“Hey I need you to clock out now- I can’t afford to keep you longer for your shift so go on.” Your manager spoke in a hurry before leaving not wanting to hear a single peep.

“Seems like I must’ve came at a good time then.” Rex spoke as you began to smile and chuckle nodding slowly. “Well I have been here for almost…19 hours now.”

You walked around the corner coming closer to Rex.

“Well, since you’re off- let me buy you a drink and you can come sit with the boys and me.” Rex spoke as he looked at you in the eyes giving a small smile.

You could never reject an offer from Rex, especially when you secretly missed him being around in the first place. You nodded as you followed him to their usual spot in the bar to sit down. As you sat down sliding into the booth greeting the boys of the 501st.

You sat in between Fives and Rex.

The night went on with laughing, them telling stories from the events they had to go through on this past mission, teasing jokes, and drinking. You’ve always enjoyed their presence and how they almost treated you like someone important to them.

As you all decided to drink more and more the alcohol was definitely going to give you a hangover. The boys either went to the dance floor, left with some girls, or tried to retreat to go back to their dorms. Leaving you and Rex together alone at the table still talking.

You were practically buzzed— you knew how to hold your alcohol but it didn’t mean you were mentally there for some things you would say.

As you were still sitting beside Rex talking your pretty little lips off- you suddenly touched his soft cheek looking into his tired eyes that rested on your face purely.

“Oh~ Rex.” You spoke softly with a drunk little smile.

Rex hummed amused looking at you in the eyes, his body was turned to you looking down to you.

“I’ll never understand why you aren’t with someone already- I get that it’s forbidden but I mean after the war wouldn’t you want a family?” You spoke slurring a bit with a sort of cuteness to your tone.

Rex’s smirk was gentle as he pushed some hair behind your ear. “I never thought about it- but why would I need a family when I have my brothers-”

You cut him off placing a hand on his chest plate looking at him, “No-no-no- Rex- I understand your love for your brothers but don’t you want kids- a wife- a family?”

Rex scanned your face for a second, you could almost swear he wasn’t drunk as if he was giving real thought behind him, suddenly his voice was gentle and almost quiet like the topic was forbidden- “Let’s make a pack…when I’m 40 and we’re still single…when the war is over- let’s get married. We can love each other…have kids…get family land…get a pet.” His voice was becoming slow.

Rex sounded genuine as you looked up to him in the eyes- you were becoming sober from the things he said. He grasped your hand that was resting on his chest plate.

“You’re only say-“ you were cut off once more as he rubbed his thumb onto your knuckles.

“No…I mean it. Let’s get married…I’ll love you.”

Your eyes scanned his eyes to find any truth behind them.

“When this war ends…when we are in our 40’s… if we are both single- I know I’ll be—let’s get married.” His voice lingered to your ear in a breathy whisper.

You sat there falling apart under his presence but as he straightened his posture and stood up looking at you with a sly grin once more.

“I’ll more than willing to play the long way for you…”

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stevenssacrab · 6 months

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Good Neighbor Pt. 2

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Summary: After a successful dinner date with Bucky, you invite him to cook dinner with you

Rating: 18+ (minors, do not interact)

Warnings: Lots of flirting, teasing, mentions of knives, sexual tension, mentions of alcohol, light kissing

Word Count: 1.7k

a/n: Part 2! Glad everyone liked part 1, hope part 2 is up to par!

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Part 1

“Hey, you aren’t allergic to mushrooms, are you?” you sent out the message; after the dinner, you exchanged numbers and have been texting each other nonstop all week; even your coworkers have noticed you seem happier. You’ve been looking for recipes and doing it for hours, trying to pick the perfect one. So what if this dinner was an excuse to spend time with Bucky? You had been thinking of ways to get some one-on-one time with him, and this was perfect; you could hide it under the guise of trying to teach him to cook.

“No, I’m not; anything is good,” he responded almost immediately; you smiled at his quick response; it made you feel like you were always on his mind. Talking with Buck never felt like a chore; the conversation flowed naturally. It was as if you had been friends for a long time. It was refreshing not needing to try so hard. Bucky always made you feel special, paying extra attention whenever you spoke, hanging off every word, afraid he’d miss a critical detail, and that’s precisely what had you head over heels for him; the feeling was new, but you knew you wanted more.

“Okay, thanks, Buck,” you replied; you remember when you called him Buck for the first time, you were wishing each other goodnight, and it just slipped out; you didn’t even think about it; it just happened; everything with Bucky felt natural.

It was 10 minutes before Bucky had to head to your place, and he was pacing. He was so nervous; he promised himself he wouldn't get so worked up, but he didn’t want to blow this opportunity. He had feelings for you, and he didn’t wanna blow it; you’re the first girl that treated him like a person and not a superhero; everything felt ordinary and simple, and that’s all he wanted.

“Okay, Buck, you got this,” he said out loud, patting himself on the chest.

“It’s go time, Buck.” With that, he opens the door, takes the 2 steps across the hall, and knocks on your door.

“Hey, Bucky! Right on time,” you say giddily, stretching your arms out and wrapping Bucky in a tight hug; you don’t miss the chance to take in his scent, a mix of vanilla and teakwood, a smell you could get used to.

“I brought some wine. Hope white is okay?” he said, holding up the bottle.

“It’s perfect, Buck,” you say, smiling sweetly at him.

“Come in, please,” you say, opening the door wider for him.

“The kitchen is right this way,” you say, lightly grabbing his hand and leading him into the kitchen.

“So, I got you something,” you say, playfully hiding the gift behind your back. Bucky's eyes widened; he hadn’t even thought of getting you a gift.

“I didn’t get,” he says, starting to panic.

“Oh, Buck, it's fine; just open it.” You hand him a green box wrapped with a red bow. Feeling anxious, He grabs it slowly; he opens the box and pulls out an apron with a picture of a muscular man. He starts laughing loudly, shoulders bouncing with glee; he calms down a little bit, looks at the apron again, and resumes laughing loudly with tears in his eyes. You laugh with him; you didn’t think he would like it so much.

“I’m happy you like it,” you laugh, helping him put it on, slowly sliding your hands down and resting them on his firm chest. He clears his throat, and you snap out of it, quickly pulling your hands back.

“Uh, sorry, I-” you stutter out, blush creeping up your face.

“It’s okay,” he says; he gently grabs your hand and places it back onto his chest, keeping his hand over yours. You’re dumbfounded; all thoughts leave your brain; what snaps you out is Bucky softly squeezing your hand, and you rip your hand away from him.

"Can you tie it for me?" he asks, and he turns, showing you his board back; you slowly grab the straps and tie them, letting your hands roam up his back to his shoulder blades and down his arms; you clear your throat.

"All done," you say innocently, smiling up at Bucky.

“Can you help me with mine?” you ask shyly, turning around. Bucky grabs the apron and slides it over your head, and you move your hair to the side. Bucky sucks in a breath seeing your exposed neck; he traces his hand down your back and leans forward to grab the strings; you get goosebumps feeling his breath fan across your neck; he ties the apron around you, he lets his hands roam your back, caressing your neck gently. He slowly pulls his hands away, already missing your body against his hands.

“Okay, let’s um start,” you say, hastily pulling ingredients from the fridge, Bucky smiling to himself at how scatterbrained he made you. “Oh, this is gonna be fun,” he thinks, moving to help you pull out ingredients.

“Alright, I think we have everything,” you say, reviewing the list on your phone.

“I picked an easy recipe for your first time; now pay attention; we’re doing this for you,” you say matter-of-factly.

“Thanks for being gentle for my first time,” he says coyly, winking at you.

“Are you gonna be like this all night?” you ask, raising your eyebrow.

“Yes,” he gives a smug look.

“Game on, pretty boy,” you say, challenging him to his little game.

“Let’s start with the steak,” you say, motioning for him to hand it over to you; he hops up and hands you the steak, watching you open the package and slowly place it into the pan.

“How do you like your steak done, hon?” you ask, all your attention on the pan; you miss Bucky's face drop at the pet name, blush making its way across his cheeks; he clears his throat.

“Um, medium, well, please,” he blurts out.

“Hand me 2 tablespoons of butter, please,” you say, pointing at the butter on the counter.

“Yes, chef,” Bucky says jokingly; you giggle at the joke; Bucky is mentally high-fiving himself.

“Slight problem, I don’t know what tablespoons are,” he admits

“What? Really?” you ask, looking at him in disbelief.

“I’ve never cooked a day in my life, Y/N; that’s why we’re doing this,” he says nonchalantly.

“Okay, tbsp means tablespoons right here.” You grab his hand holding the knife and cut at the 2 tablespoon mark, holding onto his hand a second too long; you quickly let go of his hand.”

“Alright, hand me that plate; we’ll take the steaks out and then add mushrooms next,” you say confidently; you’re in your element, an area you absolutely thrive in.

“Here are your mushrooms,” he says, opening the package and adding them to the pan.

“Okay, let's add the mushrooms in and stir until tender; at that point, we’ll add the broth and heavy whipping cream,” you say slowly, making sure Bucky absorbs everything you say.

“Okay, when can I get you to hold my hand again?” he asks.

“After dinner,” you say playfully, bumping him lightly with your elbow.

“Oh, I’m gonna hold you to that,” he flirts back, bumping you back playfully.

“Next, let’s bring this to boil until the sauce thickens; it shouldn't take too long, 1-2 minutes tops,” you say, slowly stirring; this time, Bucky puts his hand over yours, helping you mix the sauce; you smile bashfully and lean into him.

“Okay, last thing, we’re almost there!” you say excitedly. “We’ll add the steaks back into the pan, let them heat up and get coated in the sauce, add chives for garnish, and boom, we’re done,” you say clearly.

“Aw, but I loved this educational cooking show,” he teases playfully.

“Good thing we’re doing this again,” you say happily, happy at the thought of doing this again.

You carefully add the steak and mushrooms next to the mashed potatoes you prepared the night before.

“Grab the wine glasses for will ya Buck, they're in the cabinet above the sink, on the top shelf,” you say, wholly focused on plating the food.

“I’ll set these on the table,” Bucky says, walking toward the table with the wine glasses.

“Okay, thank you,” you shout from the kitchen, satisfied with how the food looks. You walk the food to the table where Bucky has poured the wine and waits patiently.

“I’m so excited to try this,” you beam, joy evident in your face.

“To our first time cooking together.” Bucky holds his glass up, and you smile and clink your glasses together.

“Let’s dig in,” you say, seating done, and take your first bite.

“Ugh”

“Ugh,” you and Bucky shout simultaneously, both laughing.

“This is so good, oh my god,” you say proudly.

“We did a good job,” Bucky chirps, smiling from ear to ear at you.

“We really did,” you giggled, “Next, I wanna try pot roast!” you say, already thinking of the next time.

You and Bucky lean back in your chairs, absolutely stuffed.

“Ugh, 10 out of 10.” Bucky looked pleased. You get up and attempt to grab Bucky’s dish, but he pulls it away and quickly grabs yours.

“Absolutely not! I’ll do the dishes,” he bellows.

“No, Bucky! You’re the guest. You can’t do that,” you exclaim, trying to grab the dishes, but Bucky uses his height to render your attempts useless.

“No way, you did most of the cooking. The least I could do is the dishes,” he says matter-of-factly, walking back into the kitchen and running the water.

“Okay, let’s both do them, yeah?” you ask, hopefully.

“Okay, but only because you’re so cute,” he says, squinting at you playfully.

Bucky washes the dishes, and you rinse and dry them off like a well-oiled machine; you finish in no time.

“Okay, I think I should head home,” Bucky says sadly; he doesn’t want it to end.

“Aww, okay, Buck, let me walk you out,” you say, grabbing his hand and leading him to the door.

“I had so much fun, Buck. We have to do this more often,” you say eagerly, leaning against the door frame, sweetly running your thumb over Bucky's knuckles.

“See you later, Bucky.” You give his hand a light squeeze; Bucky grips your hand tightly and pulls you in; your lips meet; he tenderly kisses you and caresses your chin until you both pull away for air.

“I’ll see you later, Y/N,” he kisses your cheek sweetly; he strides into his apartment and closes the door softly; you’re left staring at his door with a broad smile.

#marvel fluff #marvel x reader #marvel #bucky barnes #bucky fluff #bucky fanfic #bucky x female reader #bucky x reader fluff #bucky barnes au #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky x y/n #bucky drabble #bucky barnes blurb #bucky and reader #bucky barnes and reader #bucky barnes fluff #jennys.work

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kooktrash · 1 year

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this drabble idea was inspired by this prompt i saw before: “you wanna act single? fine. then be single.”

omg pretty pls do slow burn yandere!taehyung x reader where he’s not rlly a great bf to her so she breaks up with him and tries to get over it by going out with a lot of guys and it’s only then that tae’s possessive behavior grows worse and worse 🫣 pls make it angsty/smutty can be fluffy too hehe whatever works for you

alright this might be so much slow burn but let me explain 😭😭 I don’t like my requests so long bc they’re really just drabbles and something quick. I hope you like it; really enjoyed this request. Love a good yandere bc I’m crazy and need my man obsessed with a capital OBSESSED [but also not in a You kind of way, more possessive lmao] little over 2k words. light smut at the end. angst and smutty?

“If you want to act single? Fine, be single.”

He swears he short circuit-ed. His eye practically at what you just told him in the middle of what was supposed to be a nice dinner and yet there was an argument involved. He tried to smile or laugh it off despite his breathing suddenly becoming uneven, “What do you mean? I—I don’t act single. I love you, you know that.”

“Clearly I don’t,” your tone was sharp and it had his jaw clenching. What do you mean you don’t know how much he loves you? “You work day and night and when you have free time all you want to do is drink at bars with your friends. You entertain another girl’s flirting right in my face so try. Lie to me again that you love me when I’m not a single one of your priorities. Everyone else seems to be but me.”

“That’s not true. I don’t let other girls flirt with me. I always tell them I have a girlfriend when I go ou—“

“Tae it’s not just that. There’s many reasons I want to break up wi—“ “No, I’m sorry but you’re not dumping me,” he said trying to seem calm as he went to finish his dinner but suddenly he lost his appetite, “We’ll work this out.”

“There’s nothing to work out,” you were suddenly standing and he couldn’t hide his worry anymore, “I shouldn’t have to tell you what’s wrong if you already know it. I’m sorry but this just isn’t working anymore. I’ll head out first.”

“Y/n wait,” he rushed to stand just as the waiter came with the bill and he swears he could kill the guy for stalling him. By the time he was finished paying and gathering his things, you were already in a cab.

“It’s just one date, please? He’s bringing a friend and I’ve got no one,” your friend begged you one day after work. It’s only been a few days since you dumped Taehyung and she’s already rushing you to meet new people. He’s been texting you nonstop when before he’d go hours without responding. It was overwhelming because you still loved him but it felt like he didn’t care. If he did he wouldn’t have constantly brushed you off like you weren’t dating.

taehyung: I love you

taehyung: pls can we talk about this

taehyung: I’ll do better

“Fine but if I don’t like it I’m not staying,” you told her as the two of you left the building to a cab. She cheered in triumph and kissed your cheek, “You’re the best. It’ll help you get over Taehyung and move on.”

“It’s been day—“ “Who cares. It’s been a while that you’ve been feeling like this so you’re ready to m—“

“Y/n?” You both stopped abruptly, just a few feet behind you was your recent ex. You released a sigh as your friend looked at you and you gave her a weak smile, “You can go ahead, I’ll see you later?” She gave you a nod, glancing back at Taehyung once more and leaving. You turned to Taehyung, surprised to see his condition changed in just a couple days. His hair was a mess, he had dark circles, and his clothes looked like it’s been worn for days. You walked up to him, “What are you doing here? You never visit me here.”

“I wanted to see you,” he said honestly, head hanging low, “And I just wanted to… baby can we please just talk? Please, I miss you so much.”

“How? How can you miss me when you’d literally go days without seeing me. This should be something you’re used to,” you told him though you let his arm come to your side, “And I’m sorry but I really don’t want to talk to you.”

“Baby,” his voice broke, holding you closer now, “Don’t say that, please. Just… just give me another chance. I promise I’ll change an—“ “Taehyung I need some space, okay? I shouldn’t have had to break up with you for you to realize what a shitty boyfriend you’ve been.”

His eyes began to water and you’ll admit you’ve never seen him get emotional like this but you had to stand your ground. You’re not just going to stay with a guy who can’t value you. Still, you obviously still care about him, that’s not just going to go away so you couldn’t help yourself. You cupped his face and pressed a kiss on the tip of his nose, his hands on your waist as you said, “I’ve gotta go.” He wanted to keep you in his arms but then a cab came and you were slipping away.

Today was the stupid double date that you didn’t want to go on but you already agreed. You were in a café sitting on some couches having coffee across from two guys. They were both attractive but this felt wrong. But if you wanted to get over Taehyung and how he was when you dated, maybe you needed a rebound.

“So, what do you do for work?” One of them asked you in an attempt to make small talk. You set your mug down, “I’m a columnist.”

“Ah, so you both do journalism?” He asked and you nodded. He seemed nice, obviously attractive and sort of gentle. Even if you might not have been too interested in the date, now that you’re here you should try and make the most of it. Your fingers ran through your hair nervously, “What do you do?”

“I’m a mechanic, I work under cars mostly oil changes or engine changes,” he said with a shrug before smirking, “So if you need some work under the hood, I’m your guy.”

“I’ll make sure to call,” you said with a flirty smile, completely unaware of the man on the phone just tables away.

“Y/n’s here with her friend. It looks like they’re on a date,” Yoongi told his heart broken friend. “What?” Taehyung’s jaw clenched as he sat at a red light, “Where? How many people?”

“Two guys, one’s looking real interested in Y/n right now. Is she moving on that fast?” Yoongi asked, “And it’s at a cafe. I’ll send you the place, are you planning on coming because I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“No, I just want to know the place,” Taehyung lied and yet Yoongi believed him and sent the address. It didn’t even take him five minutes to find the place and park across the street. He got off quickly and tried to bury his face in his phone as he found a table far enough from you that you wouldn’t feel him behind you. He hid behind a menu.

“Wow, Jimin seems to be interested in Y/n and Y/n alone,” your friend said loud enough for Taehyung to hear, “Why don’t you just ask to talk somewhere private.”

“Soomin,” you said in a warning tone but you tried to brush it off with a nervous laugh, “Ignore her. She doesn’t have a filter.”

“It’s fine,” Jimin laughed with you, “Maybe we should though, give them privacy too.”

Taehyung stood abruptly, unable to stop his feet from taking him toward you in a swift move. The guys across from you slowly came to a stop mid-conversation at the sight of him and the intimidating glare in his eyes. It made you turn and your heart dropped, “Taehyung. W-what are you doing here?”

“Came for a drink when I catch you sitting here on what looks like a date,” his eyes were solely trained on Jimin whose mug was pressed against his face in an attempt to hide. He doesn’t know who this guy is and frankly he doesn’t want to know, especially when he just met you and Taehyung’s voice was so deep that with his stare he knew he didn’t want to get involved. Your friend sighed, “Taehyung this was my id—“

“Oh, I don’t doubt,” his tone was bitter turning his glare to you, “You’ve been dying for us to break up and now you’re rushing Y/n to move on? Real classy of you, did you tell these guys that you think you might be pregnant?”

“Taehyung!” Your voice rose as she glared at you. “You told him?”

“He was in the room when you called, I didn’t know you were going to say that,” you said honestly as the guys grew more uncomfortable by the second. You released an annoyed huff moving to stand up, “I’m sorry everyone. I think it’s better if I just go.”

“Yeah, I think so too,” the guy you hadn’t been talking to said, “I think Jimin and I should go too, not really interested in taking care of anyone’s kid.”

You pushed Taehyung out the front door, “Why would you do that? Soomin has nothing to do with what’s goin o—“

“She does if she’s trying to set you up on dates not even a week after we broke up!” His tone was loud as you made it to the sidewalk, “And I can’t believe you would actually entertain another guy right now. I thought you needed space, not some guy who just wants you for sex.”

“How do you know that?” You bit back, “Because that’s pretty much all you used me for. Sex and what? A dinner once a week? A text only when you felt like it?”

“Don’t act like you were always there for me either,” Taehyung said, “You were always too busy too. Sorry I stopped trying when you did and it’s not fair that I’m the only one being blamed.”

“I’m leaving, what you just did in there…” you stopped, trying to keep your cool, “Now Soomin’s going to be mad at me.”

Once again you left him.

He made it into his dark tinted car, hands tightening around the steering wheel and as he thought about what he just saw, he couldn’t help himself. His fists banged into the steering wheel, horn going off for a moment as he released some anger. He rested his forehead on the steering wheel trying to calm down. His eyes were bloodshot red, why can’t you just give him another chance?

He wasn’t ignoring you. He didn’t just use you for sex but he knew what kind of guy he was. He knew how obsessive and unhinged he could be so obviously he distanced himself. He wanted to be in a relationship where you didn’t feel overwhelmed by him but now you just left him. He was too busy scaring off any guy who’d try and talk to you that he seemed to have neglected the love of his life. But he won’t give up.

You can’t believe he was at your door right now. You had a long day at work and now Taehyung was in front of you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Your head hurt and you just wanted to be alone. So you ignored him as you unlocked the door and you spoke, “I’m tired Taehyung, I can’t do this tonight.”

“Then let me help you relax,” he set down the flowers on the table, immediately falling to his knees, “Please if you won’t take me back yet then let me love you. You love when I get on my knees. After we’ll watch a movie and stay in or we can go out, do whatever you want. I just want to spend time with you.”

“Taehyung I’m not in the mo—“ “Tae,” you released a sigh as he began sliding up your skirt in the process. Your hands were on his shoulders keeping him at a distance even though his hands were running to the back of your thighs closer and closer to your panties. Your mouth parted in surprise as he pretended to nibble on your thighs between words, “I know you want me to. I know how pent up when you get stressed. You know I can make you forget.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes until his hair was getting too close and tickling a certain spot.

“Tae, I know you want to get back together bu—ngh,” your hands tightened around his hair as he pressed you into the wall behind you, nose brushing over your panties, “Bu—Tae!”

“I’m listening,” he muttered, mouthing at your covered clit teasingly over the fabric, “But you’re wearing my favorite panties.”

“We can’t do this, oh fuck, can you just give me a se—“ your lips released a silent moan when he yanked them down roughly. Oh god he knew all your weaknesses to get you to not be mad anymore, you couldn’t help it. You were a sexual being and Taehyung always knew how to pleasure you.

“You’re wet baby, is this for me?” His hands were on your butt, fingers digging in as he grinds his teeth, “Or is this for one of those guys you’re trying to see behind my back.”

“I’m not seeing,mm,” his hot breath was fanning your heat as he spread your legs further apart, tongue giving a quick, shy flick against your hood, “Anyone.”

“But me,” he groaned, arms wrapping around your thighs as he hoisted a leg over your shoulders, “Isn’t that right, baby?”

He was teasing you with very quick licks, and hands that fondled you so deliciously, “Because you know, nobody can make you feel as good as I do. So you can’t just leave me.”

“Then treat me better.”

“I’ll treat you the fucking best,” he gave another lick, even lower, “Even if you don’t like it. I won’t leave you.”

“Tae—“ he cut you off with another, this time tongue flattening between your folds. Fuck he knows sex makes you weak. He peppered kisses against your gardening clit, “I’ll make you feel so good, every night. Every moment of the day that I can.”

“Tell me you’ll take me back,” he looked back up at you, “Please baby, I love you so much and I can’t stand seeing you trying to get over me when I know you still love me.”

“I don’t kn—fuck!” He was going to town now, anything to get you to forget your worries and your hips met his tongue with small thrusts into his mouth, “Fuck, fine. Fine. We’ll try again—“

“God, thank you so much baby, I’ll be better, but don’t ever try to leave me again, you hear me?”

The look in his eyes scared you as his tongue stuck out to lick you again. It was intense and dark but it had you nodding your head, scared to say no. And at the conversation a smile broke out on his face, “Good baby, not let me show you what you’ve missed.”

EL FIN

I’ll probs do like two more requests.

#kpop #kim taehyung #bts #kooktrash requests #yandere taehyung #taehyung drabble #taehyung smut #taehyung

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rc-writes · 11 months

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 | 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢

pairings: benny weir x reader

warnings: one curse word i believe, not much of benny actually in it sorry

part one

a/n: well look who wrote benny hcs not at 1am for once lol (finished this before 10pm) anyways, these hcs are more of you (the reader) getting your turn to have your realization moment. which because of that benny isn’t actually in this all too much. i hope you all enjoy it anyway!!

you had called benny the day after you were let out of the hospital and asked if he wanted to hang out

he quickly said that his grandma was making him clean the whole house so he couldn’t come over

and then quickly hung up

this was very strange because 1. he didn’t go on a rant about how much he did not want to clean 2. he wasn’t even allowed to do more than dusting anymore

last time he tried to spell the house clean and somehow the bathroom was full of chickens

and to add to the strangeness you spotted benny with ethan in ethan’s backyard later in the day

you definitely weren’t spying

another weird event happened when the school week began

usually you and benny would sit next to each other in english but on monday morning he was sitting on the other side of the room

when you questioned him he was quick to say that the teacher moved him for some reason

on any other day you’d just brush it off because teacher’s like to move kids for no reason sometimes

but since benny was acting weird you decided to ask the teacher after class and it turns out benny was the one to ask to move

now you were more confused as ever

not only has benny avoided you twice, but he had lied to you twice

a couple different thoughts ran threw your head at once

maybe he’s trying to distance himself so it doesn’t hurt him as much if you were to get hurt again?

does he still feel terrible that he couldn't prevent you from getting hurt and thinks you blame him?

or worse, is he upset that you did something wrong and by getting yourself hurt someone else could also have gotten hurt?

you know that the last option would be completely out of character for benny but you couldn’t let the thought fully leave

this was when you decided to question ethan again

and once again he pretended like nothing odd was happening

even after half of an hour of nonstop questioning he would fess up

you then decided to just go ask benny himself

once you got to the weir household you were met with a “sick” benny who didn’t have time to talk because he “didn’t want you to get sick”

you might have believed him if it wasn’t for the fact that before you knocked on ethan’s bedroom door earlier you heard them both video chatting while playing a video game

and benny did not sound at all sick at the time

but you decided to just drop the matter and sulk back home

maybe this weird thing would be over in a few days?

maybe there was a completely reasonable reason as to why one best friend was ignoring you and another was covering for them?

unfortunately for you it was a week later at this point and nothing had changed

you’re wrist being almost completely healed was the only thing you seemed to change

safe to say you were upset

so here you lay on your bed watching the ceiling fan go round and round

you missed your best friend

you missed benny

the benny who would have been knocking on your door with a box full of games before you even finished saying you were bored over the phone

the benny who you had known to be an amazing friend since you met him back in middle school

hell you couldn’t even remember the last time it had been this long since you had a full conversation with him

what would you even do if you didn’t have him in your life??

it was at this moment, with this thought, was the exact moment a bomb had gone off in your head

“that can’t be true”

“what a crazy thought that was”

“pfft there’s no way that was a true thought”

“ha ha real funny”

“that doesn’t even make any sense”

“ha ha right?”

“right??”

there was no possible way you actually had feelings for your best friend, right?

but what if you did?

no that’s crazy, anyone would be upset if their best friend had suddenly stopped talking to them

but why did it feel like you missed more than just a best friend?

now as any person with more one than one good friend you had to go tell ethan about this whole mess of a situation you just got in

well after you spent a few hours spiraling

ethan being the good friend he was decided to not reveal benny’s similar secret to you

which he did get very close to just telling you, but he then remembered benny swore he’d “accidentally” say the wrong spell too close to him if he did and decided against it

cue ethan being just so done with life because now he has to deal with the both of y’all being oblivious idiots

#mbav #mbav headcanons #benny weir #benny weir headcanons #benny weir imagine #benny weir x reader #my babysitters a vampire #my babysitters a vampire imagine #my babysitters a vampire headcanons #my babysitters a vampire x reader #mbav x reader

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kckt88 · 5 months

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Take My Breath Away IX

Summary:

Vaeryna returns to Kings Landing and encounters problems within her marriage to Aemond after he is named Master of Laws.

Warning(s): Language, Anger, Running Away, Kissing, Smut - Rough P in V Sex, Oral Sex - M Receiving, Remorse, Regret.

Word Count: 4743

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

GREENS WIN - ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

Tag List - @a-beaverhausen, @ammo23, @immyowndefender, @watercolorskyy, @toodlesxcuddles

Smut scene from Dynasty has been reused.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Aegon talked nonstop for over two hours about his time at Winterfell.

He’d made friends with Rickon and some other boys, there was one girl who picked on him sometimes, but he ignored her.

Cregan would sometimes take him and Rickon out on the horses and they would play for hours in the snow, they would also train with wooden swords, and watch as much older boys would spar with the smelly bearded men that liked to stand around and complain about everything.

He also told her about learning to sew, because even though that was something girls normally did, he wanted to learn very much. There was also chance for him to learn how to hunt but he didn’t like that very much, as it made his tummy feel funny.

He told her that sometimes he would cry at night because he missed mother and father, he missed his brothers and most of all he missed her.

Aegon seemed a little unsure of Rhaegar at first, especially when he found out who his father was, but he eventually came round when Rhaegar wrapped his tiny hand around Aegon’s finger.

“I-I’m an uncle” exclaimed Aegon in awe.

“Yes, you are” replied Vaeryna softly.

“I wish we could stay together” muttered Aegon.

“So do I little one, but you need to stay safe” said Vaeryna.

“I know” mumbled Aegon sadly as he buried his face In Vaeryna’s shoulder.

“Here I had this made for you” said Vaeryna as she passed Aegon a wrapped package.

“B-But you didn’t know I was coming” squeaked Aegon in surprise.

“No, but I was going to ask Lady Jeyne to send it on my behalf” said Vaeryna as she watched Aegon tearing open the brown wrapping paper.

“I-It’s-mama” exclaimed Aegon as he pressed the material to his nose and inhaled their mother’s scent.

“I’ve been visiting Dragonstone and I managed to gather some of mothers things, I turned one of her dresses into a blanket for you and I found some of the oils she used for her hair so I thought you might like it” replied Vaeryna.

“I love it, thank you sister” whispered Aegon.

“I apologise for the stitching; I was never any good at sewing” said Vaeryna.

“It’s perfect” gasped Aegon happily.

“Princess, I think we have smelly situation over here” said Cregan crinkling his nose.

“Seriously-you hunt and skin animals, yet you cannot handle a babes soiled cloth” said Vaeryna rolling her eyes.

“I handled plenty of Rickon’s when he was a babe, but I do not recall them being this foul, what are you feeding the boy” said Cregan smirking.

Vaeryna furrowed her brow and Cregan and then shook her head, she lifted Rhaegar from his cradle and then placed him on the bed.

“Indeed, you are a stinky dragon today” cooed Vaeryna as she changed Rhaegar’s soiled cloth.

“You’re a natural mother” said Cregan.

“I learnt from my own” muttered Vaeryna.

“Now that Aegon is distracted, how are you doing?” asked Cregan.

“I’m doing fine” replied Vaeryna.

“Are you sure, because this is me your talking to, and if things are bad, I don’t care what the usurper levies against me, I will do whatever it takes to protect you and the boy” said Cregan.

“I appreciate your kindness but really, I’m fine” urged Vaeryna.

“Just know Princess, that the North will always be your ally” said Cregan sharply.

“You have my thanks Cregan truly” muttered Vaeryna.

“Good, now may I have the honour of holding your son?”

Vaeryna smiled and placed Rhaegar in Cregan’s arms. No doubt Aemond would throw a fit if he knew.

But what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Vaeryna’s time with Aegon and Cregan was short but sweet, she had thoroughly enjoyed seeing her little brother, and knowing that Cregan was taking good care of him was a great comfort. Keeping the promise, she had made to her mother was of great importance, they were the last of her living children, but they would not be the last of her legacy as Rhaegar was living proof of that.

Aegon had been a little teary on his departure from the Vale, but Vaeryna had promised that they would see each other again.

The rest of the week went by in the blink of any eye and soon it was time for her and Rhaegar to return to Kings Landing, lest she make good on her threat and never go back. But of course, Aemond would most likely come to the Vale atop Vhagar, if she did such a thing and that was not the kind of trouble Vaeryna wanted to incite.

Of course, there were other more pleasing ways to annoy her husband and after going a week without seeing him, she knew it was long overdue.

After bidding a sombre farewell to Lady Jeyne, Vaeryna mounted her Cannibal and departed for Kings Landing.

Rhaegar was once again strapped to her chest and fast asleep as she snuggled against her.

Dreamfyre had thoroughly enjoyed her time in the Vale, and Vaeryna giggled softly to herself at the memory of seeing both dragons snuggled up to one another as they slept.

Eventually Kings Landing appeared in the distance and instead of feeling apprehensive, Vaeryna felt contentment, she had really enjoyed her week in the Vale, but she had missed Aemond, even though he was a complete twat the last time she saw him.

After both dragons circled the Red Keep a couple of times, roaring loudly to announce their arrival, Cannibal and Dreamfyre landed just beyond the city walls, where Vhagar was currently sleeping.

She opened one large eye, when the two dragons landed and huffed in annoyance at being disturbed.

Vaeryna bid farewell to Cannibal and Dreamfyre and made her way back to the Red Keep, luckily it was a nice day, so Vaeryna enjoyed the walk.

Rhaegar appeared to have woke up but instead of screaming the place down, he silently observed the world around him.

Vaeryna had expected Aemond to be waiting for her as she approached the entrance to the Red Keep, but he wasn’t there, only Ser Arryk appeared.

“Welcome back Princess, I trust you enjoyed your time in the Vale?”

“I did thank you” replied Vaeryna feeling a little put out that Aemond had not come to greet her or Rhaegar.

Vaeryna didn’t speak to Ser Arryk again, as she followed the guard to her chambers, trying to ignore the growing sense of unease swirling in the pit of her stomach.

However, when she entered her chambers, she let out a surprised squeak as she was greeted by the sight of her husband, pacing the room like a caged animal.

Upon hearing her, Aemond came to an abrupt stop. His face lit up as soon as he saw her, and he wasted no time in launching himself across the room and wrapping his arms around her and Rhaegar.

“A-Aemond” giggled Vaeryna as her husband began peppering kisses all over face.

“I’ve missed you so much” exclaimed Aemond.

“I missed you too” whispered Vaeryna.

“How’s my boy?” asked Aemond as he looked down at Rhaegar who gave his father a gummy smile.

“He’s fine” replied Vaeryna as she lifted Rhaegar from the sling and placed him in his father’s arms.

“It’s only been a week and he’s changed so much” gasped Aemond.

Vaeryna watched with mild amusement as Aemond began gazing at Rhaegar, seemingly committing his small features to memory.

“How as the Vale?” asked Aemond.

“It was fine, Rhaegar seemed to enjoy it, when he wasn’t sleeping or eating of course” replied Vaeryna smiling.

“Hm” muttered Aemond.

“What did you get up to whilst we were gone?”

“The usual, training and such” muttered Aemond.

“Sulking then” laughed Vaeryna.

Aemond shook his head and then placed a now sleeping Rhaegar in his cradle.

“I feel I must apologise for my actions the day you left” mumbled Aemond.

“-Oh, really” exclaimed Vaeryna smirking.

“I should not have reacted the way I did”.

“No, you shouldn’t, but what’s done is done and I’m home now” replied Vaeryna softly.

Aemond gazed at her intently for a few moments, he almost seemed to be contemplating what to say or do next.

“Tell me you love me” muttered Aemond as he pulled Vaeryna too him.

“I love you”.

“Tell me you need me” begged Aemond as he lowered his head and pressed his face into Vaeryna’s shoulder.

“I need you”.

“Tell me you want me” whispered Aemond placing gentle kisses along the column of Vaeryna’s neck.

“I want you”.

“Hm” muttered Aemond as his fingers began untying the laces of her dress.

“I-I haven’t bathed yet” said Vaeryna shivering as the and shift slipped from her body, leaving her standing naked.

“I don’t care. I need you” muttered Aemond as he began pulling off his own clothes.

Vaeryna nodded wordlessly as Aemond kissed her, walking her backwards towards the bed.

Aemond had a ravenous appetite, he kissed, licked, and fucked her well into the hours of the night. Never fully satisfied until he’d filled her with his seed three times, and he had been so loud during their love making, that Vaeryna had to pass Rhaegar to the wet nurse.

Aemond was absolutely insatiable, even the next morning he had reached for Vaeryna and had her again.

He muttered nonsensically as he thrust his hard cock into her, begging, and pleading with her not to leave him again.

Afterwards, Aemond had wrapped his arms around Vaeryna and held her close.

At some point Vaeryna had managed to fall back to sleep, she eventually awoke some hours later to find Aemond sitting at the table, eating his dinner with one arm, and holding Rhaegar with the other.

“You should have woke me” muttered Vaeryna as she kissed Aemond on the cheek.

“I didn’t want to disturb you” replied Aemond.

“I’m surprised Ser Criston hasn’t come banging on the door, as I assume you’ve missed your morning training session”.

“Missing one training session won’t hurt, besides I had other things to occupy my time”.

“Glad to hear it” muttered Vaeryna as she reached for the cup that Aemond slid towards her.

“I requested moontea for you” said Aemond.

“Oh” exclaimed Vaeryna surprised.

“As much as I enjoy the idea of my seed taking root and seeing you grow round with my child again, I think it’s best we wait until Rhaegar is a little older before we grant him a sibling” replied Aemond.

“I agree” said Vaeryna grimacing as she downed the moontea.

Vaeryna had hoped that now she was back from the Vale, she could spend time with Aemond, and things would return to normal.

But as it turned out that wasn’t the case, as the Master of Laws Aemond had been swamped by continuous council meetings and having to fly across the realm to assuage the concerns of Lords who were still dealing with the fallout from the war.

For months there were days Vaeryna didn’t even see Aemond at all. Of course, she had Rhaegar to keep her occupied and even Jaehaera, but she still missed the presence of her husband, it was almost like he didn’t have time for her or Rhaegar anymore, and Vaeryna did not like being ignored.

Aemond had been so desperate when she had returned from the Vale, but here he was putting his duty to the King and the realm above his duty as a husband and his duty as a father.

Vaeryna even tried to talk to him about it, maybe even distract him but he let his anger get the best of him and he lashed out at her, calling her a desperate whore, so she thought she’d play him at his own game. He wanted to act like she didn’t exist, well that was exactly what she was going to do.

Vaeryna waited until she knew Aemond was in one of his usual council meetings, and she strapped Rhaegar to her chest and simply left the Red Keep on the back of her Cannibal with Dreamfyre following close behind.

Not too far of course, just to Dragonstone. But she wanted to see how long it would take for Aemond to realise that both his wife and son had gone.

Aemond hated this, ever since his brother had named him Master of Laws, he’d been bombarded by problems.

Problems which often kept him away from Vaeryna and Rhaegar, sometimes for days at a time as he had to fly about the realm and attend to moaning old cunts who couldn’t sort out their own problems.

In the beginning Vaeryna would reach for him during the night, but as time wore on, she stopped seeking out his warmth.

There were times when he would attempt to spend time with her, but he would often be called away and the crestfallen look on his wife’s face would break his heart every time.

He also missed important moments with Rhaegar, and it made him angry.

Vaeryna had tried to talk to him about what was going on and his rage and frustration had simply reached breaking point and he ended up lashing out at her.

She had tried to provide him with comfort and distraction, but he pushed her away and called her a desperate whore.

Of course, he regretted it immediately, but the damage had been done and Vaeryna furiously wiped the tears away from her cheeks and returned to their chambers without a word.

He needed a break from his duties for a few days, if only to make things right with Vaeryna, but when he entered his chambers, she wasn’t there.

Odd, his wife was usually in bed at this time.

Aemond went across the hall to the nursery, as sometimes Vaeryna would be there watching over Rhaegar as he slept, he was almost eight moons old now and he no longer slept in their chambers.

But the nursery was empty.

Where was she?

Aemond loitered around his chamber door for a moment before he went to find Ser Arryk.

The guard who was assigned to his wife was currently standing outside his mother’s chambers.

“Is my wife in there?” asked Aemond.

“No, My Prince, she dismissed me earlier and I haven’t seen her since” replied Ser Arryk.

“-And you didn’t think to tell me?” raged Aemond.

“Is she not in your chambers?” asked Ser Arryk.

“No, she isn’t, and Rhaegar isn’t in the nursery either” exclaimed Aemond.

“My Prince I-“

“-I want the entirety of the Red Keep searched now. I want my wife and son found” ordered Aemond.

“Yes, My Prince” said Ser Arryk as he rushed off.

Soon there were guards and servants searching the Red Keep for Vaeryna and Rhaegar.

Aegon and Alicent were in a flurry of panic, as Rhaegar was heir to the Iron Throne, and he was missing.

Aemond was pacing his mother’s chambers like a deranged animal and Jaehaera seemed indifferent to the whole situation.

The entirety of the Red Keep had been searched and still there was no sign of Vaeryna or Rhaegar.

So, Aegon rounded up his Kings Guard and under Ser Criston’s command they began to search the streets of Kings Landing.

Aemond donned his cloak and spent hours combing the streets, praying for any sight or sign of his wife and son, but again their search proved fruitless.

Aemond grew desperate and even held up several street beggars by a knife to the throat, before someone eventually came forward and claimed to have seen the Cannibal fly over Kings Landing some hours ago.

Why had no one thought to check the dragons, Aemond was furious with himself for not thinking of it before.

Sure, enough when he arrived at the spot where Cannibal liked to rest, the dragon wasn’t there, and neither was Dreamfyre.

“So, she just takes off from Kings Landing without a word” raged Aegon.

“I swear if anything has happened to either of them, I will rip the world apart until I find the ones responsible” snarled Aemond.

“Lets just try to calm down, she’s obviously left for a reason” said Alicent.

“It’s my fault” admitted Aemond.

“What?” asked Aegon.

“I haven’t been spending much time with her or Rhaegar lately, and I guess she felt like I’d been neglecting her-“

“-So, she just what-takes off with your son and my heir?” snapped Aegon.

“We had a big argument and I upset her-“ said Aemond solemnly.

“No excuse to just up and leave-“ exclaimed Aegon angrily.

“-Your Grace”

“WHAT” snarled Aegon.

“A local fisherman has claimed that he saw the Cannibal flying over Blackwater Bay”.

“Blackwater Bay, why would she-“ said Aegon.

“-Dragonstone” mused Aemond.

“Aemond” urged Alicent.

“I will take Vhagar and see if she’s there” replied Aemond, not waiting for an answer as he rushed out of his mother’s chambers and headed straight for his dragon.

In the hours it took him to fly to Dragonstone, Aemond’s mind was awash with worry.

This was his fault; he was too involved in his duties to even notice that his wife had absconded from the Red Keep with their son. He shouldn’t have lashed out at her; he shouldn’t have neglected her or their son.

The word failure kept resonating round his mind as Vhagar glided effortlessly through the sky.

It was well into the morning before Dragonstone appeared on the horizon and Aemond’s heart skipped a beat.

‘Please be here. Please, please’ begged Aemond internally as he had Vhagar circle the island.

It was on the second pass that he spotted the Cannibal and Dreamfyre. Aemond let out a sigh of relief and directed Vhagar to land.

After he had dismounted his dragon, he was met with a ferocious growl from Cannibal who promptly turned his back on Aemond.

Normally the dragon was quite pleasant towards him, but not today and Aemond knew he deserved it.

Even Vhagar who normally would have protected him against such a display seemed unbothered.

“Charming” muttered Aemond as he adjusted his weapons and headed towards the castle.

Since the war had ended, Dragonstone had mostly been left unoccupied, except of course for a group of people that consisted of a Maester, a couple of maids, a cook and a few guards that would swop with some of the guards in Kings Landing every so often. Not enough to provide adequate protection, but it was mostly to oversee the upkeep of the castle, as it was a symbol of Targaryen ancestry and needed to be looked after.

The guards directed Aemond to the throne room, and when the double doors opened, he was greeted by the sight of his wife sitting upon the ornate carved throne.

“Husband” said Vaeryna formally.

“Wife” replied Aemond politely as he folded his arms behind his back.

“I do hope that you weren’t too distressed upon the discovery of my absence”.

“Vaeryna. Please” said Aemond.

“So now you call me by my name, and here I thought I was nothing but a desperate whore”.

“I should not have called you that” muttered Aemond as he walked towards Vaeryna.

“No, you shouldn’t” snapped Vaeryna as she rose from the throne and slowly descended down the steps.

“But you should not have left the Red Keep without word”.

“Surprised you even noticed” muttered Vaeryna as she turned away from Aemond and began walking down one of the adjacent corridors.

Aemond followed Vaeryna in silence, despite it’s provenance he did not know this castle.

Vaeryna pushed open a large ornate wooden door and soon Aemond was standing next to a huge carved map of Westeros.

“The painted table” said Vaeryna as she ran her fingers over the stone map.

“I’ve read about this” said Aemond.

“Aegon the conqueror planned his invasion of Westeros at very this table” replied Vaeryna.

“Your mother also made her plans at this table” said Aemond.

“Yes, she did, she used to sit right there” replied Vaeryna as she pointed to the elevated singular chair positioned to the side of the table.

“Where is Rhaegar?” asked Aemond.

“With Maester Gerardys” said Vaeryna.

“We need to return to Kings Landing”.

“No, we do not. This castle is the seat of the heir, it belongs to Rhaegar, but as he is not yet of age, I’m within my rights to claim it” said Vaeryna.

“So, what? Your just going to stay here with Rhaegar”.

“It would suit you wouldn’t it, your desperate whore of a wife out of sight, leaving you free for your duty as Master of Laws” quipped Vaeryna.

“Vaeryna. Stop” said Aemond his lip curling.

“No, I won’t stop. For months now you’ve been treating me as if I don’t exist, even your own son hasn’t been enough for you to bother” snapped Vaeryna.

“I have a duty to the King and the realm-“ answered Aemond.

“What about your duty to me? To our son?”

“I’ll admit that I’ve been distracted recently but-“

“-No Aemond. I do not care for your excuses. Go back to Kings Landing” snarled Vaeryna as she walked out of the room.

Aemond took a deep shuddering breath and followed his wife, until she stopped so abruptly that he almost crashed into her.

“I’m-sorry for the last few months, I did not mean to leave-“

“-Your apologise mean shit to me, because as soon as the King whistles, his loyal dog will come” said Vaeryna as she opened the wooden door and stepped inside the dimly lit room.

“Do not speak to me in that way” snapped Aemond.

“I shall speak to you anyway I please. I am not someone you can simply command, and I’m certainly not afraid of you”.

“Oh really” challenged Aemond, drawing himself to his full height.

“Yes-really, now do yourself a favour, and fuck off back to your King” said Vaeryna.

“No” replied Aemond sternly.

“Fine. I will take Rhaegar and leave Dragonstone. Leave you and your fucking King”.

“YOUR NOT FUCKING GOING ANYWHERE” snarled Aemond viciously.

“Going to stop me, are you? How exactly are you going to do that when you barely pay me any attention. I bet you wouldn’t even notice that I’d gone” balled Vaeryna.

“You will not leave me. You will not take my son” ordered Aemond his lip curling.

"I will fly my Cannibal across the narrow sea and you will never see either of us again" threatened Vaeryna as she stood against Aemond, her body pressed against his.

"NO, YOU WON'T!"

“What are you going to do about it” snapped Vaeryna.

“YOU WILL NOT LEAVE ME”

“I shall and you will never-“ stuttered Vaeryna as Aemond suddenly lunged forward and pressed his lips to hers.

Vaeryna ripped herself away from Aemond. Staring at him as she put a hand to her mouth.

The resentment swirling in the pit of her stomach was now morphing into something else. The dormant fire of their relationship was roaring to life once more. Coursing through her body.

One kiss, that was all it took. She needed more. She needed him.

Suddenly Vaeryna wrapped her arms around Aemond's neck and drew him in back in.

Their kiss was rough and vicious. Consisting of teeth and tongue.

It had been so long since they’d shared any form of intimacy.

Aemond backed Vaeryna towards the bed, his hands tearing off her dress until it was a ragged mess on the floor.

It was an eruption of frustration and passion. Hands everywhere, grabbing, scratching, and pulling at one another.

Aemond took a brief minute to yank off his leather tunic and shirt before he shoved Vaeryna on the bed, her back colliding with the mattress with a soft thump.

His body covered hers as he sucked and licked the delicate skin of her neck, leaving red marks in his wake.

Vaeryna moved her head to the side and moaned loudly as she felt Aemond’s teeth nipping at her skin.

Aemond pulled away to unfasten his breeches and push them down, freeing his hard cock.

Vaeryna lay back on the bed, her heart thumping wildly in her chest.

Aemond runs his hand up and down the length of himself, eyeing his wife with an animalistic hunger, a smirk on his lips as she parts her legs for him.

As he guides himself to her entrance, she barely has a moment to adjust before he is pressing his cock forcefully inside and stretching her brutally, causing her to cry out.

“FUCKING TAKE IT!” spits Aemond, wrapping a hand around her throat while the other digs into her hip, pulling her aggressively against him to meet each one of his hard thrusts.

Vaeryna can’t think of anything but the intense pounding thrusts that greet her, causing her to wail and moan, causing tears form in her eyes, before running down her cheeks.

Aemond sets a brutal pace, his hips crashing into hers.

“YES! YES! AEMOND!” screams Vaeryna.

“FUCK!” shouts Aemond as he feels her cunny clenching around his cock.

As Aemond’s hips begins to falter in their movements, Aemond snakes a hand between their joined bodies, his long fingers expertly circling her pearl, causing heat to bloom across her stomach.

He presses down more firmly, making faster movements against her bud making her shudder, as a sudden warmth crashes over her in waves making her cry out, her cunny tightening around him.

“AEMOND!!” screams Vaeryna as her hands claw at his back.

“Fuck!! baby, that’s it come all over my cock!” growls Aemond as he moves to grab the headboard, bracing himself as he continues to pound his hips against hers.

“A-Aemond” gasped Vaeryna.

With a loud animalistic groan, Aemond stills, leaning over his wife, his cock pulsating as he spills his seed deep inside her.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” asked Aemond quietly as he observed the reddened marks that littered his wife’s pale skin.

“No” whispered Vaeryna, the tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Y-Your crying” muttered Aemond.

“I-I’m not crying because I’m hurt. I-I’m sorry for what I said” whispered Vaeryna as she pressed her face into Aemond’s side.

“Vaeryna” exclaimed Aemond, wrapping his arms around his wife’s shaking form.

“I would never leave you and take Rhaegar. I just feel like I’m losing you. Ever since Aegon named you Master of Laws everything has gone wrong” sniffed Vaeryna.

“I know” murmured Aemond pressing his lips to Vaeryna’s head.

“When I came to Kings Landing, I never thought I would love you so much, but I do, and it hurts when we can’t be together” said Vaeryna sadly.

“It hurts me too, but what hurt more was you just disappearing with Rhaegar, I had no idea where you were or if you were ok-“

“-That was the point” muttered Vaeryna as she once again pressed her face against Aemond.

“My love we need to sort this out, I cannot have you running off every time we fall out”.

“I shall stay here with Rhaegar and then we won’t be a bother too you” replied Vaeryna her voice muffled as she pressed even closer.

“Vaeryna we must talk” said Aemond trying to shift away but his wife refused to let go.

“No” squeaked Vaeryna as she ducked beneath the covers of the bed.

“Yes, we need to work this out. With most of the Lords appeased and satisfied with new taxes and supply chains, I will not need to travel as much and my presence in the council meetings will not take as long” said Aemond.

“Are you sure about that?” asked Vaeryna, her soft fingers running along Aemond’s muscled thigh.

“Y-Yes-gods Vaeryna what are you-oh” gasped Aemond as he felt his wife’s tongue gentle lick the tip of his cock.

“I can always stop?”

“N-No keep going” exclaimed Aemond as his wife’s hot wet mouth engulfed his half hard cock.

“I’m not so sure you realise how serious this is”.

“Yes-I understand fully, please Vaeryna do not tease me” moaned Aemond.

“I don’t know, you don’t seem very convincing”.

“I promise, I will not let my duty overrule my family again, just please-oh fuck” huffed Aemond as Vaeryna took his cock into her mouth once again. Vaeryna smirked deviously as she continued to tease her husband, she was determined to make him beg and plead for her mercy and only when he was on the brink would she finally grant it.

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A Safe Place (part 1) [Day 28]

Cliff shows up at Elliot's doorstep in the middle of the night soaked to the bone. A Cliff/Elliot sickfic heavy on the angst, also ft. Theo. For @monthofsick Day 28: Chaotic body temperature. I know, not me joining in on a writing challenge right at the end but it fit so well. 3,065 words, original work, TWs for homophobia, emeto (neither strong warnings, but the sick will get much sicker in p2).

It had been a long summer. Cliff had spent it working at Theo's law firm again, except this time he wasn't an unpaid intern but a legal secretary. It was a temporary job that they had offered him when his summer break had aligned perfectly with one of the secretary's maternity leaves and Cliff had jumped at the chance to work in such a great environment again. He was happy to see many familiar faces from last year, and to his surprise they were happy to see him too. Although he was mainly working with one of the other partners this time - not Theo - he saw the lawyer nearly every day and was relieved to learn both Theo and his partner, Al, were in good health. Al had gotten a double lung transplant that last Fall, Theo told Cliff. He and his new lungs were doing great.

"What about you?" Theo asked Cliff eagerly. "How did your first year at NYU go?"

Cliff smiled, automatically thinking of Elliot. "It was great," he said. "My classes were interesting but not too hard."

"You look happier," Theo said, surprising Cliff with how true the observation was. "Did something cause that?"

"Yeah," Cliff said thoughtfully. "Someone did."

Being apart from Elliot that summer was difficult. He missed hugging and kissing Elliot every single day. He wanted to talk to him on the phone for hours and hours just to hear his voice and fall asleep with his fingers in Elliot’s curls. But when he was living at home, Cliff knew he had to be the perfect, straight laced child he'd been raised as. In other words, he couldn't be himself. He wore business attire to work every day, but the soft sweaters and cute hair clips he'd amassed over the past year stayed packed away in his college stuff for next semester. He didn't think his parents would appreciate those particular fashion choices he'd been making.

It's not like his parents made it hard to hide things. They hardly ever asked questions, and if they did it was about grades or tuition. Cliff knew he was incredibly lucky that his parents paid his entire tuition, room and board as if it were a given. Elliot's parents weren't able to help much financially, meaning his boyfriend had to take out loans and work part time while in school. This summer he was working nonstop in his dad's auto mechanic shop, saving up money. Often when Cliff video called Elliot these days he was covered in sweat, streaks of black motor oil on his face. It seemed wrong to complain about his parents when it was thanks to them that he was only working this summer because he wanted to, not because he had to. And yet, silently, Cliff thought maybe he'd be happier if he was in Elliot's shoes - without much money but with a place he could really call home. It was a selfish, privileged thought and Cliff refused to voice it, but it creeped in each time he heard Elliot's mom call in the background, "Boys, wash up, it's time for dinner!"

Working was a blessing to Cliff, because if he'd been at home he would've been in that big, lonely house all by himself most of the summer. Being at the law firm was not only a distraction, but comfortable. Despite wearing a suit, Cliff actually felt less tense there than at his parents' house. He stayed long hours, longer than he needed to, because he preferred the sound of printers and fax machines over his parents screaming at each other downstairs. When he was in high school it seemed easier to ignore. Maybe it was because he'd had a break for so many months that returning to it seemed worse than before. Or maybe it was because Elliot never screamed at him like that, and Cliff had started to realize that this wasn't how things had to be.

Around the beginning of August, Cliff caught a cold that didn't seem to go away. At first it was just the sniffles, and then it was a cough that grew progressively deeper with each week that passed. The other employees started asking him if he was alright, and embarrassingly Theo caught him staring blankly at the water fountain one day for far too long. Cliff was so out of it that he didn't even notice Theo calling his name until the older man waved his hand in Cliff's face.

"Oh," Cliff said, rubbing his eyes to try and make his blurry vision clear up. "Sorry, I was just... Daydreaming."

"You look pale," Theo said, and before Cliff could step back Theo had placed a hand on Cliff's forehead while ignoring Cliff's protest that he was fine. "Hmm, you feel a little feverish. Why don't you go home, kid?"

"I'm really fine," Cliff said, wildly embarrassed. "It's just a cold."

Theo looked him up and down, clearly assessing how pushy he should be. "At least go take a nap on the couch in my office, you look exhausted."

Usually, Cliff would say no immediately. He wouldn't even consider showing weakness at the place he was supposed to be making a vitally good impression at for his career. But he felt weak and a little dizzy and found himself saying in a small voice, "...If you're sure."

Theo was sure. He brought Cliff to his office and shut the blinds so there wasn't much light coming through the many glass windows. He even tossed a blanket to the eighteen-year-old. "I sleep here all the time," he reassured Cliff. "You can't work if you're too tired to think. Don't worry about it."

Cliff felt guilty for taking over Theo's office, but Theo headed out for a two hour meeting and Cliff was left alone on the couch. He had half a mind to leave and get back to work at his desk now that there was no one stopping him, but just sitting there made him realize how fatigued his whole body felt. A little nap wouldn't hurt, he reasoned. A really short one. He lay down and fell asleep so quickly that he didn't even remember closing his eyes.

He woke up to Theo gently rubbing his shoulder. Cliff was confused, then his eyes widened in embarrassment and he sat up. Shit, had it been two hours already? Wait, that clock didn't say 5pm did it? - surely he hadn't slept for four hours?!

"Woah, it's okay Cliff," Theo said quickly, "You seemed really tired so I let you sleep. You should go home now, everybody's leaving for the day."

"I'm so sorry," Cliff gushed, face bright red. "I didn't mean to sleep so long. You don't have to pay me for today - please don't, actually."

"Settle down, it's really fine," Theo said in a calm voice that made Cliff remember to take a deep breath like Elliot had taught him to calm down. "We all have off days. You don't feel so warm now, so that's good. Stay home tomorrow though."

"That's totally not necessary," Cliff said, his confident tone supplemented by a very unconvincing round of dry coughs. He waved off the tissues Elliot tried to hand him. "Really, I'm fine. I've just been having some asthma since I got sick last winter, but my boy-" Cliff stopped himself, realizing he was about to out himself. "My, um, my roommate got me an inhaler so I just have to use it that's all."

"Your boyfriend," Elliot supplied gently. "It's okay to say it, Cliff. You know I have Al."

Cliff wanted to deny the comment outright. He wanted to laugh and say Elliot really was just a friend. But Theo had such an earnest expression, and he was the only successful adult man Cliff knew of who was gay. "I know, but, it's really not, not for me," Cliff found himself saying, voice wavering. "I-I have to go. Sorry I slept in your office so long," he said as he hurried out, ignoring Theo's all too kind voice calling after him. Cliff knew in a certain world that it was okay, but it wasn't his world. Not the world where he still relied on his parents.

Despite saying he'd be back the next day, Cliff did stay home that Friday. His fever was worse and he had chills that left him huddled under the covers. His mom didn't notice he didn't leave the house and he didn't tell her. She didn't need to know, just like she didn't need to know about Elliot. She had never supported Cliff in anything at all, so why... Why did Cliff feel such a strong urge to tell her?

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On the last day of Cliff's work at the law firm, Theo told Cliff if he ever needed a reference, he'd get a glowing one from him. And if he ever needed to talk about anything, anything at all, Cliff could call him too. Cliff knew what he was getting at, and he didn't want to face it. But Theo was such a calm person that it was disarming, and Cliff asked without meaning to, "Is it worth it?"

Theo nodded. He knew what Cliff meant without specification. "Yes, it's worth it," Theo said. "Even if there's nay-sayers and you lose people, you gain much more. It's always worth it to be exactly who you are, Cliff."

Cliff went back to his parents house with those words echoing in his brain. Theo, a successful and respected lawyer, said it was worth it. He had a career and a person who loved him by his side. Was that something Cliff could have, too? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be honest, just once?

"Mom," Cliff said over dinner, pushing his phone over to her with a picture of him and Elliot together on the screen. "I want to tell you something. This is my-"

"Don't do this to me Cliff," his mother interrupted before he could finish. "You've already caused enough trouble. He's not - just because you have a thing with another guy doesn't mean anything."

"It's not a thing mom. I love him," Cliff found himself saying angrily. And oh, why did he say that? The first time he finally said he loved Elliot and it was directed at his mom in spite. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

"Cliff, you don't love him. You're too old to be playing this game. Now I'll forget we had this conversation. And don't tell your father."

Cliff saw red. He'd never been so angry in his life. He snatched his phone back and grabbed his wallet on the shelf by the door and went outside. She didn't follow him.

It was pouring rain. Cliff shivered, wishing he'd had the forethought to grab a coat too, but he wasn't going to ruin his dramatic exit by going back inside. Of course his mother hadn't approved. Cliff hadn't expected her to. But he'd expected her to get angry - not to dismiss him all together like he was just a kid with a big imagination. Cliff knew then that she would never really think of him as his own person, and he couldn't do anything to change that. It broke his heart.

Cliff walked for a very long time. He didn't quite know where he was going, only that he wanted to get as far away from that house as possible. He found himself at a park by the water where he beat up a couple of tree trunks that definitely won based on his bleeding knuckles afterwards. The rain didn't let up, and Cliff found himself getting progressively colder. His cough from earlier that month had never gone away and his breath began to catch on what felt like a dry patch in his throat. Cliff realized then that he'd left his inhaler at the house, too. The coughing grew more desperate until he pitched forward and vomited onto the grass he was standing on. He groaned and leaned against the nearest tree he could find, the contents of his stomach mixing with rushing rain water and swept away quickly. He continued to gag for several minutes until the coughing abated ever so slightly. He felt weak and pathetic. And also very, very alone.

He needed to get somewhere dry. Somewhere warm and safe. Cliff only had one place like that in mind. He boarded train after train, shivering in the corner like a wet dog as he made his way all the way to Long Island. He knew Elliot's address because he'd been sending Elliot mail all summer, little love notes and presents that made Cliff think of him. He never included a return address though, because he hadn't wanted his parents to see. Thankfully his phone had enough battery to direct him to Elliot's doorstep despite the wet four hour commute, and he found himself at the front door of a modest suburban home at 3:30 in the morning.

The journey had felt like a daze. Cliff had never done something so erratic, so unplanned. He raised his hand to knock before remembering what time it was, and Elliot had parents and sister who probably wouldn't appreciate him knocking. He called Elliot instead, his phone barely hanging on at 5%. He thought to himself that it seemed unlikely that Elliot would answer at this time of night. But after several rings, by which time Cliff had resigned himself to waiting for dawn under a tree, a very sleepy voice picked up.

"Cliff?"

"Elliot? Sorry to bother you," Cliff said, as if this entire situation weren't incredibly bizarre. "But I'm at your door."

There was a long pause, presumably while Elliot tried to figure out exactly what Cliff meant by 'at your door'. "Like right now? Now?"

"Yeah," Cliff said. "Do you think I could sleep over?"

"I'm coming down," Elliot said, and there was the rustling of sheets and then the thump of footsteps as Elliot ran downstairs. The front door opened and Elliot hung up. Cliff looked at him and thought he was the most beautiful person in the entire world. "Holy crap, you're really here," Elliot breathed. "God Cliff, what happened? No, come in first, you're soaked..."

Elliot pulled Cliff inside and helped Cliff take off his soaked trainers. There were traces of vomit on the front of his shirt and his fingers were still bloody. Elliot brought him to the bathroom, motioning for Cliff to stay quiet with one finger to his lips. He grabbed a towel from under the sink and wrapped it around the shorter boy, who was shivering violently from the marked change in temperature. In the bright light of the kitchen, suddenly his journey seemed a lot less valiant and a lot more stupid. "Sit," Elliot said, sitting Cliff on the toilet. "You're freezing... Can you take your temperature?”

Elliot handed Cliff a thermometer, which Cliff obediently used. After a few seconds it beeped and read ‘96.9.’ Elliot frowned. “Hot shower, okay?" Despite being woken up in the middle of the night, Elliot seemed fully alert. Cliff nodded and peeled off his wet and dirty clothes. He coughed roughly as he did so, a slight wheeze audible on the end of the exhale. Elliot patted his back with a concerned expression. "Do you have your inhaler?" Cliff shook his head no. Elliot grimaced and ran the hot water for Cliff. "You warm up. I'm gonna find you some clothes and I think there's an old inhaler somewhere in the medicine cabinet..."

Elliot moved to leave, but Cliff grabbed his arm before he could go. "Don't wake your family up," Cliff said hoarsely. "I'm okay."

Elliot looked at Cliff in concern and sighed. "Cliff, you just showed up soaking wet in the middle of the night. You live all the way in Newark. I'm gonna be a little concerned. But right now you need to warm up. We can talk later."

"Okay," Cliff said. He took the hottest shower of his life then, and it felt glorious. After a few minutes he started to feel dizzy though and sat on the floor of the tub. Elliot came back and peeked around the curtain, frowning when he saw Cliff sitting there.

"Are you awake?" Elliot asked worriedly.

"Hmm," Cliff hummed in confirmation. "Just feels nice, and I got sleepy."

"Finish up in there," Elliot said. "I've got sweats and a hot water bottle and bed waiting for you."

Cliff obediently finished showering and sat on the edge of the tub as Elliot dried him off thoroughly with two big, fluffy towels. Cliff closed his eyes and remembered how many times he'd imagined being together again over the summer. "I missed you so much," Cliff said, resting his face on Elliot's abdomen.

Elliot stilled and crouched in front of Cliff. "I missed you too," he said softly. "Now arms up." Elliot helped Cliff get into the warmest sweats that he owned and then led Cliff upstairs to his bedroom. The house was quiet, and Cliff hoped that meant he hadn't disturbed anyone else's sleep. He glanced around curiously at Elliot's childhood bedroom, which was decorated in a way that seemed so very Elliot. He smiled at the teddy bear sitting on the dresser that Cliff had bought Elliot at the baseball game they'd been to. It brought back good memories, nothing like the ones that had been swirling around in Cliff's head for the past several rainy hours.

"Bed," Elliot whispered, tucking Cliff under the duvet and several extra blankets. Cliff was still shivering, but less so now. His temperature had blown from low numbers to high and he gazed at Elliot with glassy, feverish eyes. Elliot handed Cliff a very expired albuterol inhaler, which Cliff took a few puffs of. Despite the date stamped on the canister, it still eased the tightness in Cliff's chest a little. Elliot then climbed in next to him and wrapped his arms around Cliff. The feeling and smell of being enveloped by Elliot after all this time brought Cliff to tears and he hid his face.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I know I should have called.”

"It’s okay,” Elliot said. “Sleep, Cliff. We can talk tomorrow.” Knowing he was finally in the only place he truly felt safe, Cliff slept.

[Cont. part 2]

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juvenillia · 7 months

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~ Death of Peace of Mind ~ 13: call

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader

photo credits go to very talented @ave661

a/n: you can't believe how much fun I have to write König (expect more for him in the future) After I created a whole past story line for Skadi I really think about writing like a 'prequelle' when we're finished the series, what do you think?

CW/TW: mentions of guilt, injuries, jealousy, hurt, comfort, fluff, trauma, unrequited love, smoking, healing,

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Another week passed and a soothing mood hung over the 141. At least over the three men spending their time at one of KorTac's bases. Price declared the waiting of your convalescence as an official break. Him and Laswell had enough to sort out anyways, he wanted his team to be rested for the things that lay ahead for them. Johnny could convince Simon to at least hit the gym with them regularly now. Spending a few hours away from the sterile hospital room. Even if they we're on a break, it didn’t mean they had to go slack around. So, every morning they would pay the gym a visit, pushing their limits, before heading to breakfast and after a quick shower accompanying you. Today shouldn't be any different but it was. As soon as they walked through the door to your room, the heart from Simon stopped for a moment.

Your bed was empty. "That's weird.", Kyle said while taking his usual seat. " 's all ya gonna say?", Simon snarled while moving closer to the bed. He couldn't suppress the fear that something happened to you. Especially when he wasn’t here, when he could have prevented it. He immediately started to observe the whole room. The bed wasn't stained with blood, so at least your wounds were still closed. As his gaze wandered to your bedside table, he saw that the wooden box was gone as well.

Their heads snapped into the direction of the door as the nurse walked through it. A silvern plate with bandages and cotton on it. She looked confused at the men. "Where is she?", she said while placing the plate on the bedside table. "Yer dinnea ken?!" Johnny looked at her shocked. The women exhaled deeply. "Jesus Christ." - "How can you not know where your patient is?" Simon snapped, a small panic forming in his chest. That's when the door opened another time, and you walked through it. Still weak knees but you stood there. He couldn’t handle all the feelings boiling up in his chest as he saw you back on your feet.

"What the hell, Sergeant, what do you think you were doing?!", the nurse snapped at you. Your arms immediately flew in the air in defense, a water bottle in one hand and the common blue box in the other. The sleeves of the way too huge jacket slid down your arms. "Having a smoke.", your voice was soft, and calm. Still, you didn't dare to move. "Why did you leave the bed?!", she walked closer to you. "Ma’am, you'd kill me if I'd smoke in bed.", you smiled at her, still a bit weak but the cocky tone in your voice was undeniable. "You're unbelievable.", she sighed. You put your arms down and smiled at the boys. "Sorry." Kyle and Johnny couldn’t suppress a wholehearted and relieved laugh at the scenery in front of them and even Simon smiled behind his mask. Every ounce of stress left his body.

"Ya still need rest, Skadi. Were ya even allowed to leave the infirmary? Especially smoking?", Simon scolded you after climbing back in the bed again and you sighed. "How long are yer even awake? Dinnea think yer would run around already." - "Greetings from Captain Price. Why do you even have friends in KorTac?" The boys kept talking nonstop and you could only lean back and enjoy it. You missed them, this chaos, during the long dark silence. You were happy to be back with them. Even when you're still felt like shit, you were relaxed. To feel this familiar warmth again. You didn't dare to label it, because you were too scared that someone could take it away from you, but deep down you already knew.

It took you two more days till the nurse, you found out her name was Helen, let you leave the infirmary for small walks and even let you have lunch with your team in the canteen together. You still had to fight the immense pain and weakness, but it got better every day. The boys made sure that you didn't need to carry everything. You weren't even allowed lifting the plate with food on your own. One of them always staying close to you, like a lost puppy trailing behind and most of the time it was the huge scary dog, Simon Riley. "Guys, please, I'm not fine China. I won't break. What will you do when we're back on the field?", you exhaled while sitting down a slight smile on your lips. They couldn't prevent you from getting hurt again, but they would try, and Simon was overly eager to do so. It was his personal mission to protect you. He would never risk to lose you again.

He enjoyed being with you again. Especially the evening smokes was something he didn't realized he missed that much. They grew to become one if his most cheered routine during the last months. That's how you found each other on a terrace, next to each other in the comforting silence again. Nobody dared to break it, but you had to. You could only guess the internal fight he had. "Simon...", he completely tensed as you approached him with his name, and at the same time he felt his knees go weak. You didn't call him often by his first name, it was rather rare, but he hoped it would become more of a daily basis thing. Especially in those calms before a storm. "I don't remember much... but Johnny told me what happened.", you paused while exhaling a cloud of smoke. He was already finished with his fag. Mask perfectly back in place. You faced him with a look of endearment. "Thanks for dragging me out of there...and for everything else.", your eyes met his and he only nodded. You did want to tell him, that he shouldn't feel guilty, that it wasn't his fault, but you knew it was pointless. Million times you heard those words; empty phrases and they did nothing to ease the pain and feeling of regret in your chest. So, everything you could do, was to thank him in pure honesty, with a genuine smile.

Just as he wanted to say something, to extend his hand forward to you, he was interrupted, and an inaudible sigh left his throat. Maybe it was for the best, the way his heart raced in his chest made him feel uneasy after all. "We brought some bread, the younglings recommended it!", Kyle yelled while approaching both of you with Johnny at his side. It would be a lie to say that Simon didn't cherish those moments. All of you together, sharing some bidhs as Johnny called it, talking about everything under the sun. Hearing all of them laugh, relaxed. In those moments he forgot about the darkness this world had given him and even dared to think that he might deserve some happiness. That he might could bring himself to relax and enjoy. But his peace shouldn't be of duration. Heavy footsteps could be heard over the wooden floor.

Johnny's face slightly fell as he noticed the tall figure approaching you. "Du bist wohlauf!" [You're well], the low but all sweet voice of König reached your ear, and you turned around. A smile appeared on your face while standing up. Without a warning he threw his arms around you and pulled you in a tight bear hug. Bending down to press his face in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent through his mask. "Du hast mir so gefehlt." [I've missed you so much.] , he mumbled amongst your skin.

This hug was different to what Ghost had witnessed before. It was nothing compared to the quick and friendly embrace you shared with Price, or even that one time Johnny hugged you. It felt wrong to watch for him, still he couldn't avert his eyes. "I've missed ya too.", you said calm while parting a bit from him, still he kept his hands on your waist, not letting you pull away too far. "Still smoking Memphis?", he chuckled at you, and you nodded with a smile, your eyes trailing to the box on the floor before looking back up at him. "They’re kinda stuck with me." He didn't avert his eyes from yours.

His huge hands slightly squeezing your waist. You closed your eyes in response, pain piercing through your limbs, "I swear to God, if you keep squeezing my waist, I'm gonna punch you in the balls.", you hissed, and König immediately moved his hands from your waist to your shoulders. "Sorry, mein Spatzl."[German equivalent to dovie but with accent] You exhaled deeply. You missed him, of course you did. One year apart and you pushed him away like he didn't mean anything at all to you. Just like you pushed everyone away. Still, he stood in front of you, embracing you like you didn't hurt him. Treating you, like you never broke his heart. "Don't even think about it.", he squeezed your shoulder that didn't got shot. "I told you, I'm always just a call away. You simply should've called earlier, my queen." His voice could be so soft for his statue. It made you look aside, focusing into nothing as your head started to hang in guilt. He literally read your mind. Your eyes lingered on his wrist, on the bracelet he wore, it sat just over his glove. It wasn't as shiny as you held in your hands back then. Time has demanded its victims. "You still wear it...", it was clearly a fact but somehow also a question. König only chuckled, "Every day, since you gave it to me.", he reassures you. You didn't saw his face due to the mask, but you already knew the smile he wore.

It was Johnny who cleared his throat in one of the most dramatic manners you have ever heard. You turned towards him what made König draw his hands back, a bit confused. "I suppose you already met?", you looked at Johnny. "We keep meeting.", it was Ghost's harsh voice that made you blink in confusion. "How does it come you never mentioned him?", Kyle drew your attention, but your eyes were still pinned on the man next to you, who only stared on the ground in front of him. "We were teammates before parting ways.", you stated simply. König slung his arm around your shoulder again, pulling you in his side. "More than four years of kicking ass’ and taking life’s of the bad guys.", he stated proudly. "Still mad you'd rather accept Price's offer than mine.", he shrugged. "I accepted Laswell's offer." - "Noch schlimmer!" [Even worse] You rolled your eyes at him jokingly.

Ghost didn't dare to look at the scenario next to him anymore. Watching you hug made his blood boil already. His hands were balled to fists, his knuckles turning white beneath the fabric of his gloves. The only thing that kept him sane was the thought that the team could leave this place tomorrow. You did recover enough for the flight, and everything else could be taken care of back at your base. Far away from the Austrian. "Too bad you only returned to find out we're heading back tomorrow.", Ghost couldn't suppress his sarcastic tone, a smug grin behind the mask. König didn't react to Ghost, he just looked back to you, and before he could say something you only nodded. "We still have to catch up." - "I know." - "We can head to my office." - "Helen's gonna kill me when I won't be back in half an hour" - "Yeah, she can be harsh." König's tone became lower and lower with every word.

He didn't want you to leave already and you didn't know if it was good or bad, but it was weird how everything felt so familiar. Like nothing ever had changed, even after all that time. Those thoughts kept your mind busy. After Ghost insisted to guide you back to the infirmary, you lay awake in the sickbed. You didn't deserve all the kindness and affection König was so willingly giving to you. He should be mad at you, he was allowed to yell at you, just like you did at him. And still, he didn't want anything else than to spend time with you, to hold you. Something you couldn't understand.

It was quite early when Simon showed up the next morning, helping you gathering your stuff and picking you up for breakfast. Finally able to leave this room. You longed for your own four walls in back in the base and Ghost did long to be as far away as possible from the intruder. It's almost comical how time can change perspectives. Just some months ago he thought of you as such a thing like an intruder. A threat to the 141, and now? Now he saw people as threat that came too close to you and König was definitely the greatest of them all.

Johnny and Kyle already sat at a table chatting with some of KorTac's rookies they got to know. Kyle had prepared some of the usual breakfast choices of Simon and yours. Simon took the place next to Kyle and you just wanted to sit down next to Johnny as you felt a tall presence hovering over you. König appeared like out of the shadows directly behind you and placed his masked head onto your own. The rookies immediately stopped their talk, and Ghost clenched his fist around the cup in his hand. "Guten Morgen." [Good morning] his voice was still a bit raspy, his hands finding your waist again. "Good morning colonel, sir.", the rookies stated. "Since when you're colonel?", you asked still standing still in place with the weight of König's head onto yours. "Already said we do have a lot to catch up. Eat with me in my office.", he leaned a bit further onto you. Your exhaled deeply. "Please, Mäuschen."[little mouse] Just as Ghost wanted to intervene, his blood run cold. Your words totally cut him short. "Alright, darling. Let’s go." Even Kyle choked on his toast, while Johnny once more looked flabbergasted. König grabbed your plate, before anyone at the table could say something and you moved into the direction of his office. His free hand placed on your lower back, guiding you through the hall.

Did Ghost hear right? Did you just call that bastard darling? Without any joking or even mocking tone. It just sounded so natural. And how good this word sounded out of your mouth. Just aimed at the wrong person. His thoughts were running a marathon and the only thing that snapped him back were the chattering of the rookies. Whispering phrases like, 'that's her', 'didn't thought of her to be that pretty', 'but she still ghosted him'. It made Simons mind running even faster, his thoughts trembling over one another. "Yo, rookies. Shut it!", a dark voice shut them up and they straightened their posture. "Apologies, Sir!" - "Don't dig your filthy noses into the private life of our colonel. Understood?!" - "Yes, Sir!", a masked man stood in front of the table, turning his attention to the 141 men. "Your pickup will be here in four hours."

Those whole four hours were spent behind closed doors with König. His office was like a save zone; he didn't wear his mask. His scars letting you feel immensely more guilt than anyhow. You talked about it. You talked about everything, the way you locked yourself up - metaphorical and literal - not being able to burden anyone with your thoughts, how you joined the 141, the struggle of your current mission (without classified intel of course), what König did in all this time, how he became colonel and of course you talked about the two of you. Things you wanted to apologize for, things you did regret but he hushed you down.

"Are you happy?", he looked at you with his brows raised. You swallowed a thick lump you didn't remember formed in your throat. König sighed and cupped your face with his huge rough palms. Forcing you to look at him. "You deserve happiness, mein Engel. No matter where or ...", he paused for a moment, the words weighted tons on his tongue "... or with whom." You look bewildered at him; his face is relaxed more at your expression and his usual smile formed once more. A smile you knew too well. You stare into the crystal sky his eyes were.

"I see how you look at him. It's in your eyes. The way you looked at me once.", his voice grows soft, but you could sense the fractures of sorrows laying in them. "König...", a thick lump forming again in your throat. That is what you were scared of all the time. The way he could read you like an open book. The way you couldn't hide anything from him, especially something you wanted to hide even from yourself. And here you where, seated next to him so close and calling you shamelessly out. "You don't have to admit it, wirklich."[for real], he caressed your cheek with his thumb. Everything felt so familiar, it nearly hurt.

"Just promise me two things...", you can't help but feel nauseous. The way he looked at you, the way his touch felt onto your skin. You nodded only the slightest, signaling him to go on. "First of all, I want you to accept it, to embrace it and not to push it...him... away.", his voice was calm, steady, and assured. Still, you heard the pain that lies below its surface. His eyes shine at you with adoration, but you saw the pain behind it. Tears did start to prick at the corners of your eyes. He continued, "Second... and I'm begging you, let me be part of your life." You bit your bottom lip, trying to compensate your emotions, but you couldn't suppress them. Hot droplets of salty tears ran down your cheeks. His thumbs carefully stroked them away. There weren't many living people walking this earth with whom you felt save enough to show your weakness to actual cry. König was one of the very few people you could be vulnerable with. But you couldn't promise this to him. A promise is such a big deal, and you would never made one if you couldn’t be sure of keeping your word. You've learnt that the hard way. "Ich versuch’ es." [I’ll try], you said between your silent sobs. His smile grew a bit wider. He gently placed a kiss onto your forehead before leaning his against the spot, his lips just brushed. "Ich weiß. Ich weiß, my queen" [I know]

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youuuimeanmee · 5 months

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Noragami Final Chapter Thoughts

You know what? I'm used to it.

I'm used to have exceptionally well-written manga get cut off or deadline-d to finish at certain point of time (usually by the publisher's order) when the authors still have so, so, SO much more left to give, so in the end they have no choice but to rush the final chapter.

Shingeki no Kyojin, Promised Neverland, Nisekoi, other mangas I forgot to name. And this manga. For such a long-running series with deep lore, they all could use a special volume (200+ pages) as an epilogue, not a 45-pages speedrun of everyone's everafter. I wish more series could follow Mob Psycho's example. Some say Mob Pycho Season 3 is too long, it needs to be more compact etc, but I don't think so at all. I think it's perfect the way it is -- it's a fulfilling send-off for all the characters we love so much. I wish more series would get their ending like that, but what can I say about Japanese manga industry.

And there's also Adachitoka's health to consider too. In which case, I'd say they did their best, and I'm really thankful for them for being able to deliver this series safely.

In short, I already expected this chapter to be a speedrun. Because of that, my experience when I read this chapter is better than I expected.

Maybe because I've learned my lessons for not making theory too much, so I don't have certain expectations that'd cloud my judgement.

With no deep thoughts when reading, let's go dive in.

The PUNS it still gets me. Yukine's sister calling Haruki's name while watching a tree that blossoms in spring is 😭😭😭

Ayoo he can change to a dog still? My poor baby 😭

I guess this is his punishment for wrecking havoc in the human world and disturbing the Heaven? But like, he was clearly under the influence of trashdad?? He's not really at fault?? Is this author's message that we shouldn't justify his action just because we understood his reasons?? But still. That's too cruel for doing it for your own main character.

I know shinkis that were left behind by their master would retain their name after the master's death, but still. To think Izanami's power is still working on Yukine after the Kotonoha is destroyed. This is tragedy.

THE FLOWERSS IN YUKINE'S RESTING PLACEE AKSJJDBDKDJDJD

Daww that's nicee. Hiyori as an intern!

Damn, she really forgot everything. This is for the best though, she already died once when she got too close with the far shore; I'm already prepared for this much. Maybe Yato had finally severed her ties with him and that (along with the cpr) is what allowed Hiyori to return.

Wdym "intense cpr," it's more than intense. It's hella long too. Nobody could perform intense cpr for hours nonstop, unless that person is non-human.

Good to know Yato broke her ribs though, nice work!

Hiyori's missing notebook? Prob taken by Yato or something.

Dafuq. Move along with your "it's me!" wishy-boy. No. This time it's not you who kissed her. You were delirious in some random abandoned building in some random city when Hiyori was dying.

See, this is my nightmare. To have the real Fujisaki Koto as Hiyori's future love interest. Because I know for sure, for so long, that they could bonded with their out-of-body experience when they both lost their memory.

Sorry Koto, 'nothing against the real you, but your alter ego has kinda ruined your image.

Damn, Father's longing for Kaya runs deep in Koto's veins.

BAHAHA, Nice one Coophone. Or Yato. Or Yukine. Or whatever tf Hiyori's guardian is.

AWWW THE GODS ARE CARRYING HIYORI'S LEGACY TO HAVE A PICNIC TOGETHER 😭😭😭😭

Aww man I didn't see Nana. She'd love to have a picnic with both Bishamon and Arahabaki! Is it because she was infected with GGS, or is it simply her turn to watch over the house? I hope it's the latter.

I wish the Gods would talk more about Yato's miracles, including about Hiyori. She is literally the glue that help stick these guys together. Without her, they wouldn't even know about Father's Liberation ability.

Heck, forget about Yatori. I wanna hear the Gods reminscing about their situations & conditions after the incident. But alas.

Oh well. This is something I've learned to let go.

Woow Kunimi looks young! Does he finally have a vacation?? Lol

Ebisu's voice got deeper? He still looks like a baby to me. Is he a baby 12-yo?

It's real nice to see the 3 reincarnated gods! Though I coulnd't care less abt them,even tho i know they have main character energy

Oh. my God. TakeKiun is really sailingg Look at dem. Matching clothes and soft smiles and all dat shit 🥺🥺🥺

Um, okay. It's good and all that each mortal has their own version about what happened at that time, but like,

Weren't people DIED???

I thought many people died!! Getting slashed by Gods!! Why is it not covered on the national news-

(myb when Father's "nation" returned to the underworld, the souls who were lost were also returned to its vessel somehow?)

Nope, nevermind. Just don't think too deeply about it. Moving on.

BISHAAA it's good to see her in great health!

Though I really wanna know, how is her relationship with the Heaven and the other Gods after that fiasco, how she feels abt Father's defeat, etc--

NOPE. Don't thinkabout it. Just moveon.

Here I thought Yato was gonna get a reward from Amaterasu for slaying "something that doesn't belong on this Earth." Oh well. Guess Amaterasu is hella stingy like that.

Why Yukine seems like he got even smaller though. Is it the changing art style? He looks more baby than ever.

Wait, they got a whole proper room to sleep? Is this their old room in Kofuku's house?? I thought since Yukine is infected by GGS, Kofuku stayed the hell away from Yukine, but that doesn't seem like the case?

Maybe Kofuku-Daikoku are the one who abandoned the shop; leaving it for Yato and Yukine to stay in? We'll never know.

(Now where is Kofuku's new address, I need to know)

Since Yukine is infected by GGS and always in constant nightmare, I'd like to believe Kazuma is experiencing the same thing; in order to separate him from the rest of the clan, now Kazuma sleeps with Bishamon every night. Lucky bastard.

That is so touching of Yato for comforting his sobbing child every night, but I wish we got a glimpse of his reminisce with his now-gone Father.

Oh wooww the dude finally stopped playing around. I thought he didn't have the guts to cut Hiyori's ties, turns out he really cut itt. No wonder Hiyori forgot about him for 10 years.

(Though I don't think she forgot completely either. Yato might not be in her head anymore, but he's still in her heart)

Adachitoka-san. Are you trying to tell ME this teke-teke thing is way more viral than the mass of unnatural, unknown deaths???

Is it because there's no death at all???

*sighs.* Anyways.

Aww Nora is now staying at Iki's household, happier than ever 🥺

Oh so that's where Hiyori's notebook goes.

Wait, Iki household creeps Hiyori out? Why? Is it because she was traumatized by her grandma's death? (Does she even remember that?) Is it because she faintly remembered the way Nora broke her house's windows? Or is it because she could sense Nora's presence and it icks her? I hope it's not the latter ☹️

I'm happy Nora is finally a happy child, but, Yukine? What about my son Yukine, who is no longer a pure soul, who could no longer sleep peacefully every night. Where is Nora's apology for leading Yukine to Father huh? Where is her apology for (indirectly) turning Yukine into who he is today? I guess it happens off-screen, we'll never know.

OH WOWW THE PUNS' AT IT AGAIN

Wdym "the night has a scent."

"Night" is using the same kanji as Yato's name, 夜. She is remembering his smell from the nightt, peoplee

(The night when he kissed her prob)

The power of the match-matching ema hunged by Ookuninushi is really strong, huh. Hiyori managed to remember Yato again, despite her already-severed-ties with Yato.

(or maybe not. I guess their fate really IS intertwined, knowing their first meeting)

I kinda wish Hiyori would remember Yato much later, like, in her 40s when she already has kids on her own, but hey, the sooner she remembers him, the longer he'd stay on this Earth so I'd still consider it a win!

Tbh, a part of me don't want her to get involved with far shore like she did in the past, but a part of me also wants her to snuggle between Yato and Yukine's arms after her work hours end. Dilemma.

Now I need Hiyori's journey to become one hell of a rich doctor so she could build a proper shrine for Yato so she and her family could pray together every morning, because she claimed it's Yatogami who saved her life that day. She'd make dinner for Yato and Yukine and eat with them every evening while her family acknowledge it as her night-praying-time. She'd tell her family, her future husband, and her future children about the legend of Yato (she'd exaggerate it a lot) and the next thing she knows, Yato have already has a devoted followers. Oh, and she'd often visited Bisha's shrine, Kofuku's, Ebisu's, all gods associated with Yato.

That's it folks. I rarely do my thoughts about Noragami, but I do read it religiously regularly each month. This manga has already become my comfort manga no matter how angsty it is, so it's gonna be hard to part with it, after all this time. Maybe for next month I'm gonna restart from chapter 1, one chapter per month.

I do have to say though, usually when I read a series with unsatisfactory ending, it leaves a bad taste in mouth. Somehow this chapter don't feel like that at all. I don't know why. I still look at this chapter and all the previous ones with fondness.

I wanna dream that 1-2 years from now, Adachitoka would release a 200-pages of Noragami epilogue -- which I know it's impossible, but hey, let the girl dream. I'm also looking forward for the extra komas, if there's any.

It's been a good time with you all 🤗👋

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FAIRY OF SHAMPOO ✧ mister loverboy

pairing: idol au! soobin x fem! reader

summary: soobin found his own fairy of shampoo. the one that makes him smile whenever they show up on screen, and even manages to brighten up his day whenever he's upset. but this feels a little familiar, isn't it? he hopes it won't be like the song they released. he wants to be able to face the fairy that casted a spell on him without the screen between them.

word count: 1.2k words

author's note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter 🫶 I tried my best to write even tho I'm a lil busy this week

content: written + texts

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It was the last day of your promotions and you're glad to finally have some time to rest for the time being. The upcoming schedules will be less packed, you have more time to sleep and especially have more time to talk to Soobin.

You've been talking nonstop for the past few days and you want it to remain that way. While there were times when you were both too busy to message one another, you understood, and he always makes sure to remind you not to overwork yourself and to get enough sleep. He's quite sweet. Soobin never forgets to remind you to eat, sleep, and to treat yourself kindly. Because of him, you can't help but often smile at your phone. How could you not when he sends cute texts to you?

Your group had been in the broadcasting building since two in the morning, and so far there were barely any groups. Some are getting ready while the others are pre-recording.

The next few hours will be uneventful, the next recording will be two hours from now. The only song you'll be performing is OMG and the only thing you're worried about is the camera. You'll have to discuss that with the others later on.

You made your way to the door and stepped outside of the room, leaving the others for a while as you have some free time to roam around.

As you stepped out and went to the corridor a familiar tall blond stood by the wall, he's holding his phone at a certain angle and made sure the lighting looked fine. A smile curled on your lips, you were not expecting to bump into him this early.

You quietly approached him and held anything that made any sound, making sure not to make any sound with the dangling bunny keychain attached to your pants. Then, you stood behind him as he snapped a picture.

"Taking photos to post later?"

Soobin jumped out of his skin, quickly turning to face who suddenly appeared behind him. His shocked expression soon melted into a much softer, gentler smile once he laid his gaze upon you—his eyes turned into upside down crescents, and his dimples showed itself to you. His smile is so pretty.

He let out a light laugh, turning his head both ways to see if anyone was watching. "Yeah, I forgot the other day and I'm only fixing a small mistake." He kept his phone in his pocket and leaned against the wall. The light from above made the glitters all across his skin glimmer, they added more charm to him—though he was already charming, but the glitters made him look unreal.

"Finished with your recording?" He asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You blinked once, twice before realizing that you were staring. "Oh— kinda? We have another recording session later after some two groups. We're currently allowed to eat and have some time to rest," you give him a smile, "how about my favorite boy?"

Favorite boy.

He's your favorite boy? He's your favorite boy.

Soobin's smile widened, averting his gaze as he let out a giggle that he couldn't contain. "Haha— I'm just here taking pictures. But I guess we have some little time to take a breather."

You didn't miss the way he played with the hem of his shirt and the nervous looks coming in your way, he was way too adorable. The way his cheeks were beginning to resemble tomatoes made him appear as though he was about to pass out. And therefore, you took a seat on the closest bench while gesturing for him to join you. He quickly agreed.

While your smile remained, your eyelids started to feel heavy. It's only been four hours since you entered the building, and you weren't even tired before. Your body's sudden sense of fatigue was odd, and you assume Soobin was to blame. It was strange how your body started to relax when he showed up. You feel completely at ease. It seems as though your body chose to immediately release any tension and unwind in his presence, allowing you to rest and take in his comfort.

Soobin noticed this and leaned back, then gently guided your head to rest on his shoulder. He made sure that you were comfortable and helped you lay your head down without your hat, which he placed on his lap—the hat with bunny ears attached. It was cute. You're cute.

They wouldn't notice that he was gone for an extended period of time, would they? He doesn't want to bother you now that you're resting. You must be so tired.

As he leaned closer to you, Soobin let out a relieved sigh and gently placed his cheek on your head. For the time being, he is happy with this for the time being, and he liked the comfortable silence between you two. You're both lucky that there was no one else in the corridor and that most of the staff members are inside the rooms assigned to their respective groups; at most, you'll get some looks from them. Not that he minded them, but he simply wanted to keep this information—or rather this moment, inside the building. He doesn't want you to receive any malicious hate just for being with him.

Being with him? You're not even together. He closed his eyes and frowned, he should be more careful with his choice of words next time.

"Hyung."

"Unnie?"

Both voices repeatedly called for you two but the two of you remained asleep. Minji turned to look at Beomgyu and shrugged, she walked closer and gently shook your shoulder trying to wake you up. While Beomgyu went over to Soobin and tapped, or rather slapped him on the shoulder. This startled you both out of your sleep.

Minji stifled her laugh, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. "Unnie, we have to get ready for our next recording. It's the broadcast run through!"

You looked at Soobin, who was visibly irritated by Beomgyu's method of waking you both. Then you turned to look at Beomgyu, who was grinning. Your lips curled into a smile as you couldn't help yourself but find this whole thing funny.

"Yeah, alright I'll go catch up." You said and turned to Soobin, lightly tapping his hand. "I'll get going. Thank you for looking after me!"

Minji watched the whole thing unfold, having to witness the way Soobin would smile as you spoke to him. He clearly adores you more than you know. Perhaps he hadn't said a word about it to you. His eyes would light up every time you give him your attention, and probably you'd find it adorable if you ever noticed those small details. But the urge to gag as a reaction was strong.

Minji gave Soobin and Beomgyu a smile and a small bow, muttering her thanks for watching over you. And once the two of you walked away, Beomgyu faced Soobin with a knowing smile.

"What?" Soobin asked, furrowing his eyebrows. "What's that smile for?"

Beomgyu shook his head, the smile he adorned remained across his lips. "I never would have thought I'd see you with a girl. Here lies Choi Soobin who was so wary of girls in high school, and let's welcome Choi Soobin who will do anything to be with her."

Soobin stood and rolled his eyes. "Shut up. Let's just go."

"Mister in denial, I see."

Soobin groaned, "I'm not in denial. You guys already know how much I like her. It's not a secret."

Beomgyu snapped his fingers. "Gotcha mister loverboy."

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kkyaka · 2 years

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Next Door

Summary: You're back from college for the summer, and your next door best friend became even hotter (I suck ass at summaries)

Pairing: Connie Springer x black!fem!reader

Word Count: 6000

Warnings: best friends to lovers, neighbors to lovers (?), accidental voyeurism, little bit of sexual tension, confession of feelings, fingering (f), virgin!reader, protected sex, multiple orgasms, handjob, blowjob, little bit of dirty talk (?), aftercare (i think I covered it all, let me know if I didn't)

A/N: Reposting this bc it didn't show up in the darn tags 😑. This isn't my best work, but I'm just happy that I finished it tbh. If it doesn't do well? Oh well. Lmfao, I just wanted to get this out bc I have so many more WIPs, and I was almost done with this one. If this doesn't work, idk if I'll repost it again lol

Being home from college means a lot of different things for different people. Some people hate it, missing the freedom that they had in college. Others love it, especially if they move a good distance away from their families. You fall somewhere in the middle. You still have your freedom, but you really don't have anyone to enjoy that freedom with.

High school wasn't your favorite phase of your life, but you were able to make friends that you're still in contact with today. The problem was that they weren't free to hang with. You tried to make plans with them right as school got out, but they quickly fell through, so you're spending the beginning of your summer wondering how in the hell you're going to pass the time.

With truly nothing else to do, you decide to unpack some of your stuff, and you push open the curtains covering your windows before opening them up. Opening up the last one, you realize that it's the same window that faces Connie's house. You falter a little bit in your movements as the memories flood back into your head.

You moved into the neighborhood right before you started third grade. You were upset and scared because you had no friends, and you were going to a new school. You remember the first time you opened the window, conveniently doing it at the same time as him. You were too nervous to say anything, but he gladly spoke up first, introducing himself.

You both didn't go to the same school, much to your dismay, but he quickly became one of your best friends. You hung out after school, during the weekends, on your breaks. He made the move much more bearable, and you don't know where you would be without him.

Although, it wasn't until you got to high school that you started to develop feelings for him. You tried to blame it on the fact that you weren't really getting any attention at school, but the harder you tried to deny it, the more you realized that that wasn't the case.

You never said anything though because you found out that you weren't going to be together much longer. He was older than you by a couple of years, and he was heading to college, leaving you to tackle the last two years of high school by yourself. He still managed to call you every now and then, which definitely helped, but it wasn't the same.

When it was your turn to go to college, you were going to a college that was a couple of hours away, and he was staying, deciding that he wanted to stay close to home with his family. You didn't blame him, and saying goodbye to him was the hardest thing you had to do.

You haven't seen him since you've been back, and you don't know if you want to. You tried so hard to get over him, but he's not someone that you could just get over. You shake yourself out of memory lane, getting back on track to unpacking your stuff with a loud sigh.

Opening up that window seemed to open the floodgates because it seems like for the past couple of days, you've been thinking about Connie nonstop. You've started to avoid going out of the house in fear that you might run into him. What would you even say? You wouldn't even begin to know how to start a conversation with him.

You tell yourself to just get over yourself, opting to just forget about your conflict. You open the front door, grimacing at the heat that's coming from the outside before walking down your driveway to check the mail. You're going through it, slowly walking back up to your house when you hear clanking coming from your left.

You look up, seeing the garage door at Connie's house open. You stop in your tracks, chewing on your lip as you wonder if it would be a good idea to see if it's Connie. You don't have much time to think because he comes into view, stepping out from behind his car, or more like stumbling out. You chuckle softly, watching as he wipes the sweat from his forehead.

Seeing him makes you question why you were even worried in the first place. You give yourself a quick pep talk before you head over to his house. He's looking through the shelves in the garage, swearing when he drops something.

"Hey," you call out when you get to the garage. He jumps, dropping what was in his hand as he turns around. The fear on his face turns into a bright smile as he walks toward you.

"'Sup, baby! I haven't seen you in ages!" You can't help but laugh as he brings you into a hug. "When did you get back?" he asks, keeping his hands on your shoulders when he pulls away.

"A few days ago," you say. "I've been seeing family and unpacking." Being this close to him makes you realize that he's not the same boy you said goodbye to a year ago.

He's gotten taller, a little bit more tan, and you don't ever remember him being this built before. You didn't even realize he was shirtless until now, and you swallow heavily when you notice. He's got a tattoo on his arm, and an ear piercing, and that crush you had starts to come back in full form.

"Cool, cool. You look amazing by the way, how was your first year of college?" You feel your face flush warm at the sudden compliment, almost losing your thoughts, but you remained focused on the conversation.

"Oh, thanks," you respond softly. "It was pretty good, a lot better than I expected. You look great, too," you add, and you sound so lame, but he doesn't seem to care, probably too excited to see you again.

"I'm glad it went well for you," he answers, and he crosses his arms over his chest, which makes you focus on his the way the muscles in his arms move. "Speaking of that," he says, and you're glad he changes the subject because you weren't really sure how to continue. "A friend told me about this show that I know you would love. And since you're back, I thought we could watch it together."

You feel so many things run through you at the thought of hanging out with him again, but you're easily accepting. "Yeah, I'm definitely free, so my couch is always open," you laugh, and his smile seems to get even bigger.

"Awesome! Well, I should get back to working on this car," he says, pointing over his shoulder. "It was good to see you again. Seriously."

"Yeah, you too," you say, taking a step back.

"And I'll be over sooner rather than later to watch that show." He sends you a wink that definitely doesn't make you melt, and you laugh as you nod, walking back towards your house.

"I'll be waiting." And it's not a lie because you literally have nothing else to do but wait. You get back to your house, close the door, and rest your weight on it. You try to fight your giddiness, but you let it out for once before you finally calm yourself down.

Waiting just made you even more anxious though. It was a couple of days before he was even able to come over, having things to do and catch up on, and you currently had the house to yourself because your parents wanted to go on a vacation for their anniversary.

You were close to pulling your hair out waiting, and you decided that a shower might help, thinking that it was the heat that was getting to you. You feel much more relaxed when you get out, walking to your room with a clearer head. You throw your towel on the bed, the specific clothes you wanted to wear in your suitcase because of course they were.

You're going through your clothes when you hear your name being called. You jump, yelping loudly as you quickly cover yourself, looking around for the voice. You look towards your window, your eyes widening and your heart dropping in mortification when you see that it's open.

"Sorry for scaring you," you hear, recognizing the familiar voice, and you can only see Connie's hand peeking out from his window. "I just wanted to let you know that you left it open. I didn't see anything, I swear."

"T-Thanks," you sigh, and you quickly shut the window and the curtains before you fall to the floor, putting your face in your hands and groaning loudly.

You didn't move for a while, a million thoughts running through your head, and you finally put your clothes on when you got over your embarrassment. Connie texted you later that day saying that he was free, and you almost canceled. There was no way you were going to be able to have a normal conversation with him now; your face fuming at the thought of being in the same room as him after what happened.

He said he didn't see anything, and you keep repeating that in your head, but it doesn't make you feel that much better. You take a deep breath when you hear the doorbell ring, trying to think positive thoughts as you walk towards it.

Your hands are shaking when you open the door, your eyes meeting a beaming Connie on the other side. "Trust me, you're gonna love this show," he says, walking in when you step to the side. You laugh easily, feeling a sense of comfort come over you as he sits down on the couch.

You sit down next to him as he pulls up the show, and right as he's about to play it, he jumps up, saying that you need snacks. You watch as he runs to the kitchen, and you look at the TV, noting that the show does look like something that you would watch.

He comes back with a bunch of drinks and snacks all in his arms, setting them down on the coffee table in front of you before he sits back down next to you. He's definitely closer to you than he was before. Way closer than he was before, and you can feel the heat coming from him as his body pressed into yours.

You're not really feeling hungry, so you grab a soda, popping the tab open and you take a long sip. You're secretly wishing it was alcohol because it's definitely going to be a long night.

The first episode has you pretty glued in, and you and Connie nurse your drinks through the first episode, but halfway through the second, you're focused on his arm that's made its way behind you. He relaxed further into the couch with a sigh, spreading his legs a little wider, and you breathe out slowly as you press your legs together.

You're starting to sweat, your mind starting to focus on if you should ask Connie if he saw anything earlier today when you got out of the shower. You make an excuse that you have to use the bathroom by the third episode, and Connie agrees, so you go upstairs while he uses the one downstairs. You press your hands against your face, feeling how warm your face is. You splash cold water on your face, trying to calm yourself down.

There's no reason for you to be thinking about your stupid crush that's slowly making you horny, which you partially blame on how much he's changed. You hype yourself up before you leave, taking another deep breath and leaving the bathroom.

Connie's not back yet, and you sit down, trying to recall what happened in the second episode. When he gets back, he's still in your space, and you notice that he's a bit warmer than before, but there's no part of you that minds. You ask him to talk about what happened in the second episode, and you both laugh when neither of you can't really remember.

He offers for you to watch it again, and you agree. He turns it back on, but this time as you start to get comfortable, he actually lets his arm rest on your shoulders. You tense for a second but relax shortly after, resting your head on his shoulder, which feels much more firm than you remember.

You can focus a little bit better this time because you remember some of the stuff that you caught before, so you're able to piece stuff together. At one point, you look down, Connie's tattoo catching your eye, so you poke at it when you ask him about it.

He rolls his sleeve up so that you can see it fully. "I got it last year," he says, and you notice that some parts of it look familiar.

"Why?" you ask curiously, and he laughs sheepishly as he scratches his head.

"Uh, you could say I was missing someone," he starts, and you hate how your heart sinks. "And this is her favorite show." Now you feel like shit because that was the show that you and Connie watched together all the time in high school.

"Is she a girlfriend or something?" you find yourself asking, looking away from him.

"Oh, no," he answers. "Um, I've liked her for a long time but I don't know if she feels the same way." You nod, but you don't respond, suddenly wanting to take shelter in your room.

"Well, have you said something to her?" You don't know why you're entertaining this, and you look up at him. Being this close to his face only makes your feelings for him even stronger, and you're just now noticing that his hair's grown out a little.

"I'm kinda scared to, to be honest," he sighs, meeting your eyes. "I don't wanna lose her." He doesn't take his eyes off of you, and you start to focus on his arm that's around you. He practically has you tucked into his side, and then you're thinking about what happened earlier.

"Um, Connie," you say, looking down. "Did you really not see anything earlier today?"

You hear his breath hitch, and you bite your lip as you wait for an answer which will determine what you should do with your feelings. He tilts your head up by your chin, and you have to remind yourself to breathe.

"Would you punch me in the dick if I answered honestly?" he asks, and you laugh, shaking your head.

"No, I won't. I promise."

His gaze drops to your lips quickly before it goes back to your eyes, and you fight the urge to look away as you wait in anticipation. "I probably looked at you a lot longer than I should have," he whispers, and your face falls slightly in surprise.

"Really?"

He nods, and you grip his shirt when he leans in closer. "Yeah. You're the prettiest girl I've ever met, I couldn't look away." You nearly melt in excitement, the smile on your face so hard for you to fight. "I'm not a creep, I swear. I haven't done that in the past."

"I trust you," you whisper, huffing softly, and you take a deep breath before you say the next thing. "I like you, Connie." He freezes, and you look over his face for a reaction. You're about to retract when he doesn't move, feeling shame bubble up in your stomach, but then he suddenly kisses you.

You hum in surprise before you close your eyes and melt into him. He brings his hand to rest on your neck as your hand grips his shirt. You both pull away to breathe, but he's closing the distance soon after. You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he grabs your leg, pulling you to sit on top of him.

"I've liked you for so long," he says against your lips before he moves to kiss down your jaw and towards your neck. "Fuck, I've always thought about this," he mumbles, and you're so overwhelmed with the feeling of his hands running over your body that you can't even respond.

You shudder when his hands make their way under your shirt, and he brings his head up to kiss you again, slowing letting his tongue slide in your mouth, your mouth pliant and easily letting him in. You let him take your shirt off, and he stops to look at your chest. You didn't wear a bra, wondering in the back of your head if part of you "forgot" since you knew that Connie was going to be coming over.

"Shit, they're even prettier up close." It's like he's in a trance as he cups them in his hands, and the moan that you make is louder than you expected it to be. He rolls his fingers around your nipples before leaning down to suck at them.

"C-Connie," you gasp, one hand digging into the couch while the other finds its way to his hair. He keeps his hand pressed on your back so that your chest is arched into him, and you feel tears forming in your eyes. You've never been touched like this before, and you're flooded with so much pleasure that you're not sure if you can take this any longer.

He groans against you as his fingers work into your shorts. You whimper, your legs squeezing around his when he rubs circles over clit. You pull on his hair, and he groans again, using his other hand to roll your hips against him, and that's when you feel it. You didn't notice before, but you can feel how hard he is under you, and you're shaking from all of the different stimulations.

"W-Wait, Connie," you stutter. "Connie, 'm gonna cum--" It's like you're on the edge of the cliff before you finally fall, and your hands grab his shirt like your life depends on it. You cum with his name on your lips, and you don't know if he can tell because he doesn't stop rolling your clit between his fingers.

You pat at his back, and he finally stops as the last of your orgasm flows through you. Your chest is heaving as you slump against him, sweat coating your skin. "Wait, did you--?"

"I've never...no one's ever," you try, nearly embarrassed at your admission, and he nudges your head up with his shoulder. You watch something glaze over his eyes when he looks at your face.

You're still shaking, your body attempting to recover from something it's never felt before. "Why didn't you say anything?" he asks, rubbing over your legs before he slides you off of him. He grabs your hand when he stands, pulling you towards your room. He kisses you when he gets to the door, pushing it open as he keeps his lips on yours, only pulling away when he gets to your bed. "The couch shouldn't be where your first time happens."

Your face gets hot again as he walks into your room, and he gently guides you to sit down on your bed. "I don't care where it happens," you say, your voice barely above a whisper, and he has to hover near your face to hear you. "I just care that it's you."

The smile he responds with makes you warm all over, and he moves you further up your bed, trapping your legs between his as he slides his shirt off. You raise yourself up so you can touch him, and you can see the outline of his dick in his shorts.

You run your hand over it, and he releases a shaky breath before he puts his hand over yours. "You don't have to," he tells you, but you shake your head, moving your hands to the waist of his shorts.

"I...wanna try," you say softly, and he lets his hands slide off of yours, and you tug his shorts down. You move your head back when his dick pops up, and there's nowhere else you can look. He's proportionate in width and length, biting your lip in anticipation of it being inside of you, and you wrap your hand around him gently making his hands ball into fists. You guide him towards your mouth, and you don't really know how to start, so you lick at his head.

You lick at him again when he moans, this time a little more confident, and then you take him into your mouth. He groans, letting his head fall back, and you suck at his head before you sink down on him.

"Damn," he chokes out, looking down at you as he tries to keep his hips still. You bop your head up and down, going further every time until you gag, and you pull away, coughing. You give yourself a moment to breathe before you swallow him again, and he places his hand on your face. "D-Don't hurt yourself, baby," he tries to tell you, but he's practically speechless.

You pull off of him with a string of saliva connecting your lips to him, giving yourself a breather, and you wrap your hand around him again. "Is this okay?" you ask, and he nods quickly, putting his hand over yours.

"Mmh, just a little tighter," he says, squeezing your hand just a little more, and he shudders. "Y-Yeah, just like that." You watch as you both stroke him, and he sighs when you swirl your tongue around his head, and he can't control his hips anymore. "Shit, okay, okay." He moves your hand away, and you pull away, frowning.

"Was that not okay?" He huffs dazedly as he shakes his head.

"It was amazing," he breathes, "but I wanna cum with you around me," he responds, pulling you up so that he can kiss you, and he hums when he can taste himself on your tongue. "You sure you wanna do this?" he asks quietly. "We don't have to."

"I do," you say with a quick nod, and he smiles widely before it falls.

"Oh, uh, you wouldn't happen to have any condoms, would you?" You chew your lip as you shake your head. "That's okay, I have some at my place," he says, and he nearly falls off of the bed as he pulls his shorts up. "I'll be right back, don't go anywhere!" he exclaims as he runs out of your room.

You laugh as you hear him run down the stairs and then the front door opening and closing, and you fall back onto your bed. Your face hurts from how hard you're smiling, and you can't believe what just happened. You start to think that you might be dreaming, so you pinch yourself, and luckily you don't wake up.

You jump when you hear the front door close, and you hear loud footsteps on the stairs again. Connie runs into your room, closing the door behind him as he catches his breath and walks towards you. He has more than one in his hand, and you raise your eyebrows at him, darting between the condoms and him.

"Oh, no, don't worry," he starts. "I just got excited, so I didn't tear one off," he clarifies, and he tosses them to the other side of the bed before taking the rest of his clothes off. You follow suit, and after you do, you freeze when Connie just stares at you.

"What?" you whisper, making a move to cover yourself, but he's quick to pin your arms down, keeping his legs next to yours to keep them open as he hovers over you.

"Sorry, I'm just still getting used to the fact that you're under me like this." Your legs press against his at his words as you feel yourself getting wetter. You want to shrink under his intense gaze, and you close your eyes when he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "You're so pretty," he mumbles against your lips.

"You already said that," you say, a big smile on your face. He lets your arms go in favor of resting his hands on your neck when he kisses you. You do the same, pulling him down so you can feel more of him on you, and you both moan when he grinds against you.

He takes one hand and trails it down your body, giving your tit a teasing squeeze before it travels between your legs. You jump when he rolls his finger over your clit. You can't keep up with the kiss as he keeps up his movements, and he pulls away as he starts to slide his finger in.

"No one's ever touched you like this before?" he asks, feeling his lips brush against yours with every word, and you shake your head, at a loss for words as he moves his finger in and out of you. "So, I'm gonna be the first to stretch this pretty pussy out?"

You nod quickly, your nails digging into his shoulder as he adds another finger inside. "Wanted it to be you," you say, not really feeling shy to admit it anymore, and he drops his head in your neck.

"Fuck," he sighs, stretching you out when he spreads his fingers, and you bring his face back to yours, the feeling of his lips on yours seems to ground you in a way. "You wanted it to be me?"

You hum your answer as you nod again. "Always thought about it being you." You watch his eyes roll as he bites his lips, feeling him shudder at your words.

He keeps his eyes on yours, and the look in them seems to make you even hotter. "Mm, I'm gonna make it so good for you." He puts gentle pressure on your clit, rolling his thumb over the sensitive bud, and you grab his wrist as you moan.

Your legs tremble around him, and you tighten your grip on his wrist when you feel that familiar pressure building. "I'm ready, Connie, c'mon." He chuckles softly, curling his fingers a couple more times just to tease you before he slides them out of you.

He sits up, and you watch as he licks over his fingers before shoving them in his mouth. He groans softly as his eyes roll, and you chew on your lip gently as you watch him. "Damn, you taste amazing," he sighs. "I wanna eat you out so bad," he tells you as he rips one of the condoms off. "But you don't mind if I fuck you first, do you?"

You don't know how he can still keep that playful smile he always has while being unbelievably hot at the same time. You shake your head quickly at his question, feeling like you're going dizzy from arousal. Your fingers dig into the sheets underneath you as you watch him roll it on, and you swear your heart is going to beat out of your chest.

You're so caught up, that you jump a little when he places his hand softly on your face. "You'll tell me if you're hurting, okay?" he asks, resting his weight on one of his elbows, leaving his face close to yours again.

"Yeah, I will," you breathe, and he holds his other hand up, pinky extended.

"Promise?" You roll your eyes, matching the smile on his face. Connie made it a habit when you both were in high school to kiss your fingers when they were interlaced, saying that the promise was stronger that way.

That's what you expect him to do, but when you lock your finger with his, he moves to kiss you on the lips instead. It makes you dazed for a second, but the split second after, you can feel yourself falling even harder for him. He grabs a pillow, having you lift your hips up so that he can slide it under you. You look down at the same time he does as he lines himself up, tensing up reflexively, and he shifts his weight so that he can rub at your hip.

"Relax," he whispers, somehow managing to keep his face close to yours. "Just lemme know if it's too much." He circles the tip of his dick at your hole, making your legs twitch, and he starts pushing in at the same time he starts rubbing at your clit.

You're thankful for the distraction because it's definitely more than his fingers. Your nails dig into his arm as you wince, and you reassure him to keep going; it's not painful, just a little uncomfortable. Once his hand is free, he uses it to rub over your body, continuing his motions on your clit.

Connie's head falls against yours as he digs his hand into the sheets next to you. "Oh...myfuckingGod," he groans, his hands moving to grab at the pillows by your head. "F-Fuck, you're so--shit." He tries his hardest to move carefully without hurting you, but it doesn't help that your cunt has such a tight hold on him, practically sucking him in without much effort.

He lets out a ragged breath, trying to shift his focus back to you. "Talk to me, baby," he says, lifting his head up slightly as he opens his eyes so that he can fully see your face. "How ya feeling?"

He doesn't move once he's fully inside of you, even though it's almost impossible, allowing you to adjust for as long as you need. "I feel good," you answer softly, moving your hands towards his. He grabs them, lacing his fingers with yours as he moves your arms over your head. You try to remember to breathe as your body gets used to being full in a way that it's never been filled before.

Being in this position makes you realize how close Connie is to you. You can't help but stare at him, feeling every part of him that's touching you. You think about how intimate this whole thing is, and you can't help but get the feeling that this feels right. You can tell he feels the same way, his lips meeting yours for a kiss that's deeper than the previous ones. One that says more than you ever could.

"You can move," you urge quietly, and you moan when he shifts just a little on his knees.

He groans in response, letting his head fall forward. "Dunno if I can, to be honest," he whispers.

"Why?" He can't look at you when he answers, back to focusing on how he's supposed to be making this whole experience good for you.

"Because I'll cum in a second," he admits against your skin, and you feel him take a deep breath as he squeezes your hands. You meet his glazed eyes when he lifts his head back up.

"I'm ready when you are." Your mouth falls open as you gasp when he moves, not really caring for the empty feeling you have when he slides out. You moan when he moves back in, his movements jolting your body with every thrust. Your eyes roll as you feel your toes curl, and you wrap your legs around him, not wanting him to stop for a second.

"O-Oh, God," he moans. "Y-Yeah...I'm gonna cum, 'm gonna--fuck me." You feel his hips stutter out of rhythm, a loud groan of your name signaling his orgasm.

You feel him slow down, but to your surprise, he doesn't completely stop, letting go of your hand in favor of pulling your leg up further. He picks up his pace instantly, sending your back arching as he reaches that pleasurable spot with the new angle. Your free hand braces on his neck, your nails once again finding home in his skin.

He hooks your leg in the crook of his elbow, his nails digging into your hips as he pulls you into him. "Your pussy's fucking sucking me in, h-holy shit!"

You jump when you feel his finger rubbing your swollen clit, and your back arches, pushing you further into the onslaught of your pleasure. "C-Connie! Fuck--" You can't even finish your sentence, your face contorting as your climax mounts.

"God, you feel so good. Shit, baby." You try to keep your eyes on his when he finally looks at you again, but it's no use. Your eyes slip closed, every snap of his hips sending you higher and higher.

Connie whines at the oversensitivity, opting to bite at your neck as an attempt to hold himself in for just a little longer, groaning with every thrust into your tight heat. "Gonna--cum," you rush out. "Connie, 'm gonna cum." It's really the only warning he gets, your body going taut, and your legs shake as your orgasm crashes over you.

It's definitely something you never felt before, almost scared at the number of things you're feeling, and you hold onto Connie as he cums right behind you, riding out your highs. You don't let go of him until he stops moving, not realizing how tightly you were holding onto him until he does.

Your body relaxes, letting you collapse onto the bed as Connie barely catches himself with his hand. You pull him onto you anyway, not wanting to separate from him just yet. "Oh, my God," he says around a laugh which you copy. He looks at you, running a finger over your face. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, right?"

"I'm more than okay, Connie." You pull him into a softer kiss, mostly because it feels like you could fall asleep any minute now. You hum into the kiss as he lets your leg fall. He smiles widely, peppering kisses all over your face.

You wince when he slides out of you, and he apologizes softly before urging you to move over. He pulls the blanket that you were on off the bed before taking it out of your room, and you roll over on your side, feeling more than satisfied. You hear him come back, only rolling back over when he pulls you to face him. He cleans you up with a warm washcloth before handing you some medicine and water for the soreness.

He grabs another blanket, throwing it over the both of you when he lays down with you, and you roll over so that you're facing him. He rubs over your body so gently that it nearly puts you to sleep, your eyelids feeling heavy.

"So, what happens now?" Connie asks, his voice barely audible to you, and you barely manage a shrug.

"What do you want to happen?" You move your head so that you can look at him, seeing that he's already looking at you.

"Well, I dunno if you could tell, but I like you a lot," he answers, "and not just for your body," he adds, and you huff as you roll your eyes.

"Does that explain the tattoo then?" you find yourself asking, and you think you see a faint blush on his face.

"Yeah, pretty much," he admits. "I was going through some stuff, and I really wanted you here. I thought it would help."

"You could've just called me," you say, your brows creasing slightly.

"Yeah, but you were out having fun, and I didn't wanna affect that," he responds, and you move further into him causing him to hold you closer to him.

"Well, now that I'm your girlfriend, you can call me any time," you whisper, the feeling of falling asleep right around the corner. You feel his chuckle vibrate against you, and right as sleep catches up to you, you hear it.

"I love you."

Your eyes close as you smile, placing a gentle kiss on his skin. "Love you, too, Con."

#connie springer x black reader #connie springer x reader #connie springer x black reader smut #connie springer x reader smut #connie springer smut #aot x black reader #aot x reader #aot smut #snk x black reader #snk x reader #snk smut #attack on titan fanfiction #snk fanfiction

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Suchwita, Ep. 12

SPOILER ALERT! If you don't want to know what we learn in this episode yet because you want to watch it yourself, scroll past, don't read.

June 10, Episode 12 of Suchwita ... as it turns out, we learn that Jin was the second-ever guest of Suchwita after Namjoon, and this was filmed Friday, Dec. 9, four days before Jin enlisted.

And here we go, not 45 seconds into it and I'm teary-eyed. WTF? I miss Jin.

Is it just me? Am I that big of a crybaby? I don't know why Jin makes me so emotional. I am so happy though that my BTS journey has allowed me to get to know him better and deepen my feelings for him because it sure wasn't that way in the beginning.

And I KNEW IT! Jin is making his own alcohol with Chef Baek's assistance and will have some ready when he's discharged from the military. I wondered about that back on Nov. 12 when I talked about "Drunk Truth with Jin".

SPOILER: After chatting a bit a surprise guest sneaks in.

And here it starts with Jungkook:

The three oldest chatted about getting nervous before performing while doing their solo projects and they mentioned how Jungkook did really great at the World Cup Opening Ceremony by himself (without the members). They are still very proud of their annoying little brother.

A topic they brought up was their award acceptance speech during the 2018 MAMA when Jin famously said they had considered disbanding... a lot of discourse has occurred because of this moment in Bangtan history...

The real reason they even considered it: they were exhausted. After working nonstop with only 1.5 days off each month for three months straight, they were ready to give it up. The were told they had to work that way to make it... and they knew the company was right. Nothing good comes easy. When you are in the thick of it, it is hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel. The reward. But they never lost sight of it, even when it became a pinprick.

The timeframe was much earlier in the year and so by the time this particular award show came up, their difficult time had passed and they had made the decision to keep going. This is what is so special about BTS, they are as transparent as they can be. Hobi said even through 2018 they had thought of themselves as the underdogs.

But they realized it took grit and determination to be the best they could be. They went on to talk about how they are all driven whenever they are doing something they feel good about and used the Run BTS choreo as an example. Yoongi said even if they had individual schedules they all showed up an hour early to rehearsals without being prompted to do so, it was just a thing they were all compelled to do. And Jin said, "isn't that a given?" where Yoongi replied, "it is, for us."

And that's the key. They believed in each other and in themselves. And Bang PD believed in them from the beginning and let them have at it to see how high they could go. They are still going and the heights reached so far were unimaginable at one time.

They have confidence and pride and belief in each other.

I absolutely loved this episode with the three of them giving us some personal insight into their dynamic. They spoke some about their different personalities and what they think they'd be doing if they didn't become BTS. Jin considers himself an "outsider" personality (someone who doesn't feel he fits in with anyone). He also does not consider himself a self-starter but will work really hard when told what to do (sounds much like JK). Jin said Hobi is the total opposite, and would easily find something to do. Hobi says he'd be doing something involving dance, and Yoongi said he'd be a songwriter.

And the way Yoongi described them as a group who didn't even know how to sing when they formed. Two amateur rappers, a street dancer, a theater major, a 15-year old middle-schooler, a good looking high-schooler and a modern dance major. He said it made no sense but they overcame all of that with ten years of hard work... "its just insane."

They talked about how they trained like pro athletes to learn how to breathe and sing while dancing the difficult choreography.

We got a major spoiler on this episode: Hobi will also appear in his own Suchwita episode and it will drop during the summer.

A type "J" guy?? June? July? Soon! Maybe the next episode! I am looking forward to more candid talk between Yoongi and Hobi. Maybe someone else will drop in unexpectedly.

They talk about their old dorms/living spaces. You know, I had heard that Yoongi was into renovating/remodeling and he mentions that he did this to their dorms. He said he had bidets installed in all three bathrooms. That is a really fascinating TMI don't you think?

The Suchwita editors sense of humor...

Jin says if he had to live with someone again it wouldn't be his brother, mom or dad, or Jungkook(?) or any other member, but he'd live with Yoongi again. AWWWWWW. These pictures made me tear up:

They started talking about Jin's enlistment and impending head-shaving. Then we get this pic with Jungkookie (he has been showing up a lot in this episode):

This supposedly happened on Sunday and his enlistment ceremony was on Tuesday. I thought JK and Yoongi were wearing the exact same outfits from Sunday as they were on Tuesday but JK was wearing black pants on Tuesday.

For Jin's "Time Machine" question answer he said he'd like to see the future in 2050 if they were still the same with each other and whether they'd still be living close together. And then Yoongi says this:

And Jin says "if we'd be sitting here talking (as a group) for 2 hours and then look over at Jungkook and ask him what his thoughts were, he'd say "What? What are you talking about?"

hahahahahaha omg LEAVE KOOKIE-POOKIE ALONE! do they know him through and through or what???? hahahahaha!

Yoongi said Jungkook will still be like that when he's 60 and that he hopes he never changes, and they both said they hope none of the members change when they grow older. AWWWWWW!!

Jin said his dream is to always be happy and that the key to happiness is doing what you love doing. At one time Jin had said doing music and performing with these amazing guys for a long time was his dream. Jin is just living the dream. I just know he is everyone's favorite person in his unit and on his base.

This episode of Suchwita was a really sweet, emotional one. Yoongi has been a major endorser for Bangtan forever and every time I see them reinforce their bond I get more excited for their future and what sort of music they will create. They understand each other professionally and personally and love each other unconditionally and its just a very rare thing to witness in such a harsh industry.

#the maknae was on everyone's mind #suchwita #yoongi #jin #hobi #jungkook #j-hope #i miss jin #i miss hobi

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