#Anyway happy birthday to the best girl best romance best everything | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

toxic-libra · 4 months

Text

style - jwy (m)

pairing: wooyoung x fem!reader (interactive here) words: 6.9k genre: second chance romance, smut warnings: 3rd person pov, this is 'based' on style - taylor swift, mentions of old hollywood movies (please watch them bc they're super good), smut with biting, thigh riding, oral (m and f), not my best work but give me a chance pls a/n: i was supposed to post this on his bday, but i was at taylor's concert and lmao i kind of got depressed after and hated everything i wrote. this is my debut with ateez so i wanted it to be perfect, but inspiration just fucked me up and i decided to post it anyway since it's been too long already :(

Jung Wooyoung remembered it all too well. He remembered how the delicate musky sandalwood of her signature perfume made his heart tug whenever she was near, the way his stomach flipped when their eyes met, and how his fingers always itched to be touching hers.

Autumns and winters were always the worst.

He could hear all the lines of Rebecca (1940), one of her favourite movies, whenever someone tried to make small talk with him about the weather.

‘Most girls will give their eyes for a chance to see Monte.’

Clenching his jaw, he locked his phone and tossed it aside, trying to digest the fact he was the one who took that damn picture and she decided to post it just when it had been two months since they las saw each other. Not that she was as considerate as to block him so he wouldn’t spend hours on her social media, feeding on any crumble of appearance she dignified her followers with.

Y/N was petty like that.

She didn’t block him, no. She muted him and vanished from his life, but she didn’t give him the pleasure of not having to erase her from his world. If he wanted her truly gone, then he had to do it himself… Which, of course, proved to be a failure.

Because he didn’t want her gone. He tried moving on, only it didn’t work.

Wooyoung wondered if she also thought they made a huge mistake.

Turning his streaming service on, he searched for another one of her 40’s TOP5. Clicking on ‘The Shop Around the Corner (1940)’, the Old Fashioned tasted way bitter on his tongue than it should.

With a condescending sigh, he relaxed against his couch, and waited for Klara Novak (played by Margarete Sullavan) and Alfred Kralik (James Stweart – not surprisingly, one of Y/N’s favourite actors) to engage in their enemies to lovers plot as if he didn’t see that damn movie a thousand times already. Only this time, like others during this year apart, she wasn’t around to swoon over any minor interaction and to almost beam in happiness when Mr. Kralik said:

‘Take me out of my envelope and kiss me.’

Oh, there he went again… Quoting old movies like it was part of his personality.

❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆ ❆

A month later

Y/N dried her hair and breathed in the woody scent of her haircare products – a tiny bit of her heart warming at the thought of Wooyoung. He used to love how she smelled.

“Are you ready, sis?” Jongho knocked at her bedroom door.

“Not even close! You can go first, I’ll tag along later.” She yelled back.

“I’ll wait, no problem. I’m afraid I’ll ruin the surprise by mistake.”

“You just wanna make sure you don’t miss his shocked face when he sees me.” She giggled.

“You know me too well.” He sighed in feigned despair. “But do hurry up, please.”

“I’ll try.”

Y/N couldn’t rush everything. She wanted to look so good Wooyoung would almost faint as soon as his eyes laid on her. Not that she wouldn’t almost faint either… Just the perspective of being at the same place he was made her throat dry.

She missed him in ways she never missed anyone else before.

Deciding on the black dress, she admitted that the fact that he loved that colour made her like it even more. The small slit that drew up her right thigh would also catch his attention, and she couldn’t wait to have it all for herself. Her jewellery were ones he gave her over her birthdays, just to poke at their own stupid game. She didn’t spend much time on make-up, choosing to remain simple and classic – eyeliner and red lipstick… Which Wooyoung also liked.

Most men hated being smudged with lip tint, but he adored it.

The first person she saw was Seonghwa. With one of the prettiest smiles that graced humanity, the tall and handsome man approached her with open arms.

“Isn’t this the greatest surprise ever?!” He chuckled, kissing her cheek.

“Glad you like it,” She hugged him tight. “Because I’m back for good.”

“Oh.” Although subtle, Hwa’s smile faltered slightly.

“What?” She frowned.

“Does everyone know you’re back?”

“As of now, just Jjong and you.”

“Right. Makes sense.” He muttered to himself, doing his best not to look over his shoulder. It would be heart wrenching to let Y/N see Wooyoung with his date first thing inside the party.

Of course, she would eventually meet them… There was no way his friend would be as crass as leaving the girl alone because his ex (and the woman he was still in love with) was back in town. Wooyoung could be a little impulsive, but he had manners. And Y/N probably wouldn’t get that hurt from it, but she’d get hurt, nonetheless.

“What makes sense?”

“Oh, the fact that the boys were so quiet. If they knew you were coming, they’d be hyped as fuck.” It wasn’t even a lie, just not exactly the truth. “Let’s grab you a drink and get going, then.”

Hwa’s smile was slightly off, but she didn’t point it out.

Ordering her standard autumn/winter drink – French Connection –, Y/N relaxed against the bar stool. Jongho was nowhere to be seen, which made her a bit insecure. Things were always bit easier when her brother was next to her.

“So, what else is new? How are you guys doing?”

She was fishing for information, obviously. She couldn’t directly ask about Wooyoung because her friends didn’t know they secretly met in Monaco more often than not.

In her defence, the first time happened rather unexpectedly, and it led to a second, and a third… By the fourth, they decided it was better to pretend every time was an accident and keep their friends out of it. Wooyoung normally wouldn’t be this good keeping secrets, however, something in him had shifted. His boyish air had vanished almost completely, leaving his wicked jaw and sharp eyes without the warmth he once carried within him.

He walked with confidence, still. Nonetheless, every move seemed calculated, controlled. The carefree Jung Wooyoung she loved was swept by the future CEO Jung. And while she looked at Seonghwa, she wondered if he had noticed that too.

“We’re fine… We’ll probably be even better with you around now.”

“I hope so.” she grinned as the bartender handed her a glass. “Oh, thank you. Where are the lads? I want to see them. Is everyone here? Hongjoong too?”

With a sigh, he held her hand. “Listen, darling, I’ve something to tell you.”

“Go on.”

“Woo… Wooyoung came here with a girl.”

For a second, Y/N felt the air burning her lungs at the same time someone punched her stomach. Well, she supposed he wouldn’t stay single forever… However, the fact that she had to witness it three months after meeting him was too sour and pitiful. “Oh, I see.” Her voice came out crooked.

“It’s nothing serious, I’m sure. Just a date for the party.” Hwa squeezed her fingers tenderly. “You know he’s still as much in love with you as you are with him.”

But before she could react to his words, her attention laid on the man in question: dressed in a black three-piece suit, his dark long hair was slicked back, only some bangs’ locks falling off from the gel hairstyle. Y/N clenched her jaw, heart thumping so fast she was sure everyone could hear it. Luckily, there was no girl next to him, only her friends.

“Shall we go greet them?” With a haughty pose, one that differed completely from what she felt inside, she tugged at Hwa’s arm, dragging him towards their group.

In slow motion, Wooyoung watched Y/N approach him. When their eyes met, the party seemed to disappear, only the two of them in the ballroom. His fingers flexed on the Old Fashioned glass, demanding a lot of self-control as not to rush to her, hug her tight and kiss her senseless. He couldn’t do that for a thousand reasons, but the impulse was almost cruel.

He still loved her.

He was afraid he’d always love her.

“Long time no see, Wooyoung.” Her smirk was subtle, and there was a twinkle of mirth in her beautiful orbs. The playful tone was laced with politeness, but he knew her all too well.

As if they didn’t see each other a month ago in Monaco, he breathed slowly, letting his lips stretch and mimic hers. “Long time no see, Y/N.”

Straightening her back, her suave pose disappeared as a girl’s hand rolled around his forearm. Then, the jest was replaced by possessiveness, gaze darkening. Jealousy was the lousiest bitch.

“Oh, hello! I’m Lia.”

Well, at least that didn’t come accompanied by ‘His girlfriend’.

“Enchanted. I’m Y/N Choi.”

And since the girl didn’t react at the sound of her name, Y/N supposed she was rather new there. Lia was new enough to not know about her, and wouldn’t stick around enough to do so.

“I can’t believe she’s back!” Hongjoong celebrated, a huge grin on his face and open arms.

“I’m back, Joong.” She agreed, hugging him. “Back for good!”

“That’s awesome!”

“Were you living abroad?” Lia questioned, curious.

Y/N sipped on her drink, cocking her head to the side. “I wouldn’t call it ‘living’, but you could say that, yeah.” It was more like ‘suffering while trying to pretend everything was fine’.

“Why, though?” The quip came from Wooyoung. His eyes were glinting with a mix of grudge and challenge. “I thought you’ve always wanted to move abroad.”

“Where did you live? Europe? The USA?” Lia butted in.

“I spent some time between London and Monaco.”

“Oh my God! Monaco must’ve been a dream! I’ve heard there are some cute guys there, and rich too. Did you meet any? Are they really handsome?”

Y/N chuckled, feeling rather silly for being jealous of that girl. No one would dare to talk about crushes and money in front of a potential boyfriend, so that meant Lia felt nothing for Wooyoung, right? “Oh, I wasn’t feeling like… Meeting new people there.”

Which wasn’t exactly a lie. Why meet any boy if her heart was still set on her ex? Why pretend she could replace him with another rich dude?

She couldn’t, it was pointless.

Not when Monaco screamed them. If she was Taylor Swift, ‘Cornelia Street’ would be called ‘Monte Carlo’. And like Taylor said on her lyrics, Y/N couldn’t walk around any corner of the small principality without being reminded of Jung Wooyoung.

It didn’t help that, although breaking up, they engaged in secret rendezvous more often than not… And each reunion just proved her how any other men paled in comparison to him. It was ridiculous to have an ‘affair’ with her own ex-boyfriend; she always condemned people that broke up and still kept hooking up with each other… Until it happened to her.

To be quite honest, the reason they broke up wasn’t exactly because of bad behaviour. There wasn’t cheating, nor deceiving. They didn’t fall out of love, either – in fact, Y/N was sure she loved him even more with each month apart. However, love alone wasn’t enough to calm her restless mind, and he too seemed eager for… Well, she didn’t know?! Things were just different. The weight of responsibilities and the need to make something, any difference in the world drove them apart.

Wooyoung was taking his position in his father’s business, and Y/N had no idea of what to do with her life (again). She acknowledged her timing was shitty, for he needed something concrete to hold onto while everything changed… But… She was afraid of not being good enough for him. He was becoming the Business Prince he was born to be, and she… She was just the shallow heiress with nothing important on her ‘life curriculum’ that the media thought her to be.

Then, London seemed a good escape.

It was a familiar place, offering her some comfort. Not warm and soothing like Wooyoung’s presence in her existence, but enough to keep her going.

She occupied her mind with a Master’s degree in Creative Writing, and when it was over, she had the overwhelming desire to call Wooyoung and tell him she finally did something about those 68 stories she wrote throughout her writing life.

Now, they were face to face and she didn’t know what to exactly say.

“Right…” Jongho intervened. “Big sis, we should greet some people now.”

And like smoke, Y/N disappeared from his sight for the next hour.

Ordering his third Old Fashioned, Wooyoung recognised the almond-shaped red nails, especially the black onyx ring on her middle finger.

“A Death in The Afternoon, please.” She smiled at the bartender.

“No French Connection?” He looked at her.

“Summer habits die hard.”

“I thought you preferred winter.”

“Any champagne of preference, miss?” The man asked Y/N.

“Veuve Clicquot.” They answered at the same time.

She sighed, biting a faux grin and playing with the gold band on her finger. “I see we still have some stuff in common… Does your date like signet rings?”

Wooyoung was wearing his black onyx signet ring… Y/N’s one twin.

“I’ve no idea; never asked her.” His eyes traced her neck. “No pearls?”

“Not with black satin.” She quoted Rebecca (1940), heart thumping with expectation.

“I thought it was never wearing neither one nor the other.”

Thank God he still remembered the movie!

“You can’t blame me for loving pearls and black satin, I look divine in them.” She jested, flicking her hair in a haughty way. “So, I try not to wear them together.”

Ogling her from head to toe, Wooyoung’s grin was one of a panther, although he felt his stomach tightening and the annoying dryness of his throat. “Cheers to that. You do look divine.”

“Thank you. I put a lot of effort in this.”

“It wasn’t needed. You look good in anything.” ‘Even better if stark naked’, but he obviously wouldn’t say that. Before he could comment on something else, his drink arrived. “Thanks, lad.” Turning to her once more, he kept grinning, although less sincerely. “So, see you around, Y/N.”

“Wait.” She called out before she could stop herself. He just raised his eyebrow, like he used to do whenever giving someone his initial attention. “I was hoping we could talk about my being back home… At some point this weekend, maybe?! Are you free?”

“I’ll be free after the party, if you want.”

“Well, don’t you have other plans with your date?”

“I don’t and you already know it.”

“Why did you invite her?”

“I couldn’t just invite you, could I?” He retorted.

Her jaw clenched, swallowing the apologise. They were in public, not the right place to discuss their relationship. “Text me when you’re ready, and we can meet up.”

“Alright.”

“See you later, then, Woo.”

“See ya, Y/N.”

Wooyoung still lived in the same penthouse. It was painful sometimes, for the whole place had a bit of Y/N in it. He kept their photographs, kept the clothes she left behind, kept everything he could. It wasn’t his wisest decision, however, breaking up with her wasn’t one of them either.

And now she was back.

She was back and wanted to talk about it.

Now, way past three in the morning, he wasn’t drunk, but had the weirdest taste on his mouth – something like hope. His heart was beating heavily against his chest, and he couldn’t wait to smell her again. To touch her, kiss her, set every emotion free.

Dragging himself to the mirror of the entrance hall, he combed his hair with his fingers and smoothed out his shirt, opening two buttons just because.

At the sound of the doorbell, he took a deep breath and straightened his back.

“Well…”

The small, almost timid smile Y/N gave him was enough to make his knees wobble.

“Hi there… Uh…” She opened her arms. “Here I am.”

With a chuckle, one that made her eyes water a bit, for it resembled the Old Wooyoung so much, he let his body cage hers, holding her in a tight hug.

Wooyoung always gave the best hugs.

“Hi there, love.” His voice was slightly raspy, quite full of emotion, the nickname slipping past his tongue before he had any chance to keep it locked.

They remained there for a minute or two, feeding on each other’s presence and feeling each other’s warmth as if the sun was finally out after a fortnight-long storm.

“I’m back, Woo.” She said against his torso. “I’m back for good now.”

“And what does it mean?”

Y/N knew he wanted to hear her exact words, even though he already knew why she was there. And, because she loved him so, she didn’t have any problem laying her chest bare for him.

“It means I’m sorry I backed off when you needed support. Sorry I freaked out and thought lowly of me, and ended up hurting you… Hurting us in the process.” She put some distance between them, trying to be as honest as possible. “All this time apart proved to me that you’re my only one and I was really dumb for thinking I could ever move on from you.” She offered him a shy smile. “I wanted to be worthy of you, but I didn’t understand I could do that while being with you. My mind and insecurities blinded me, and I ran away. I hurt you deeply, and I’m so very sorry.”

Wooyoung nodded, face serious.

“You did hurt me.” He agreed. “I wondered what had happened, why you stopped loving me.”

“I didn’t.”

“This was clear by our second meeting in Monaco.” His grin was slightly off. “But it angered me that, although we kept seeing each other, you never suggested for us to get back together.”

“I still thought you deserved better.”

“Well, turns out I’m the one who gets to decide who or what is good for me, Y/N. And you were it.” He noticed how her expression dropped, probably due to the use of past tense. And Wooyoung had learned to be cruel to others, his job required him to be cold and controlled, but he could never be like that with Y/N. “And you still are, even though you hurt me.” Her beautiful eyes stared at his, hopeful. “When I saw you at the party tonight, the world slowed down. It’s no use pretending I don’t miss you and I don’t love you; we’re old enough to stop playing these games now. It was alright when you were in Europe, but now you’re back, and I’m not in the mood for halves. So, it’s either all of it, or nothing at all. It’s either starting over together, or ending everything.”

She didn’t hesitate, despite the ultimatum. “I want to start over. I want to be with you.”

“So no running away whenever things get difficult, nor making assumptions, ok?! I’m not one of giving second chances, Y/N.” He warned. “And I’m not interested in having my heart broken again. I hate being like this, hate being sceptical and cold. This isn’t me.”

Y/N nodded. “I won't let my insecurities and paranoia hurt you again.”

“You can talk to me, you know? I want to make you happy, see you happy. If things get hard, I’m more than honoured to be your safe-haven… You don’t have to move to fucking Europe to sort it out.” He rolled his eyes, sounding more like the Wooyoung he once was.

“Want me to pinkie-promise?” She stuck her pinkie out, grinning.

“God, how I’ve missed your inability to take things serious!”

“Hey! I’m mature now.”

“Nah,” He shook his head, one hand cupping her cheek. “You’re mine now.”

“I’ve been yours the whole time, and I don’t plan on running away ever again.”

“Thank God.” Wooyoung whispered against her lips, starting a searing kiss.

Y/N relished in his lips, fingers threading in his dark locks. He tasted like Old Fashioned and home; he felt like the rays of sunshine on a spring day; he smelled like the best mix of spiciness and man. She couldn’t get enough of him, and it was pointless trying to pretend so.

“Woo, I…” Her voice was breathy, conflicted.

“You…?” He frowned, brown eyes fixed on hers. “Should I stop?”

“No, don’t!” She sighed. “It’s just… I don’t know if… There’s something I need to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“I…” Well, they’d agreed to be back together, right? It was better getting it off her chest quickly, so he wouldn’t doubt her later on. “I love you.”

With an easy smile, one that obviously didn’t mirror the flood of emotions, Wooyoung kissed her urgently, again. She sighed against his mouth, tongue quickly searching for his before she lost her last thinking brain cell. It didn’t take more than a minute before a cheeky and feminine hand found its way down his torso, tracing with pointy nails from his belly to his crotch. Wooyoung pulled at her hair, pushing her face upwards and changing their kiss angle, then, he groped her ass, relishing on the feeling of her plump bottom and the luxurious velvet of her dress.

Y/N gasped for air, pressing sloppy kisses on his jaw and neck. She gave him small bites, sucking on his skin and mirroring how she would do on more private areas. She untucked his shirt off his trousers and fumbled with his belt, patience running thin.

Why the fuck was he wearing a belt, in the first place?!

“Don’t you dare getting on your knees now.” He warned, predicting her actions.

“Pardon?” She hesitated.

“I’ll come so fast if you give me a blowjob, we’ll lose all the fun.” There was an adorable blush on his cheeks, despite his mockery tone and bossy warning before.

Her heart tugged at the sight.

“Then we do need a new approach, for I was really hoping to choke on your cum as soon as possible.” Now it was her turn to say something obscene with flushed cheeks.

“May I choke on yours first?” He offered, a smirk growing on his lips.

“By all means.” Y/N giggled, shaking her head in agreement.

Wooyoung pushed her against the wall, eyeing her for a brief second before stealing another kiss. At every stroke of his tongue there was a silent promise; he tried to pour both love and lust in it. Then, he got on his knees, pushing her dress upwards and revealing her legs. Y/N helped him by holding on the skirts, bunching the fabric up next to her waist. She felt his hands on her feet, undoing her shoes, then they were on shins, tickling their way to her thighs until they rested on her bum, kneading at the flesh in pure hunger.

Wooyoung kissed her lower stomach, nibbling lightly at her smooth skin. “I’ve missed you so much.” He murmured against her, grip tightening.

“I’ve missed you too.”

“But I’ve missed you more.”

“Is this a competition?” She eyed him in defiance.

“What if it is?!”

Y/N chuckled, combing his hair out of his forehead.

“Then I won.”

“I don’t think so.” Wooyoung touched her panties, his thumb drawing small circles right on her core. He kissed her right there, his tongue swiping up and down the lace and its warmth travelling through the fabric, making her shiver. “You better hold onto my shoulders, love.”

Y/N moaned loudly, feeling her legs bend a bit and skin tingle. She quickly took her dress off and tossed it aside; getting drunk in the way Wooyoung’s eyes sparkled as he looked up, hypnotised by her boobs. She rested her head against the wall with a loud thud, but pain was the last thing on her mind. Slowly, he rolled her undergarments down and launched his mouth on her, sucking and licking in lazy strokes like those that he knew would drive her insane. His touch, his kisses, his presence… She beamed in joy at the sight of him, and she would regret every second of their breakup because it was a waste of time for both of them. As for Wooyoung, he knew no other woman would compare to her; no one else fitted him as Y/N did.

She tugged at his hair, forcing her hips down to create a bit more friction. His short nails scratched her thighs, bringing her even closer. Normally, she would prefer to lay, but there was something rather wicked about that position, especially knowing that they were by the door… It didn’t matter he lived in the penthouse, she wondered if people on the other floors could listen.

His heart fluttered as she came, the most wicked and lustful moan of his name coming from her lips. Y/N felt gooey, her legs begging for buckling down and resting anywhere… Preferable on a bed… However, Wooyoung seemed to have other plans.

Tugging her by the hand, he brought her to the nearest chair in his living room and sat down with her nestled on his lap. He kissed her jaw, delicately biting at the flesh.

“Ride my thigh, love.” He murmured against her chin. It sounded like a suggestion, but Y/N understood the meaning: an order.

“While you’re wearing trousers?”

“Mm-hm.” He shook his head in agreement, finger pads pinching one of her nipples.

“Won’t it stain?”

Wooyoung’s eyes flew back to hers, a mockery gleam fighting its way beyond the lust.

“Are you trying to gain yourself some minutes?”

Busted.

Ugh, how she hated him for knowing her so well!

“I’m just thinking about how embarrassing it’ll be for those doing your laundry.”

“I’ll do it instead.”

“You? Doing the laundry?!” Y/N grinned in pure jest. “Jung Wooyoung, part-time millionaire and part-time CEO, doing housework?!”

“Full-time millionaire and full-time love of your life, as decided minutes ago.”

“What an amazing career.”

“You just gotta focus on what you do best.” He shrugged, putting on a serious expression though his voice was soft, cheerful even.

“Well, God help me, for you do that perfectly.”

Y/N kissed him, shivering when his arms rounded her waist to pull her closer to his crotch.

“Ride my thigh, Y/N.” Wooyoung said again.

Her eyes flew shut after listening to her name falling from his lips. Promptly, she moved, straddling his leg and rocking her hips against his pants. One of Wooyoung’s hands groped on her ass while the other went up, scratching her ribs on the way to her boobs. His head dipped down, tongue darting around the bud, licking and sucking it as he felt her body tensing.

“It’s too much.” She moaned.

He paid her no mind, keeping the assault until she started trembling.

“Can’t you take it?” He rasped against her collarbones. “Can’t you do it for me?”

Y/N gulped, mouth dry and heart beating so fast she was sure Wooyoung could hear it. She was also sure he knew she would do whatever he wanted as long as he kept making her feel good, so she just went back on grinding on his thigh without answering directly to his question. Besides, words escaped her as her second orgasm approached.

“Fuck, love, you’re fascinating.” it came out breathy, Wooyoung’s teeth sinking onto her shoulder. He felt the spot next to his knee wet, noticed her hips losing strength speed.

It was the second bite that undid her truly. She shook, nails leaving red lines on his backs and arms tightening around his neck, bringing him even closer. Then she collapsed against him, panting. Wooyoung peppered kisses around her jaw, smoothing her hair and praising her for being the best of girls, for obeying him and cumming again.

“Wooyoung,” Y/N croaked. “I’ve made a mess of your trousers.”

“It’s ok, love. We’ll take it off.” He smiled softly. “Are your legs working?”

“Barely, but I can try to stand up.”

“No, no, no. I’ll just put you...” He murmured while pushing her to the side and standing up himself, leaving her on the chair. “See? I’ll take it off.”

“Oh, no, wait!” Y/N slapped his hand. “Let me do this.”

Fuck, he could cum on the spot. She really was at his house, the living room’s dim light casting over her while she fumbled with his trousers, and it downed on Wooyoung that she was back.

And she still loved him.

And they were together again.

“Here, sit down, you’re making me uncomfortable.” She gestured, getting on her feet too.

Oh, damn, he knew where that was going.

“What did I tell you about getting on your knees?”

“You choked on my cum already, now it’s my turn. Be fair!” Y/N pouted.

Wooyoung blinked slowly, taking a deep breath.

“Oh, God, the things I wanna do to you.” His thumb caressed her bottom lip. Soon, he forced it in, attentively staring at her mouth while she sucked it inside, cheeks hollowing. “Please, if you could do the same to my dick, I would…”

“It’ll be a pleasure.” Y/N chuckled, bringing his hand to full view and tracing her tongue on the tip of his finger. His chestnut eyes were a shade darker, pupils blown open.

“All mine, I guarantee.”

But before she could dive in, a familiar ringtone erupted from the floor, his trousers vibrating at the rhythm. It startled them, though Y/N’s reaction was only a small grin whereas Wooyoung’s was an annoyed grunt, cussing in a low voice.

“Maybe you should pick it up?”

“Absolutely not.” He refused to move and spoil the moment. His dick was hard, he finally had her back and between his legs (ready to suck the soul out of him)… He waited more than a fucking year for that, whoever called could damn wait too.

“What if it’s important?”

“There’s nothing more important than your pretty mouth around my cock, love.”

“But…”

“On your knees, darling.”

She gulped, slightly annoyed by the fact he could change the mood with only one phrase. It never failed to surprise how much effect he had on her.

Trying not to let his temper rise, Y/N went back between his legs. She caressed his thighs, nails trailing them slightly. Then, she went up, unbuttoning his shirt while he glanced at her with a hunger in his eyes. She pushed off his shirt, being awarded with the sight of his tattoo. Hands palming his torso, she mapped his skin, tracing the Latin phrase, wanting nothing more than to eat him open. She licked her lips, heart thumping loudly against her ribcage.

“Why are you staring?” He wondered. “Do I look too tempting?” He jested.

“Yes.” She didn’t hesitate. “Delicious as fuck and all mine.”

“I like how it sounds.” Wooyoung dipped his head down, pecking her lips. “And you’re all mine.”

“Always have been.” She agreed.

His stomach churned at the gleam of lust in her beautiful eyes. “Suck.”

The order came out simple and serious, a bit like the new Wooyoung he was.

Y/N’s hands found purchase on his thighs, the very ones she rode a while ago. Well, she was already in the rain… Let it all get wet.

Literally.

She gathered some saliva, palming his dick and spitting right on its head. Wooyoung breathed audibly, chest rising in a lungful expanse. Y/N moved her hand on him, spreading her spit and hearing his quiet moan. With a grin, she closed her eyes and sank down on his shaft, tongue circling the tip and tasting the salty pre-cum.

“Fuck.” He groaned.

She wasn’t that good with having dicks on her throat, always gagging and getting teary eyed, but this time she wanted to surprise him. She wanted to make him feel as marvellous as she felt during her two orgasms. Hence, she watched her breathing and swallowed him deeper. Wooyoung said something through gritted teeth, a hand flying to her hair and holding her head in place. Y/N hollowed her cheeks, bobbing up and down for a brief minute, forcing the movement against Wooyoung’s command. His hips bucked, making his cock hit her throat and she feel the burn in her eyes, tears coming almost automatically.

“Fuck, love, you’re gonna…”

He was cut mid-sentence by her gaze and thought he would explode. If there was anything hotter than her sucking him off and his cock was gagging her… Wooyoung didn’t really want to know. He honestly wouldn’t survive it.

Y/N repeated the motion, then she backed off with a gasp, drooling all over him. His hands were shaking, making him slightly embarrassed.

“Don’t stop even if I gag.” She ordered.

“Ugh, the things I wanna do to you, darling…”

“It’ll have to wait a bit.” She kept her fingers busy, caressing him while she took a breath.

Then, Wooyoung watched, mesmerised, Y/N’s wickedness take control: she turned her attention to his balls, licking it up and nibbling at the sensitive skin like he used to do with her clit. Words escaped him, so all he did was let out a raspy moan, tightening his grip on her hair.

Her tongue swirled around his shaft and she swallowed him again, tilting her head slightly so he could start fucking her mouth. He caught on her idea and adjusted his position, moving his hips smoothly, testing the angle. Y/N gagged once again, because that way he hit a spot too close to her throat, and although it was a bit uncomfortable, she couldn’t be hornier. Just tasting him and hearing him moan, knowing it was her own doing… It made her all wet and desperate. Glancing up, she locked eyes with Wooyoung – he looked hypnotised, almost drunk on the scene… On her.

It was all so erotic, so lustful, so right. He couldn’t tear his gaze as his dick disappeared on her plump lips, accepting all of him in as if she was born to suck him off, as if she was starving for it.

“Can I cum in your mouth, love?” He asked, wiping a small tear from her eye, his thumb caressing her cheekbone while he kept thrusting inside. “Or should I cum in your pussy?”

She whimpered, doing her best to shake her head positively, nails clawing at his thighs for support. Her knees were starting to hurt, legs sore and quite numb, but she really wanted to taste him before they properly fucked.

At her consent, Wooyoung’s mind clouded, Y/N being the only thought echoing. He shivered, the orgasm hitting so strong his belly clenched and his toes curled; he spilled inside her mouth, a deep, sexy groan erupting from his own.

Y/N swallowed and wiped her mouth, climbing his legs and sitting on his lap. She caressed his face, drawing all of his angles and mapping them on her mind once again.

“I love you.” She whispered next to his ear. “And I intend to make it up to you every day.”

“You’re a fucking minx.” Wooyoung murmured, a small smile reaching his mouth.

“Full-time minx?” She joked.

“Yeah. And full-time love of my life, so don’t fret.”

“Good.” Y/N stole a peck. “Good.”

They kissed in a lazy, tooth-aching romantic dance. He could taste himself on her tongue, and it was addictive, making him want to ravish her on the spot.

Then, after catching some breath and regaining more strength, Wooyoung hooked his arms around her legs and stood up, grinning at her wide eyes and high-pitched yelp.

“Hold tight, love. We’re going to the couch.”

“You should’ve said that before.” She giggled.

Wooyoung moved as if he was used to carry her all the time. Laying her down, he hovered over her, kissing her once more. This time, it was sloppy, teeth clashing as they touched each other all over – Y/N’s sharp nails digging at his back, leaving red lines on its length, while he groped at her thighs and ass, letting her wet pussy grind against his stomach and hips. She moaned, breaking the kiss and bending her head backwards when she felt his touch creeping down, stopping right at her core. Wooyoung didn’t mind it, kissing her neck instead, and plunging two fingers inside her, moving them slowly.

“Oh, fuck.” Y/N cursed. “Please, Woo, please.”

“What are you begging for, love?” He chuckled, eyes sparkling with mirth and lust, heart beating a bit too fast at her desperation, at the fact that she was his again.

“You.” Her teeth tucked his bottom lip at the same time she tugged at his hair, her pupils blown wide, hungry and desperate for anything he could give her. “Always for you.”

“But I’m already yours, Y/N.”

“But I want more. I want everything, Woo.”

“Your wish is my command, darling.” Setting his fingers free, it was time to fuck her properly.

He thrusted, finally linking their bodies. She hugged him, nails digging onto his back and leaving crescent marks; her legs pulled him even closer. His cock twitched, being devoured by her tight cunt. Wooyoung couldn’t even control his own muscles, so eager for his own release and to make Y/N feel good, like she deserved after repenting.

They were so focused on each other that every movement felt calculated, synchronised. Where she went, he followed, and vice-versa. His belly tensed up when one of her hands held his ass, groping at it while she let out a low, sexy laugh.

“You fucking minx.”

“It’s mine to touch,” She pouted, bathed in feminine power. “All mine.”

Something switched in his demeanour and Y/N gasped in surprise as he pulled her arms up, a strong hand blocking them from moving.

“Well, you’re all mine too. Mine to touch,” He brought another hand up, fingers intertwining with hers. “Mine to kiss,” A hungry, wet kiss stolen. “Mine to please,” His pace quickened, cock throbbing while she clenched around it. “Mine to…”

Love.

He growled, combusting in emotions. Y/N seemed to understand, because her eyes shone in a warm, romantic gleam. She got teary, pleasure so unbearable, so suffocating her body couldn’t take it anymore. She was still sensitive from the other orgasm, which made this one stronger, more devastating. Gripping at Wooyoung’s hands, she found in him her safe-haven.

Feeling her clenching around him just made his dick harder, and he was surprised at the fact… Normally he had to rest a bit before he went from one orgasm to another. Sitting up, Wooyoung hugged her by the waist, bringing her body closer, letting her nipples grind against his torso as she rocked against him in a steady speed. Bouncing, Y/N created enough friction and Wooyoung moved to match her speed, their muffled moans paired up with their hips colliding were the only noises echoing in the room.

They kissed again, messily and hungrily. She held him with such strength, anchoring on him as if her life depended on that. It was intense and raw, her body subconsciously trying to conquer his, claim his as hers… Although she didn’t need that anymore. He wouldn’t belong to anyone else… He didn’t want to. It was Y/N from the beginning.

“I’ll probably leave some red marks on your shoulders…”

“It’s ok.” He kissed her jaw, muffling another moan.

At each sharp and fast thrust, at each moan and kiss, they got further lost on each other. His dick twitched in earnest, feeling her so snug and wet around him. Y/N trembled at the breath denial, causing her stomach to tighten in delight. Wooyoung felt his body giving up and cursed low, unable to hold back anymore.

“Love…” He rasped. “Are you with me?”

Her teary eyes were enough answer. Wooyoung wanted to say a couple dirty things, however, the grip she had on his cock robbed him his sanity, so he just plunged on her violently, guiding both of them to the climax. Y/N shook from head to toe, moaning his name like a prayer and squeezing him like she had claws. He bit on her shoulder again because he knew she loved that. His fingers dug into her skin, also leaving marks.

The only noises were their panting. He rested his face against her neck, giving it small bites and kisses. Playing with his dark, long locks, Y/N sighed in contempt. How could she think it was possible to be happy without him when she was only happy with him, because of him?!

“Why?” She heard his muffled voice.

“What?”

“Why are you sighing?” He moved slightly, so they could look at each other.

“Just because.”

“Perhaps because you’re in your favourite place in the world with your favourite person?”

She couldn’t help but chuckle. “God, you’re so conceited!” Slightly tugging at his hair, she shook his head a bit. “My favourite place is Monaco.”

“This still makes me your favourite person.” He grinned.

“Aren’t you going to sleep?” Playfully rolling her eyes, she pouted.

“I’m not tired at all. I suggest we grab a bottle of Veuve Clicquot and celebrate a bit more, hm?”

“Will you help me remove my make-up first?”

“Of course, it’s classic Y/N-Wooyoung behaviour.”

She smiled, knowing that everything would be alright again.

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez scenarios #wooyoung scenarios #wooyoung smut

134 notes · View notes

goldengirlls · 2 years

Text

prologue

summary— before you, there was no me

pairing— proathlete!bucky x reader

warnings— language, drinking, heart break, tooth rotting fluff and smooches

a/n— thought it was time i share a version of bucky!! and HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BABY BOY SEB!!!

series masterlist

twelve years ago

“Dude Buck, did ya hear the news?” His very own partner in crime— Steve Rogers spoke. Grinning ear to ear.

“Huh? What news Steve?“ Puzzled and looking at his friend like he grew three heads as he took his seat in the stuffy middle school classroom.

“There's a new girl.” His eyebrows wiggled around and a smirk formed on the word new.

“Yes Steve I did as a matter of—.”

It was one of those breathless moments when he saw you for the very first time. In a stuffy eighth grade classroom in Brooklyn with a dopey boyish smile plastered on his face and steel eyes sparkling a little brighter when he saw you.

Dusty cheeks and light pink colored lips. Cotton candy sunsets and peonies he’d declare as yours. Opium and fresh linen invaded his thoughts as it lingered in the love sick atmosphere.

A smile that he swore was sweeter than Winnie’s homemade cinnamon rolls. He watched as you tucked a piece of hair between your ear and sat two feet from him.

Gold soaring through his chest when your eyes connected with his— dizzy and out of breath. He needed a second to regain his composure, he couldn’t embarrass himself— not yet anyways. How could someone you’ve never spoken to make you feel that way? But that didn’t matter because the moment his eyes fell on you, you were it for him. No other person in the world would matter to him the way you were going to.

The world stopped and the stars aligned. He was love struck. And in that moment his world would never be the same.

“Hi I’m Y/n.” A glow tinted your cheekbones, glossy lips— boy did he wanna kiss you for the rest of his life. And your eyes, were they twinkling? Yeah, no they were, just like the stars on a warm night looking over the bridge. “James, right?”

“Uh— yeah, that’s me James.” Red brushed over his face and his bottom lip coming between his white smile teeth. “Or Bucky.”

“Nice to meet you, James or Bucky.” Gentle eyes sweeping across his face as your smile curved into the symbol of night.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n.” Tongue tied and hopelessly in love. He was living in the golden hour. “James.”

The pause heavy and present “Sorry?”

“I like the way you say it.”

“Alright, James.”

Sunshine on a rainy day. The brightest star in the sky. Now his favorite constellation— the one he would come to know the most about. By far the best planet in the universe. And one day you would be his entire universe. That he was sure of. Promise of tomorrow, he thought. You would be everything he never knew he needed in his life.

James Buchanan Barnes was royally screwed.

ten years ago

Personal space didn’t exist when you were around Bucky. You learned after years of friendship spent with late night conversations under your white sheets, stolen glances and many sporting events where he’d claim he needed to hold your hand. Y’know just in case. It was a romance straight out of movies— best friends fall for one another and boy did you fall hard for the six foot steel eyed boy.

It only got worse when you two started dating. And boy were you okay with all that came with the boyish smile, baseball cap and those two words— my girl.

Always needing to feel you in some capacity— whether it was his hand slotting into yours, fingers intertwining with one another or his bicep wrapped around your neck as he mumbled into your hairline I love you as he walked you to class.

“James— Jamie— you’re gonna get in trouble with Coach.” Managing to mumble out as his lips attacked the column of your neck. Stray kisses adorned your jawline, bruises left in the path of his destruction. His bicep rippling next to your head, the hat he once wore littered on the floor and his palm meeting the small of your back the more he pressed against you.

“Mhm don’t care. Can’t wear this outfit and expect me to be a gentleman around m’girl.” He quipped right back, pulling away for one moment. Breathless and lovestruck.

His head spinning when his eyes trace over you. The glow of your skin, dusty cheeks and your voice delicate and soft when you respond to his antics.

“James you say that about every outfit I wear-“ You mumble out before his lips connect with the corners of your mouth, then connecting your lips with his. Needing to remember the way your lips felt against his, the watermelon lip gloss with a dash of mint, the way you hum in content when he finds home along them. His tongue swiping over yours—begging you to let him in. A craving only getting worse by the second.

“‘S true. Walkin’ around all the time lookin’ illegal. How do you expect me to be a gentleman or for a matter of fact keep my hands to myself. Afterall us baseball boys are good with our ha—“ lips cutting him off, the only way to ever shut him up— he once told you and he smiles into the all consuming kiss.

Bucky knew you better than baseball. It was the little details for him— the dimple on the right side above your cheek, the crease you’d get between your forehead when you thought too vicariously about something, the fidgeting of your necklaces when you were anxious, all of that made him love you a little more everyday. The brightest star in the sky.

Hands pushing him away from you, still engulfing your presence and a pointed look thrown at him, “You have a game to win.” You mutter out, fixing the mess he created— shit eating smirk adorning his face as he watches you.

“Fine, fine, ‘m going but I'll see ya tonight and I expect eight when you get there.” Adam apple bobbing, hands resting on each side of you against the gym wall. But not before he presses one (or a few) more symbols of his love from his lips to your jaw making his way back to your pillow lips. Just one more kiss, for good luck he mumbled against you, before he reluctantly pushed himself off you before he got carried away. On last fleeting look as he catches himself in the door way shooting you a wink and his lips carve eight into the air around him.

“Idiot.” Cloudy colored manicured fingers trace over your lips and glimmer in your eye as you make your way to the stadium to watch your love struck baseball boy.

Today's were his and his tomorrow's were yours, so he thought.

eights years ago

If he could go back and change everything— he would. In a blink of an eye. A snap of his fingers.

It was on repeat. A never ending cycle. A horrible nightmare he couldn’t come out of.

Every word floated around his head, the twinkle in your eyes— disappeared into the night, your fingers turning a part of him— an anxious habit he never thought he’d be the reason for. It haunted him. Living in his mind were the words he spoke to you that made you crumble and break into pieces he knew he couldn’t fix. Bucky never imagined he would be the reason for not only his nightmares but yours. Something he felt everyday for the past eight years.

The goodbye on a cruel loop with a broken button he couldn’t fix.

Blue baseball cap crumbled in his hand, red painted his face, his gaze never left your broken eyes. He watched a tear slide down the place he kissed before each game and held between his hands when he confessed that he was head over heels in love with you.

Your eyes always welcomed him home. Always reminding him that with one look from you, everything would be okay. He was safe. Instead the eyes that once danced with the moon as stars sprinkled in her hair were replaced with something he’d only seen once and hoped to never see again.

Water lined your favorite shade of blue, his six foot self trembled with each breath he took.

“Remember when you said you’d take all the nightmares away?” Her voice cracked after each word— broken like how she felt. Eyes raked over his glassy eyes— one last thing she thought, then walk away.

She was losing herself and it was all his fault. He was to blame for one of the few good things in his life — no the only good thing. His home.

His arms itching to reach for you and shield you away from all the pain— the pain he caused. He couldn’t. Losing that privilege when all those words left his mouth that day.

A meek nod was the only thing he could give you.

“Now I’m living in the worst one and you’re the reason for it.”

Bucky winced, glued to the floor as he processed the hard words and the harsh truth— no longer being able to call you his anymore.

And he had to watch the million reasons follow as you walked away from him for the last time.

That moment still living in the silence between every thought that crossed his mind.

He saw you everywhere. When the sun tucked itself away so the stars would shine a little brighter. In every cotton candy sunset he caught a glimpse of the first moment he laid his eyes on you. But the one place he saw you the most was in himself. Killing him a little bit everyday. If he could he’d go back, undo it all; he’d take you to where the stars kissed the ocean like he once did.

And just maybe he’d have the chance to show you the million reasons within the million moments on why he loved you.

taglist: @mackenzielovee @r0und3bitch @onmykneesforrafe @glitterandsparklessss @operation-spot

482 notes · View notes

twoidiotwriters1 · 6 months

Text

Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Yes it took 30 chapters but most times it takes BOOKS, only veterans know how much I'm spoiling you with Leara -Danny Words: 2,401 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'this is what falling in love feels like' -by Marina Lin

XXXI: In My Defense, I Was Left Unsupervised

After our fiasco with the bronze dragon, Percy gets a date with Annabeth, and Beck gets one with Silena, so they win in the end. Wonderful.

Since Lily's never going to ask Connor and Connor's never going to ask Lily, Travis and I make sure that they end up sitting together anyway. Travis shares his blanket with Katie and I'm sharing mine with... no one. But I'm content this way.

Lily and Connor look at us with panic without realizing that the other is doing the same. "Good job, Birdy!" Travis murmurs as he walks past me. We high-five.

A couple of minutes before the fireworks start, everyone is in their place looking happy. Except me. I had to give up my dragon, it doesn't seem fair. I could bring him back to normal, I just hope Beck keeps his promise.

"Hi," Michael sits down beside me, I move so he can fit better. "I heard you had a crazy adventure as soon I left you unsupervised."

"Yeah, yeah," I sigh. "I could've gotten someone hurt, I was foolish..."

"I want to know if you're okay," he frowns. "I'm not always a jerk, Ara."

"Sorry—it's just... if I don't go back for it, the myrmekes will take it. And you wanna know the worst part? Percy, Annabeth, Charles, and Silena are acting like it doesn't matter!"

Mike laughs. "They can't help it, bug. Love makes you stupid."

"Have you ever fallen in love?

I realize too late I don't want to hear his answer, but Mike responds to my question right away.

"Nah," he rubs the back of his neck and scrunches up his nose. "I'm always thinking about you and your training, leaves me no time for romance."

"What?" I yelp. "Are you saying it's my fault you're single?"

"No!" Mike laughs again, hugging me sideways. A green glow coats his skin. "Look, crushes are weird, but one day you'll understand. You know, it's odd that it hasn't happened yet—you're a weird Aphrodite... a good weird, though."

Our soul lights don't match, but I'm sure I like him, so I'm confused. Am I wrong for feeling this way about him? Maybe. I never cared much about romance until now. Love is one of the best things in the world, obviously, but falling in love? It makes you witless... And yet, I'm looking at Michael like he's the nicest sunset I've ever seen.

I get this feeling that just screams "To Hades with it!" and I give my friend a fleeting peck on the lips. Mike's face turns bright red and I look away, feeling like you could boil an egg over my cheeks.

After a long moment of silence, I gather enough courage and glance at Michael: he's looking at the fireworks with a dreamy smile on his face.

"Ara..." He speaks after a minute.

I answer quietly, trying not to flinch. "Yes?"

"Happy Birthday."

He plants a kiss on my temple and places one arm around my shoulders. I forget all the bad things happening around us. I'm blissfully happy, and fourteen years old.

Before she can celebrate Lily's birthday, Ara has to make sure everything's under control. She tells Jason to gather the Hephaestus kids so they can stabilize the engine, then look for Chiron so he can take away the crazy nymphs.

The girl is thinking of leaving when Jake lets her know Leo is awake. She blushes so much that Jake thinks she's coming down with some kind of fever, but she lies saying Hephaestus's blessing is draining her.

Ara's no coward... but she is a coward. She stays away from Leo, he's too tired to be looking for her anyway. Chiron and Argus arrive a few minutes later to take away the cage Leo built.

"Oh, them again," the centaur scowls. "Hello, Babette."

"We will destroy you! We will dance with you, feed you yummy appetizers, party with you until the wee hours, and rip you to pieces!"

"Uh-huh," Chiron turns to Ara and her friends. "Well done, you four. The last time these girls came looking for Dionysus, they caused quite a nuisance. You caught them before they could get out of hand. Dionysus will be pleased they've been captured."

"So they do annoy him?" Leo asks.

"Absolutely. Mr. D despises his fan club almost as much as he despises demigods."

"We are not a fan club! We are his followers, his chosen, his special ones!"

"Uh-huh."

"So... Dionysus wouldn't have minded if we had to destroy them?" Piper asks.

"Oh, no, he would mind! They're still his followers, even if he hates them. If you hurt them, Dionysus would be forced to drive you insane or kill you. Probably both. So well done. Same plan as last time?"

Argus nods and signals a camper to get closer with a forklift, so they can carry the cage away.

"What will you do with them?" Jason asks.

"We'll send them to a place where they feel at home. We'll load them on a bus to Atlantic City."

"Doesn't that place have enough problems?"

"Not to worry. The Maenads will get the partying out of their systems very quickly. They'll wear themselves out and fade away until next year. They always seem to show up around the holidays. Quite annoying."

Ara may be imagining things, but Leo seems to be getting closer every time she gets distracted. She turns around as Chiron and Argus walk away, barely reaching the entrance when a hand wraps around her wrist and stops her.

"You know," Leo says, "sometimes I hallucinate when I'm sleep-deprived, but I'm pretty sure you kissed me right before I fainted."

Ara scowls at the hand that's holding her in place. "Can we talk outside?"

"Only if you promise not to run away while I'm not looking."

"I promise."

Lily Saggio runs into them. Travis and Connor are right behind her.

"What the Tartarus happened?! You were supposed to just take a walk!"

"I took a walk," Ara replies calmly. "I also ran a bit."

Lily raises a brow. Leo moves his hand away from Ara's wrist fearing Lily will cut it off. "Are you really okay, Ara?"

"Yeah," she replies, trying to look as relaxed as possible.

"We can still celebrate, then?"

Ara glances at Leo, but she nods. "Right. Yes."

She joins her friends and waves at Leo, their eyes linger on each other before Ara turns and follows Lily back to camp. "So... talking in percentages," Lily continues once it's safe. "How much of your delay was Valdez's fault?"

Ara rolls her eyes. "I'd say maybe five percent. We would've finished in less than an hour if the nymphs hadn't shown up..."

"What were you doing?"

Ara knows Leo can't manage Lily's distrust, she's not the best at making people feel good after they've made a mistake under her watchful eye. "The nymphs stole the syncopators, we had to trap them to get them back," Ara lies. "Pollo was a great help. Where is he?"

"Nico took him away," Connor explains. "To feed him."

"And who told him he's allowed to take Pollo just like that?"

"Stop it, Ara," Lily scolds her. "He gave back your T-Rex."

Ara mumbles a couple of insults but she gives in. She considers telling Lily about the kiss, but she needs to clear things up with Leo first, this cannot be another Mike situation.

Lily's birthdays are always fun. It's the one night they're allowed to stay up way after curfew. Ara's got no curfew nowadays, but she still goes to bed at the same time as the others... most days, anyway.

The whole time the campfire is taking place, she wishes she could just talk to Leo. Every time she looks at him, he's looking back. Once she's had enough of this stupid longing, she gives Lily one last hug and says goodnight to the rest of the group.

Ara has barely gotten to the porch when she hears someone approaching. The girl immediately starts glowing, and she feels the silly urge to fix her clothes and brush her hair. Leo climbs up the steps with a strange look in his eyes, almost like he's scared. Ara decides to wait for him to reach her and then guides him to the swing at the very end of the porch.

"I just noticed," Leo clears his throat. "You got a haircut."

Ara glows brighter. "Yeah, cut it to shoulder length so it's easier to handle."

"Makes you look taller," he sits down next to her. "So... call me crazy, but when someone rejects you—"

"I didn't reject you."

"Oh, my bad," Leo replies sarcastically. "That's obviously the key to our misunderstanding."

Ara sighs. "I should explain..."

"Por favor y gracias," he leans back on the swing.

"I got Hephaestus's blessing thanks to you," Ara has to be brave, her mothers would hate it if she threw away her chance to be happy. "I felt like kissing you, so I did it. It was wrong."

Leo's soul light goes out instantly. "What?"

"That's not how I wanted it to happen," Ara makes a face. "I always act on impulse. I hate it."

"What are you—"

"I like you, okay? And I..." Ara blushes. "Oh gods, should I be telling you this? You're confused and I don't want you to—"

"If I ask you out right now, will you say yes?" He interrupts her, his gaze eager and attentive.

"Leo, that's not the point. You don't understand—I... I don't..." she covers her face in mortification. "I don't like what love does to me."

He gently places a hand on her knee. "I know you've had a... rough life, to put it lightly. But I'm not going to hurt you..." He pauses. "That's what scares you, right?"

Ara shakes my head, still not looking up. "It's the other way around. Being excellent at what I've decided to do doesn't come naturally to me—I thought it would get easier with time, but the challenges keep growing... and this is just another thing I'll fail to do properly."

The Fates know that if there is someone on Earth who's done his best to stay away from people, that's Leo, but he can't do that with Ara. It's like a loose screw that he keeps turning, thinking it'll eventually slip out, but it's only tightening more in place.

"So what if you can't be perfect at it?" It annoys him that a person as loving as her can't get any comfort in life, he wants to make it better. "It doesn't mean you can't have it with someone who truly cares about you."

Ara looks up pouting. "You're being so serious it's scary."

"I can be serious when I want to," he smiles a little. "But I could try and make the truth sound funny so it doesn't scare you. I really want you to like me as much as I like you, Ara."

"I like you," she admits bashfully, looking at her feet. "I'm crazy about you... it's so uncomfortable."

"Really?" Leo's heart is pounding on his chest, he's making a huge effort not to set the swing on fire. "Was it my amazing personality?"

"And your eyes," Ara speaks quieter, eyes fixed on her shoes.

"What about my hair?"

"Could look better without all the grease," she teases him.

"Hey!" He pouts. "A good mechanic gets dirty, sorry if that makes me unattractive."

"I never said that," Ara chuckles and looks up at last. One of her hands reaches up and gently brushes his curls back. "Don't put words in my mouth, Valdez."

Leo leans into her palm beaming. Finally, he's on the receiving end of her loving touch.

Ara's gaze fills with worry after a second. "I really don't know what I'm doing most of the time, Leo. I'm not being humble."

"And what makes you think I've got a clue?" He raises a brow. "I just got here half a month ago... by comparison, you're pretty much the high-level expert."

"And yet it feels like you've always been around," she hums, cupping his cheek. "You won't take a no for an answer, right?"

Her voice has an encouraging tone, like she wants him to reject this idea... So he does. "Sorry, doll, I'm irritating like that." He shows her a crooked smile. "But if you say yes, I promise I'll wash up for our date."

"You gotta shower for all of our dates, not just the first," she replies. In Ara's eyes, they're like two little suns illuminating the porch.

"I'd be stupid if I didn't," Leo smirks. "Gotta keep my girl happy."

His girl, he says, like it's all settled. Maybe it is. Ara has zero practice, but Leo makes it easy. He gives her the biggest butterflies she's ever felt, everything is telling her to keep him, so why not? Maybe he's the person she's been looking for her whole life.

Perhaps the boy moves first, perhaps it's her, but their noses are touching now. "Leo..." she stops. "Leo!"

"Hmm?"

"You're on fire."

"Thanks, doll," Leo grins, still leaning forward.

Ara moves away. "You're scorching the swing."

"Dang it!" The boy gets up and kills the flames. "It's all the stress from today—gets harder to control..."

Ara stands up with her hands behind her back. "Yeah, that's the only reason."

It's getting late and the campers will leave the campfire soon, so their moment is over. "I'm sorry, I'll try not to set us on fire next time."

Ara nods and slowly makes her way to the house's front door. "But if you do... the blessing keeps me safe from accidental burns, so that's lucky, right?"

"Man, gotta love my dad," he pauses and scowls. "But not for real. I mean—"

Ara laughs. Leo's starting to love the sound of it. "I get it."

The boy stops on the porch's steps and looks back at her. "So... I'd love to take you on a date."

"Tomorrow after dinner. Don't be late and take a shower."

"I did that already," he tugs on his shirt. "This is barely two days old."

Ara holds back her laugh and wrinkles her nose. "You're disgusting. I'm taking it back, I don't—"

Leo runs down the old steps. "Too late! You can't cancel if I can't hear you!"

The girl watches him run away, giggling at his antics. Ara can feel her anxiety gather in the pit of her stomach, and that irksome voice at the back of her mind asks "Are you sure?" and "Remember Mike?" but she ignores it.

This is different, Leo's soul light matches hers. They're meant to be together, and that's all she needs to know.

Ara enters her room and finds her T-Rex tucked into bed with a pacifier tied to its claw. She gets under the covers, hugging the dino close to her chest, and listens to her own heartbeat thumping against the plushie.

Next Chapter ->

Taglist.

@siriuslysirius1107 @ask-giggles1303 @ash-the-hoarder @im-planning-something-look @bandshirts-andbooks @coolninjapaper @thewaterlily @whenisthefall @1randomcomic @you-bloody-shank @sunflowergraves @owlalex44 @taylordaughter @typicalsolangelolover @writingmia @espressopatronum454 @slytherinnqueen @orbitingpolaris @obxstiles

#twoidiots writing #pjo fanfic #pjo hoo toa #pjo fandom #percy jackson and the olympians #leo valdez x oc #leo valdez fanfic #doo

14 notes · View notes

poisonedreunions · 2 days

Text

B E N J A M I N L E E

in character

Name: Benjamin Lee

Faceclaim: Henry Golding

Gender & Pronouns: cismale & he/him

Age: 36

Birthday: November 22, 1988

Occupation: CEO of the Diamond den

Neighborhood: Carriage falls

BIOGRAPHY

Benjamin Lee was the oldest of the Lee siblings and the one that had the most responsibilities stacked onto his shoulders. His parents expected nothing but the best from him. That being the best grades, the best violin player, the best brother. Anything that he decided to take on was something his parents wanted him to be the best at and so, he did his best to deliver that. He studied more than any kid should, practiced more than any kid should, and took on the role of his sister’s protector. The Lee family couldn’t have asked for a more obedient son.

That was, until he got a little older and he realized that he should be making his own decisions when it came to the things he wanted to do and wanted to happen. One thing he wasn’t exactly thrilled about was the fact that his parents promised him to their daughter. As nice as the other was, he just couldn’t see himself spending the rest of his life with her. Then again, at fifteen, he could really see himself spending the rest of his life with anyone. That’s what he’d convinced himself anyways but that was only until he met imogen and then things changed for him. It was literally love at first sight and he wasted little to no time going after the girl.

Luckily for him, imogen seemed just as interested in him as he was her and their secret romance started out as innocent at first. Then, the two of them couldn’t get enough of each other and spent all of their free time with each other. Things like violin no longer mattered as long as he had her in his life. Eventually, her parents restricted her time out and he had been been convinced that was going to be the end of their relationship and not for any other reason other than the fact that her parents were making it impossible to see her.

Despite their attempt at keeping the two apart, whether they knew what they were doing or not, it didn’t work. Ben managed to get his drivers license around the time they basically held her prisoner and he would sneak over to her house and up to her bedroom to plan their future together because at the end of the day, he was sure that imogen was the woman that he wanted and he made that as clear as he possibly could.

The time spend in her room wasn’t completely innocent and eventually, she delivered the news that she was pregnant. Ben honestly couldn’t have been more happy about the news. Of course he knew their parents wouldn’t be stoked but that was the least of his worries. He was going to have a kid with the woman he was in love with. The news wasn’t something his parents wanted to hear but even so, both sets of parents agreed that the two should get married.

Everything seemed to fall into place after that. He continued building a life with imogen and the two of them expanded their family with 4 more kids. He took over his father’s jewelry business, The Diamond Den, after the man passed away but between that and the money his dad left to him, he’s more than comfortable and takes care of his family solely on his income while continuing to fall more in love with imogen every day.

#about:benjamin #wnc.intro

4 notes · View notes

indulgnces · 7 months

Text

☆ –– (camila mendes, she/her, cis woman) who is jenny santos anyways? ew. you don’t know about her, we’ll bet you want to. they’re feeling 27 and stargazing feels like a perfect night to them. rumor has it they’re brooding and awkward because they care, but they’re also trusting and friendly in the best way. she works to make a little money as a(n) waitress/library assistant they’ve rented on a place on cornelia street in the form of an apartment. girl at home is the song they could dance to the beat of forevermore. –– playlist, pinterest.

name: jenny santos

birthday: june 29, 1996 (27 / cancer)

birthplace: tampa, florida

current residence: cornelia street, nyc

gender: cis woman (she/her)

sexuality: bisexual

occupation: library assistant/waitress at ellen's stardust

face: camila mendes

positives: trusting, friendly, observant, humble, silly

negatives: brooding, awkward, cynical, isolating, taut

backstory

traditional upbringing. happy loving parents, only child, perfect child. rarely cried as a baby, got good grades in school, teacher's pet, never rebelled, didn't party, very introverted, followed the rules. very booksmart (2019) coded.

got really into reading in elementary school. initially it was because she liked taking the accelerated reading quizzes in the library and seeing her book numbers stack up, but then it developed into a genuine love for stories that's lasted through adulthood. lit classes were always that bitch.

but science classes were her enemy. she never had the mind for mechanisms and figuring things out, but what truly had her all the way fucked up was seeing and reading carl sagan's take on the pale blue dot. jenny was always the introspective type, but wow did that take make her reevaluate her position in the world and cause her to spiral down an existential crisis at a young age.

for a long time, she didn't see why anything she did or why anything deemed important was actually important, when in the grand scheme of things everything and everyone was so utterly insignificant.

that mindset led to her not being sure what career path to follow going into college. with the help of a college advisor, she ended up getting a degree in library science, primarily because the library was always her favorite place, so she might as well spend her life there.

meanwhile, she also developed an interest in theater slowly throughout her youth. it was a bit of a shock. in her social life she's usually so in the background , so she found a way to really express herself in acting. it's become her primary emotional outlet.

ended up going to college at nyu with the help of scholarships and loans. stayed after graduating. currently works as a library assistant at the new york public library, while also working part time as a waitress at ellen's stardust.

headcanons.

she has three main hobbies: space, literature, and theatre.

her interest in astronomy has only grown since her youth. she maintains a somewhat fatalist attitude about life, but philosophy classes in college helped her gain more perspective on the fragility of life. anyways, you can always catch her looking at the stars at night. she knows a lot about astronomy, but knows very little about astrology. if you talk to her about zodiacs, she's going to think you're taking to her about the constellations, not the personality of the signs.

her favorite genres are classics, historical fiction, and romance. she claims to be open to adding more to her tbr, but she is more prone to loaning new books and then rereading her favorites than anything else. she's basic - jane austen is her favorite author, pride and prejudice her favorite novel. she's on #booktalk, and has her own account. please do not talk to her about spice and acotar; she's not judgy but she will judge you so hard.

she once entertained the thought of trying to become a professional actress when she grew up. she put that thought to bed in college. she was perfectly content to do community theatre and improv classes for the rest of her life, so long as she kept theatre as her outlet. so, she does that. when she acts, she mostly goes for plays over musicals, but she still has a love for showtunes, which she expresses through her job at ellen's

the most dramatic thing to happen in her life is the girl at home plot. she is always flabbergasted when she reflects back and realizes SHE was unknowingly the other woman.

knows some portuguese and some spanish, but is not fluent.

chronically online. meme game strong. awkward selfies are the norm.

established connections.

rhiannon kersey - girl at home

caroline davis - coworkers

harlan dupre - college homebodies

lucas duchannes - chill confidants

jael salihu - college friends

adira ruiz-osman - failed flirting crush

wanted connections.

she went to nyc for college and stayed after, has been in nyc since 2014.

roommates. there is absolutely no way she has ever afforded an apartment on her own while in the city. so she needs roommates. looking for past roommates she's had and current roommates.

books lovers. she has probably joined a book club or two down the line, maybe our muses met that way. or maybe this muse frequents the library jenny works at. perhaps they just bonded one day when they were reading on the subway one day, or maybe they argued over their opinions on a book. who knows! just people she's met and connected with through their shared love of reading.

community theatre. jenny has been doing community theatre throughout manhattan for years. maybe our muses met on set (they're an actor too, or work crew), or your muse likes to come to the shows. jenny's no pro - she sticks to community theatre/off-off broadway scene at most. she also does improv classes, and could use some improv friends!

ellen's stardust. fellow waitresses, frequent patrons - someone who hates the singing but loves the food, someone who loves the singing but hates the food, someone jenny is always serenading when they come in, coworkers she frequently duets with, everything!

romances. exes and one night stands are most likely. I like to think she's been in love maybe once, twice max. jenny is a terrible flirt, cannot read signs at all, really needs to be smacked in the face to get the hint that someone's interested, so she doesn't really do flirtationships. fwb or fuck buddies could be fun because jenny would be awkward af overanalyzing everything lol.

opposites. jenny's gloomy look at life has left her with a very brooding presence, not that she's very aware of this. she thinks she's funny because she quotes vines and memes and overuses emojis, but then she'll say some deep ass depressing shit and it's like oh damn jenny, what a mood killer. anyways, it'd be fun to put her around someone who's more sunshine and optimism to her doom and gloom. could be friends, could be rivals. could be fun if this was a current/past roommate lol. jenny's a major homebody, so would also love for her to have a friend who was more extroverted and adventurous who helps get her out of the house.

cozy friends. jenny is very winter/fall coded. I want her to have friends who do cozy things with her: twilight marathons, silently reading together, scrapbook together bake together, go to the night market together. buy fluffy socks for each other, go to art classes together, that sorta vibe.

library regulars. jenny works as a library assistant at the new york public library. she mostly does bookkeeping and facilitates programs at the library. people she works with and people she sees often at the library could be nice.

open to anything and everything!

#cornelia.intro #me: im going to do replies tonight!#me instead: spends the whole night writing this (skull emoji).#i already have plotting ideas in mind so i will be reaching out to ppl soon!

6 notes · View notes

definesanity · 9 months

Text

My Next Life as a Spirit: Trying to Prevent the Villainess' Doom!

17-year-old Saitou Fortuna was, at the end of the day, a girl.

A girl, mind you, who's read excessive amounts of romance novels, watched too much Brooklyn Nine-Nine, has a serious addiction to sweets and, above all else, maybe kinda definitely perhaps most certainly didn't notice the fact multiple people were in love with her, but that's besides the point.

Now? She was, well. Dead. She thought that, maybe, they'd be an other side, but either Fate was bored or something, because she ended up Isekai'd.

Yep. But instead of waking up as a new person, she ended up bound to that person's soul...

...Who, rather despairingly, happened to be Katarina (Catarina?) Claes, the Villainess of the Otome game, "Fortune Lover".

Yes, she knows her name is Fortuna and she plays Fortune Lover. Please, don't say anything, Acchan ran that joke into hell and back in the span of 3 days.

Ah, she was getting side-tracked again.

Anyways, she's less of a spirit and more of a poltergeist... she thinks? She can interact with the world, and can only show herself to others when she wants to, but anywho, her first order of business was to try and save Katarina from... well, herself.

It went... remarkably successful?

To her, at least; she was still as snarky, but there wasn't any malice now.

Not to mention the other Capture Targets... or, she guesses in this case, friends of her's? Anywho.

Now, let her be absolutely clear: She likes to think herself as straight.

But by everything holy, Mary was tempting her to convert to being Bi...

Like, seriously! Her boobs are MASSIVE! She was never sad at her flatness (because, come now, it's a status symbol!), but Mary had breasts that made her want to do some less than PG13 to her...

Oops, she got sidetracked again, didn't she?

Where was she, again?

Oh, yeah! Ah, from there she tried her best to smooth over everything else that would've been bad for her and Katarina (because 1. She didn't want to be exiled, thanks! and 2. Because hello??? Death??? No thank you!).

And it also went pretty well!

Gerardo... oh, whatever his name actually is, seemed to actually love Katarina now, Alan seemed to be less broody, and so on and so forth!

Now, she would've been alright. Of course, there was one unexpected event that had happened:

A party. On her birthday.

So here she was, looking at the smiling faces of her and Katarina's friends, and a cake in front of them that looked very enticing...

"...Well?" Katarina asked, her thin, sharp eyes on Fortuna's round, large ones. "It's a waste, not to eat it."

Fortuna nodded, smiling. "Thanks, everyone!"

...

As she started to eat, all those who loved her gave a small sigh of happiness and slight exasperation.

Ah well. One day, she'll pick up on the clues.

One day, hopefully, soon.

#ryuusei's works #my next life as a villainess #katarina claes #mary hunt

6 notes · View notes

h4njin · 2 years

Text

karina — when i fall for you.

[gender neutral]

the school bells ring; echoing through the halls, signaling the end of school for the week. your whole class sighs in relief, packing their bags.

“okay, kids. that’s all for today. enjoy your weekend.” the teacher dismisses the class; the students replying with their pessimistic greetings, tired from a week of school.

you look to your left, seeing karina still busy packing her bag. though, she suddenly pauses and turns around, facing you.

“can i come to your house today? let’s watch some netflix!”

“sure! let me just text my mom, hold on.”

you texted your mom letting her know that karina was coming in for a bit, to which she replied with a thumbs up emoji, making you chuckle.

“what did she say?” karina asks as she peers over your shoulder.

“yeah, let’s go.”

you and karina walk out of class, walking together back to your home.

you and her go way back, 10 years ago. it all started when your family first moved in to the neighborhood, and you (with just a tiny, tiny bit of help from your dear mother) made cookies for almost the whole neighborhood, where you happened to meet a little 7 year old karina.

ever since then, you and her have been best friends. you and her do practically everything together.

but karina has always viewed you as more than just that.

it started when you cheered her on as she did a presentation on front of the whole school, giving her the confidence to continue with her explanation, doing it flawlessly. ever since then she’s always noticed the little things you do for her.

case and point: when you’d put on her headphones as she’s sleeping in class to make sure she didn’t get woken up. or how you’d always bring her a coke after she finishes her weekly dance classes— or even simply when you’d lend her your hoodie when it’s a bit chilly outside.

she’s always felt like she hasn’t done all that much for you, even though you’re content with everything. sometimes she’d get insecure about the gifts she gets you for your birthdays even though you were perfectly happy with them.

today is the 10th anniversary of your friendship with her, (which, of course she kept track of. every. single. day.) she’d been thinking of this day for months— it was the perfect time to confess to you. a chilly november evening with you finally as her partner was everything she had always dreamed of. maybe even more.

karina had planned for everything for today. she could only hope it would go well.

“rina, we’re here,” you announce, breaking her out of her trance.

“oh— yeah. let’s go inside.” she takes off her cute sneakers, opening the door to your house to see a warm and cozy living space.

“it’s been a while since i’ve been here.” she says.

“true. it’s been a month. nothing’s really changed though. but my home feels better now that you’re back here.”

karina shyly smiles at your comment.

“anyway, what did you wanna watch so bad with me? or maybe.. did you miss me that bad? i’m honored,” you tease her.

“who knows? maybe i did miss you,” she grins.

“you’re acting all sappy now? gross,”

“you asked first.”

“i didn’t ask for you to be so corny.”

“whatever.” karina picks up the remote and turns it on, selecting netflix on the TV.

“seriously, what did you wanna watch?”

“it’s just this.. romance movie that just came out. you’ll see.” she scrolls around the app, finding the movie.

“when i.. fall for you? what’s it about?”

“it’s a love story about… two childhood friends.”

“just like us?”

“y-yeah.. just like us.” karina could feel the heat rising up to her cheeks.

“just play the movie!” you suddenly whisper in her ear, making her jump a bit.

“a-alright! you didn’t need to do that.”

she pressed the button on the remote, playing the movie.

“i’m actually pretty interested. it sounds like a fun concept.”

the movie starts, depicting a boy and a girl running around a field of grass, playing among themselves.

karina watches the movie intently, which didn’t go unnoticed by you. you saw her cutely biting her lips, with her big doe eyes glued to the screen. you chuckle at the sight.

the movie made you recall things that you did with her— things that you could never forget.

see, karina— she had never seemed to realize it, but you’ve always loved her. you love the way she subtly takes hold of your hand whenever she needs comfort (which was often). how she would giggle when you did something small for her— at first you didn’t know what the hell you were feeling. but after a whole night of reminiscing and thinking about her, you were sure it was love.

though, you weren’t sure if she felt the same.

halfway through the movie, karina had begun crying on your shoulder, crying at the fact that the main characters were being split apart by their homophobic parents; to which you could only smile at and gently caress her back.

“that— that’s horrible,” she says in between her sniffles. “i hate this movie!” she shouts.

after an hour, the movie ends; surprisingly happy, though bittersweet in some ways. karina could only look at you with her reddened eyes, glad that the movie finally ended.

“that was horrible,”

“that was great,” you reply, with a smile.

“it was both.” she says, a small frown in her lips.

she turns the TV off, stretching out her arms and legs in the process.

“do you wanna take a walk outside? it’s just 8 P.M.” she asks.

“sure,”

she quickly stands up, a bit dizzy from sitting for so long. you follow her from behind, opening the front door for her.

the instant you open the door, a breeze of cold fresh air enters your lungs, making you softly smile.

karina walks down the porch into the empty neighborhood road, with you following right behind again.

“the moon is really nice today.” you murmur.

“i wish it was like this everyday.” karina softly grabs the hem of your hoodie, playing with it.

“if it was like this everyday, wouldn’t moments like these feel less special?” you chuckle.

“hmm, you’re right.” she smiles. “..but you know what? i think… every moment with you is special.”

a moment of comfortable silence falls upon you and her.

but karina’s heart was beating faster than ever. now was the time. she just knew it.

karina plays with her fingers out of nervousness. every step matched with the beat of her heart. the butterflies—which previously lay still began to come alive in her stomach.

“um.. i uh.. i wrote this story a while back. i thought it was cute. would you like to hear it?”

“hmm? of course!” you smile at her.

she takes a deep breath.

“so.. there’s this girl and her best friend end. they’ve been best friends for.. a long, long time,”

“just like us?” you ask.

“just like us.” she reaffirms.

“her best friend has brown eyes and dark brown hair.”

“just like me..?” she nods.

“and— and the girl has black hair and light brown eyes, too. just like me.”

you gently smile.

“they have lots of fun together. they know each other’s family members well, they know each other’s friends well, they go to the same school, they have the same favorite foods and colors… just like us.”

you simply nod.

“but.. h-here’s the catch. the girl had always liked her best friend… a lot. no— not like. she’s always loved her best friend… since they were little.,”

you slowly raise an eyebrow.

“she… she loves the way her best friend looks at her, how her best friend treats her, how they would cheer her on and support her with anything she does. and— and she’d always notice the small things her best friend would do for her. it all makes her so happy that her friend cares about her that much.”

she pauses for a bit.

“so.. the girl wanted to tell her best friend that.. that she loves them. so much. more than they could ever imagine.”

your eyes widen.

“and.. yes. just— just like us.”

you grab her hand as she reaches out to yours.

“the girl wanted to tell her bestfriend that… that when she falls for.. you..even harder than she already is.. she wants you to grab her hand and jump in with her. together.”

you frantically embrace her in your arms.

you feel her tears wet the back of your hoodie; her soft sobs echoing in the night.

“karina.. i love you too. i’ve fallen for you too.”

#kpop #kpop fanfiction #aespa fanfiction #aespa #karina #yujimin #karina aespa #h4n fic

10 notes · View notes

executables-sims · 2 years

Note

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

Aaaa Aonda, thank you SO much for sending this, I managed to locate my lost Brunwick save whilst searching for my screenshots! :D

It's really hard to choose one as so many sims in this hood are wonderfully chaotic, but I think I'll go with habitual troublemaker Blaze Biermann! (With a name like that, who can blame him?) Here he is being tutored by his old dad, Antony:

Blaze is the first son of Antony and Usko, two romance sims in an open relationship that abruptly became a family once Usko knocked up his (appropriately named) hookup, Jezebel. She was close with both of them, mutually falling in love with Antony despite their incompatible sexualities, so I figured she'd be okay with being their surrogate. Alas, what does she do before Blaze's birth?

Autonomously propose, of course! I imagine Usko only accepted in order to keep the peace.

Antony's son Dominic soon followed, along with a growing resentment for Usko's antics. Catching him with Antony's half-sister was the last straw, and she once again became a townie, only visiting for her sons' birthdays.

2. Blaze isn't blood-related to any of my founders, so he took it upon himself to avoid becoming a spare by wooing his best friend, popularity sim Pandora. Her mother had been re-townified too, so I guess they bonded over the shared experience of abandonment.

I hadn't enabled teen woohoo wants/pregnancy since I was a teenager myself, but thankfully these two were the only ones to roll any anyway. And suffer the consequences!

3. After Pandora's pregnancy became known and invoked the wrath of her parents, did he comfort his girlfriend?

Of course not; that requires a conscience! He woo'd another girl from their shared friendship group instead. At least Usko would have been proud.

4. Despite his apparent lack of compassion, he's a pretty awesome dad; par for the course for a romance sim.

His daughter Harley turned out to be a really cute toddler, but she's still a baby in the save I've recovered. So there's every chance Blaze's single redeeming quality was a fluke!

5. Blaze is happy to cheat, but not to be cheated on. And whilst I'd love to see what his and Pandora's future living situation would turn out like, there's one little secret that could change everything:

His younger brother Dominic also has a few bolts for her. And a pleasure sim like him just might make a better match…

#Ask #Gameplay #Brunwick

15 notes · View notes

forever-rogue · 3 years

Text

Oblivious

A/N | This is just a little sweet fluff with Buckaroo. It’s also a late little happy birthday for @falcor-thee-luck-dragon! I hope you (and everyone else) enjoys!

Summary | You’d think Bucky wouldn’t be so oblivious but...he was.

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.9k

Warnings | language

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

James Buchanan Barnes aka Bucky Barnes was a man of many talents and had a vast knowledge of a variety of things. Sometimes, however, things were so obvious and clear that they went right over his head. You could hit him in the face with a 2x4 and he wouldn’t know what happened oblivious. Like the fact that you, his girlfriend of almost a year, had the strange and peculiar ability to communicate with animals. You’d never hid it, nor explicitly told him about it, thinking it would be funny to see how long it would take him to catch on. 330 days (and counting) in and he hadn’t.

Bucky grabbed his phone, scrolling through his social media feeds quickly before pulling up Spotify and turning to his secret indulgence playlist - classical Italian Opera. Yeah. It was just a thing he had happened to really like for no particular reason. The only other living souls in his apartment with him were Archie, your black and white speckled mutt and Alpine, Bucky’s snow white cat. You were currently out of town for work and had asked Bucky if he minded watching Archie, to which he had of course said yes. It was no secret that Archie loved Bucky almost as much as you and vice versa - he was the goodest boy as Bucky had proclaimed. Plus, the cat and dog got along like they were old best friends.

Trailing into the bathroom, he stripped off his t-shirt and pajama pants as Archie laid on the bed and offered him a dismissal look. Alpine was tucked into his side as she slept soundly, paying no attention to her owner.

As he turned on the shower and let the water warm up, he finished stripping off his clothes before deciding to sing along with his music as best as he could. Bucky didn’t speak Italian. It showed. But he was passionate about giving it all as he got ready to take on the day. Archie groaned as Bucky hit a particularly high note, burying his face under the soft duvet.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“You ever gonna ask her the question?” Sam raised an eyebrow at Bucky as the two men walked alongside the creek. Bucky had decided that ice cream and a walk for Archie were called for, so he’d taken advantage of the nice weather and gone outside. Missing your company, despite you only having been gone for a few days, he’d called up Sam and convinced him to meet up. Not that it took much convincing; the men were as thick as thieves, no matter how much they denied it. Co-workers, partners - best friends.

“Umm,” Bucky’s eyes widened as he almost choked on his ice cream, awkwardly coughing to cover up his nerves. Sam just snickered in response as he realized he already had his answer. After a moment he slowly nodded, “I have the ring...it’s been sitting in the sock drawer.”

“Sock drawer,” Sam snorted and shook his head as a flush of red colored Bucky’s neck and ears, “classic. When are you going to do it?”

“I don’t know,” Bucky sighed as he broke off a piece of waffle cone and handed it to Archie, who had been listening in very intently, “I want to...but what if it’s too soon. We technically don’t even live together yet-”

“Doesn’t she like to spend her time at yours? She’s practically moved in...most of the stuff at your place is hers anyway,” Sam reminded him as Bucky made a small, noncommittal sound. It was true - when you’d first met Bucky his place had been minimal and bare. Now, with your time and touch, it felt like a home; a home you had lovingly built with him. Sam bumped Bucky’s shoulder with his, “just get it all done in one swoop. She’ll say yes.”

Archie made a small sound, agreeing with Sam as he rubbed his snout against Bucky’s thigh. He visibly relaxed as he nodded, hoping that this would be enough to psych him up, “I’ll think about it-”

“No thinking about it,” Sam tutted gently, “you’re going to do it. You’ve been a fool - a straight up head over heels in love fool - since you’ve met her. You’re going to ask.”

“Sam…”

“How long have you had the ring?”

“Sam.”

“Bucky.”

“A few weeks after we started dating,” Bucky cast his glance at the ground as warmth flushed up in his cheeks. He’d expected Sam to burst out in laughter, but luckily the other man said nothing, but a smile stretched across his features, “it seems so silly but you know..I just felt like I knew.”

“Sometimes you do,” Sam agreed, putting his arm around his shoulder and pulling him for a quick hug, “you just gotta do it, Buck. She won’t say no.”

Archie barked in response, looking between the two men, wagging his tail excitedly. Sam offered him a few pets before nodding in response.

“She comes home in a few days,” he couldn’t wait to pick you up from the airport and have you jump into his arms while he finally got to hold you again, “I’ve got until then to pluck up the courage.”

“Just don’t lay it on her right away…” Sam snorted as he picked Bucky running up to you immediately pouring his heart out to you. Not a good idea, “give her a moment to be calm and breath.”

“Shut up,” Bucky huffed as he finished the rest of his ice cream, “I’ve got this!”

“We’re all counting on that!”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Bucky set the empty popcorn bowl back on the coffee table as he tried not to sniffle too loudly. His eyes were misty and burning with unshed tears as he watched whatever cheesy romance he had randomly selected. He pulled the soft blanket he was curled up in higher, savoring the fact that it still managed to have a faint bit of your smell on it. Alpine was curled up on the back of the couch, snoozing away while Archie was laying next to him, his head resting on Bucky’s thigh. He was on and off sleeping, but had peeped open an eye when he first heard Bucky sniffle.

“They’re in love,” he whispered gently, unsure if he was speaking to himself or talking to his furry companions. He was scratching Archie’s ears as he watched the scenes play out on the screen, “but they can’t be together. Their families would never allow it.”

Archie huffed lightly as he burrowed further into Bucky’s touch. It was the first time he’d seen the man get so emotional over the movie. Bucky had feelings, plenty of them, of course, but there was something about the movie he’d picked, combined with how much he was missing you that caused him to just lose it. It was like the dam had burst and his emotions were out of control.

He sat back and watched the rest of the movie in silence, a few tears running down his cheeks as he watched the love story play out. By the end of the movie, Archie was fully in his lap and Alpine was resting on his chest, “he left everything behind for her, so they could start a new life together far away. They really were next to meant to be together. It’s beautiful.”

The furry little ones were absolutely going to tell you about this.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Archie yawned and slowly stretched before hopping down from the couch and heading towards Bucky’s bedroom. He tried to nose the door open as he learned to do, but was stopped when he found that it was closed all the way. His head tilted in curiosity and whined softly as he tried to see if Bucky was awake so he would let him in.

As soon as he did, the dog regretted it. All he could hear coming from inside was the soft sounds coming from Bucky. Soft moans and sounds and gentle whispers of your name. His eyes widened as the dog took off down the hall and ran back into the living room, flopping down on his dog bed and cuddling up to Alpine as he tried to empty his mind. All the poor dog had wanted to do was to sleep in the big soft bed - not be scarred for life.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Bucky!” as soon as you’d gotten cleared and walked through arrivals and gotten your single bag, you’d kept your eyes peeled for Bucky. It didn’t take long to find him, standing near the back, blue eyes scanning the arrivals with a hopeful little smile on his face. You almost dropped your bag as you ran over to him. As soon as you were in arm’s reach, you dropped everything to the ground, and Bucky effortlessly scooped you up in his arms. You threw your arms around his neck as he held you in a tight embrace, “James. I’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” he sighed in content, happy to have you in his arms once again. Everything about you set his soul on fire, as he held onto you as tightly as possible. After a moment, he slowly set you back down, but not before peppering your face in gentle kisses, “you’re so beautiful.”

“Bucky,” you reached up and gently touched his cheek, “you’re too much. I’m so glad to be home.”

“Not quite yet.”

“Sure I am,” you insisted quietly, “I’m here with you. You’re my home, Bucky.”

The small velvet box was practically burning a hole in his pocket as you looked at him like he was everything - your whole world (he was). Unable to form a proper sentence, he grabbed your face and pulled you close to him, crashing his lips onto yours, kissing you like you weren’t in the middle of a crowded airport. He could feel you smiling against his lips, reluctantly breaking apart from you only once you were both breathless.

“What was that for?” you asked shyly, feeling your face flush with warmth as he picked up your bags for you. You were watching him with pure adoration as he reached for your hand and laced your fingers together.

“Nothing,” he shrugged softly, “jus’ missed you is all, pretty girl.”

“I missed you too, Bucky,” you promised, “I love you.”

“I love you more than all the moon and stars, pretty girl.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“What?” you asked as Archie came into the kitchen and sat down, watching you intently as you finished up the cookies you had been working. Bucky was busy with Sam that afternoon, so you’d decided to make a little sweet treat for both of you. You’d been home for a few days and fallen into an easy routine, having opted to stay with Bucky for the time being rather than going back to your own place, “you’ve got something to say, I can tell.”

Just missed you. I like when you’re home, you and Bucky. And Alpine.

“I missed you too, buddy,” you promised, leaning over to his head a gentle pet, “did you have fun while I was gone?”

Yes. Bucky takes good care of me. I like Alpine too. She’s nice.

“I happen to like them a lot too,” you grinned at your friend, “I’m glad you do too. I think...I really love him, Archie. I think, no, I know - he’s the one.”

He thinks so too. He told Sam you’re the one - and us too.

“Really?” you almost dropped the cookies you were plating up in surprise as you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from squealing in excitement, “you’re not messing with me, are you?”

It’s true. He’s got...well, you’ll see. He likes romance movies apparently. And singing opera.

“Oh?”

He was watching a movie. He ate two bowls of popcorn and cried. He let me and Alpine sit on him though so it was okay. He sings opera when he showers in the morning. He’s not good but he tries.

“Archie! Don’t be a meanie,” you chuckled as you tried to picture the scene. It would have been hilarious to see. You’d always known Bucky had a soft side, you just didn’t know how soft, “but I will remember that and use it to my advantage when I want to watch a cheesy movie.”

Please do. He gives good pets when he’s in that mood. He always gives good pets.

“He’s a good man,” you grinned as you reached over the counter for a good treat that you easily tossed to him, “I really love him.”

He really loves you. One night I...never mind.

“No, no,” you shook your head as you waggled another treat at him, “out with it! Or I’ll hide all of your treats!”

Fine. But you didn’t hear it from me - I wanted to sleep in the big bed one night and the door was closed and I heard him. He was...saying your name.

Your brows narrowed in confusion for a moment as you pulled another treat out and twirled it in your fingers for a moment. Then you hit you, what he had meant, “oh. Oh. That is...good to know, I suppose.”

Not for me. I just wanted to sleep, not...hear that.

“Sorry buddy,” you snorted as you handed him another treat, “that will stay between us. Besides...he still doesn’t know we can communicate. I wonder if he’ll ever put two and two together?”

You could just tell him.

“But where’s the fun in that?” you teased as the door opened and Bucky walked in, a giant grin on his face. You looked at Archie and shot him a wink before turning to Bucky, “hello, my love. You’re just in time! Cookies are done and cooled!”

“Oh, my sweet girl,” Bucky came over and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before petting Archie, “I love you. Is someone here? I could have sworn you were talking to someone…”

“Nope,” you (half) lied, covering up with a brilliant smile, “just me and the dog and cat.”

“Oh,” he shrugged, thinking it was just his imagination, “what’s all this? Cookies - whatever for?”

“Just because I love you,” you grinned as Archie groaned and laid down, “both of you!”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You stopped for a moment to catch your breath as you reached one of the peaks of the small mountain you and Bucky were hiking. It was a glorious day so you’d decided there was no better plan than to get out and enjoy nature. He had no problem at any point, even offering to piggy back you when you’d grown tired; you’d just defiantly stuck your tongue out at the super soldier and carried on.

“This view is absolutely breathtaking,” you looked over the small cliff, admiring the tranquil expanse of the woods in front of you. Bucky was at your side, his eyes on you the entire time.

“Yeah,” he agreed with a grin, “it’s pretty amazin’.”

“Bucky,” you turned around and rolled your eyes at him as he pulled you in for a kiss, causing you to break into a fit of giggles, “I’m all gross and sweaty!”

“Don’t care,” he insisted as his hands found purchase on your waist and pulled you closer against him, his lips already ghosting over yours, “jus’ want you, baby.”

“Bucky,” his name was soft on your lips, but before anything else could happen, you were stopped by a small, almost nervous little voice from up above.

Umm, hi! I don’t want to interrupt but…

You pulled back from Bucky for a moment before looking at the tree, where you found a small squirrel sitting on a branch and watching you both. Bucky was surprised for a moment but calmed when you gave his shoulder a squeeze and gently moved past him and towards your new friend.

“Hi,” you smiled at her and offered a smile, picking up an acorn and handing it over to her, “is everything alright?”

Oh yes. I just wanted to let you know there’s a big group of people coming. If you want some privacy you should go somewhere more secluded! They’re pretty loud, I don’t like big groups.

“Oh!” you giggled as you could only imagine the awkward scenario if you’d been caught, “thanks for the heads up! We’ll definitely get out of here. I’m sorry you have to deal with all the noise.”

It’s okay. I’m going back to my nest now! If you go down the hill, there’s a more private path that leads back down the mountain. There’s signs if you need them.

“Why thank you,” you grinned as you reached up and she let you pet her, “you’ve been very helpful. Maybe one day we’ll see each other again.“

No problem. I hope so too! Thank you for the acorn!

“Anytime,” you promised as she scurried away with her new treasure. You shook your head in amusement as you turned back around to Bucky, to find him watching you with wide eyes. He wasn’t quite sure what had just happened, almost wondering if he was hallucinating. Had you just gone mad and tried to speak to a squirrel? You laughed lightly at the shocked look on his features, “oh.”

“What was...what was that?” he asked as you rejoined him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His eyes were still scanning the branch the small squirrel had just occupied.

“She was just warning us that there’s a group of hikers coming our way and we should find someplace more private,” you said as if it was no big deal. It didn’t help Bucky in the slightest.

“She? A warning...how….That was a squirrel!”

“I was wondering if you’d ever put two and two together,” you laughed, almost doubling over in laughter, “I...Bucky, I don’t know how or why but I can communicate with animals.”

“You can….how long?!”

“Ever since I’ve been a child?” you held up your hands in earnest, “its something I’ve always been able to do. I don’t advertise it, obviously because people generally think I’m crazy, but I would think you of all people understand. It’s just been...fun to wait and see if you’d ever figure it out.”

“All those times…” he ran a hand over his face in exasperation and disbelief as you watched him in amusement. He was a brilliant, smart man but sometimes he was so oblivious. You couldn’t love him anymore if you tried, “it wasn’t just...a one sided conversation. It all makes sense now. Wow, that’s amazing! What a wonderful thing to possess.”

“I’ve always liked it,” you agreed, “it’s different, you know? But special in its own way.”

“Wait…” he mused for a moment, “so all those times...oh. H-how much have Archie and Alpine told you? Have they always talked to you?”

“Yup,” you crossed your arms over your chest, as you watched his neck and ears turn red, “those two in particular are very animated and over the top. They’re the worst little gossip duo. Almost like you and Sammy.”

“Of course they are,” he groaned as you reached for his hand and pulled him towards. He gave you a sheepish grin as you pressed a light kiss to his knuckles, “they told you about the movie, huh?”

“Archie,” you confirmed, “but he did say you gave him the best pets.”

“Did he tell about...oh no,” this time his whole face was a brilliant crimson, “I-I…”

“Oh stop,” you teased, “I’m flattered and honored. It’s not like I don’t do the same when I’m not with you.”

“Really?” he perked up with pride as you just nodded in amusement, “well then. Wait - did he tell you about Sam?”

“He said you went on a walk with him but that was it,” you shrugged, “nothing really. I do know that he loves you and Alpine very much. And so do I, obviously.”

“Okay,” he relaxed slightly as you took his hand and started to lead him towards the more secluded path your little squirrel had told you about. The box in his pocket was once again burning a hole, “good.”

“Everything okay, Bub?” you asked as he just nodded, lips pursed as he fell into step behind you. Something was definitely off, but you weren’t going to push him on it. If anything, you knew he’d come around and speak his mind about what was going on. He usually always did.

A silence, one neither tense nor uncomfortable, fell over the two of you as you walked down the quiet trail. It was beautiful - lush greenery and newly bloomed plants everywhere. At one point you stopped and pulled out your phone to take a few pictures of the natural beauty. Bucky had been so lost in his own thoughts, his heart practically pounding in his chest and consuming every part of him that he almost bowled into you and knocked you over.

“James!” it was somewhere between a groan and laugh as he caught you in his arms in order to keep you from tumbling into a bunch of bushes. You were face to face with Bucky, looking at him intently as he steadied you, “alright, something’s up. Come on - out with it. You know you can tell me anything.”

“I umm...marry me?” all the speeches he had gone over and planned wet out the window as he just stared at you with nervous eyes. You’d been so taken aback by his sudden question that you took a step back and gave him a curious expression. Bucky’s stomach was in absolute knots as he wondered if he’d just fucked everything up.

“W-what?” your voice was a small squeak, as you tried to see if he was just pulling your leg. But his gaze never wavered, “what did you just ask me?”

“I…” he stopped over a moment before reaching into his pocket with trembling hands and pulling out a small box. Your eyes widened in response as you realized that was not joking at all, further evidenced when he popped it open and showed you the ring inside. Your mouth dropped open when it all came together, “I thought the whole proposal would go a lot differently than this but umm...yeah. Will you marry me? That’s what I’m trying to ask...I’m glad Archie hadn’t spoiled that for you.”

“No,” you shook your head as you already felt tears pricking at your eyes, “he definitely didn’t. I thought he might have been holding something back, but I...I had no idea.”

“I know it hasn’t even been a year yet, but I feel like when you know someone 's the one..you know,” he admitted softly, “and I know you’re the one. The one I want to spend the rest of my life with, the one I want to call my wife...my everything.”

“James,” you looked between him and the ring a few more times before swallowing the lump in your throat, “gods, I am so in love with you. There was never a doubt in my mind that it was meant to be you. Yes, of course yes.”

“Really?!”

“Of course,” you beamed at him, “I love you, Bucky. You’re my forever.”

“Forever,” he breathed softly, “I like the sound of that.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Marvel Taglist (add yourself to a taglist here!)(strike-through means I couldn’t tag you - please check your settings!)

@qhbr2013 @greeneyedblondie44 @april-showers-and-flowers @softboiipascal @im-an-adult-ish @patzammit @niki-xie @xxlovingfandomsxx @startrekkingaroundasgard @welcometothepedroverse @actual-spawn-of-satan @punkerthanpascal @lazybeeches @someday-when-you-leave-me @justgivemethekeys @salome-c @rosiefridayrogersunday @neptunesglow @artsymaddie @haildoodles @amneris21 @star017 @irepostthingsiwanttoseelater @its–fandom–darling @ayamenimthiriel @alyispunk @djarinbarnes @edencherries @ashamed23 @sunsetskywalkerr @nikkixostan @spookispunk @cable-kenobi @ironicfoxes @cc13723things @gooddaykate @natthebattygeologist @sociallyantisocialbutterfly @n3ssm0nique @daughterofthenight117 @riddikulus-obsessions @imaginelover88 @saint-bvcky @sleep-tight1 @missstef23 @moonlacebeam @asylummara @wakandabiitch2 @hoodedbirdie @mysweetlittledesire @reallyloudstarlight @vintagepigeon @froggyy06 @fleurydelacoury @veil-of-time @queenbeean @deedepee @kenzieam @luxeavenger @dobbyjen @bbl32 @frickin-bats @caprisunsister @spacedadmando @bucks-bunny @starlightcrystalline @jensenswinchester @simonedk @keithseabrook27 @cloverrover @jedi-mando @fyeahatised @allforkook @bibliophilewednesday @doozywoozy @drayshadow @hellothankmas @milkxxkookies @ironicfoxes @livstilinski @lunaserenade

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x fem!reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #bucky barnes

585 notes · View notes

markedown · 2 years

Text

walk away | j.j.h

tags! jaehyun (nct) x fem!reader, student!jaehyun, strangers to lovers, slight fluff, angst, romance, jaehyun and reader are exes.

DISCLAIMER! mentions of cheating (pls pls pls cheating of any form is not condoned, i promise this is all part of the plot), mentions of sex (slight mentions of doing the deed)

It was a rare sight. He looks so happy. He looks so content. It was something that you wanted to have with him. It is something that you could never give to him.

Jaehyun has always been an eye candy. Many people see him as someone who is impossible to exist. They aren't entirely wrong because how could someone so ethereal, so kind, someone who puts others before himself and someone who is a real gentleman could exist in this cruel world?

But, as much as people say he is perfect, he really isn't. Not because you want to ruin his image to other people but because, who are we fooling? As everyone says, "Nobody's perfect." And that includes you and Jaehyun.

You met him when you were in your senior years in high school. You were both in 11th grade. He was the Star Player and you are the Student Council President. He transferred on the latter part of the semester when you were in 11th grade. He was very shy, and sometimes timid according to other people but that didn't stop people from doing their best to get noticed by him.

But, you happened. You were the apple of his eye. You were the one that caught his attention, his heart and his whole being. It started with small talks while walking down the hallways, he started to excuse you from classes and asking you to go out with him after class. You guys have been inseparable ever since.

Your friends tried so hard to make you see that he likes you. The way you like him, too. But you were just in-denial because, who would like me, anyway? You were thinking of all the possible things that could be the reason why Jaehyun acts that way to you.

I'm just a friend. He was just being nice. He's probably like that to each and everyone.

But as soon as the summer break started, he confessed his feelings for you. You thought that maybe he was just playing with you. Maybe he just wants to get a reaction out of me. Or maybe this was just a prank he was trying to pull or it can be a bet that he and his friends did.

You thought of all the possible things that could lead to him confessing to you but none of it mattered. Because Jaehyun proved to you that you are the only girl he ever loved in his entire life. You are the only girl that makes his heart beat faster, makes his day better and you were the adrenaline pumping into his veins. He loved every bit of you and you love every bit of him too.

Not until you both got into college. He immediately became a varsity player at your university which made it difficult for the both of you to make time for each other. You got busy with org meetings, he got busy with basketball practice. It was hard to find time to be with each other.

You slowly lost hope and wanted to make it up to him and so you planned to surprise him at his dorm. Both of your birthdays are nearing and it was something you both have in common. You were both born on the 14th of February. So you decided to drop by his dorm and surprise him.

You baked a cake, you bought him a new pair of basketball shoes and you dressed up a little so that you can impress him a little bit. You hailed a cab and finally, you arrived at his dorm.

Remembering that day still brings pain to your heart. Every moment was still vivid but what can you do? You can only walk away and set him free.

People never knew the reason for your break-up with Jaehyun. They knew about the break-up when Jaehyun suddenly deleted all of his social media accounts and he became MIA for half of the semester. You still kept in contact with his friends and they reassured her that he's still doing his schoolworks. They apologized on behalf of Jaehyun and told you that they did everything they could to stop Jaehyun from doing what he did to you.

You appreciated all of his friends and you knew he was in good hands because these people knew how to not tolerate a friend's wrongdoing. And eversince that night, you never saw Jaehyun again.

So I drown it out. Like I always do. Dancing through our house. With the ghost of you.

You can't believe what you just witnessed. It feels like your soul just left your body and every last bit of air left your lungs. You hear your heartbeat ringing on your ears, you felt like you were punched in the gut. But nothing beats the pain that you feel inside.

If you could only stop your own heart from breaking you would've done just that. You caught Jaehyun, on top of the girl he told you not to worry about. You can still hear their pleasured moans and groans as if they were up in the clouds, with the euphoric feeling of having each other, skin-to-skin.

Yet you were there on the doorway. Tears flowing one by one which felt like acid onto your skin. The only thing that stopped them was the sob that escaped your lips. Jaehyun's head snapped into your direction and horror was evident in his eyes. But, he didn't stop thrusting into the girl. Sob after sob, you were out of air and all you could do was to run away from that place. You didn't know where your feet took you but you are out of breath, running away from the scene that just unfolded right in front of you. As you ran, you can hear Jaehyun, yelling at you to stop.

You kept on running but your feet betrayed you and you slowly fell down on the ground. It didn't matter to you if many people saw you, that didn't matter. Thoughts entered your mind and you can't seem to find answers for these questions, "Where did I go wrong?", "Did I make him wait too much?", "Was I too prude?" Every demeaning thought came into you like a waterfall.

"Love, please... I can explain?"Jaehyun said as he caught up to you and held your shoulders. You looked straight onto the road. You didn't know if you can still speak to him. All you know is that there must've been something that you did wrong.

"Jae, am I... not enough... for you?" You said with tears falling down from your eyes. You can already tell that your cheeks are stained with mascara mixed with tears but you didn't care. You can hear Jaehyun let out a sigh. He helped you to stand up and lead you to a nearby bench.

"Love, I can never tell you how sorry I am. How hard it was for me to come clean and tell you what I've been doing behind your back. But, I'm really really sorry." He said with the calmest voice you have ever heard from him.

"I don't know what to say... Did I make you wait too much? Was there something wrong with me? Was I too prude? Is my body too ugly for your liking? Did I do something wrong for me to experience this?" You said almost inaudible due to the sobs you can't help but to let out.

"Love please... please don't say that, it's on me—" You stood up and wiped every tear that left your eyes. You told him to stop. You took a step and you almost fell but you got back right into your feet. You felt so ugly. You felt like you will never be good enough. Flashbacks from senior high school came into your mind. You remembered how every girl told you that you don't deserve someone like Jaehyun because he is literally perfect which made you cry even harder.

Maybe it wasn't meant to be. Maybe I wasn't meant for you.

It had been two years since that night. But the pain that you feel up until today is still there. It felt like it just happened yesterday. You didn't get the chance to heal on your own when everything reminded you of that particular scene. Like a broken record, it kept on playing inside your mind, in your dreams and even if you are wide awake.

You wanted to forget him. Even if it seems impossible because you are now in the same friend group, in the same university. His friends contacted him after that but you never asked them what his response was.

You envied him. You envied him for moving on so fast. You envied him because he seemed so happy right now while you're still broken and asking why you had to be the only one who carried the burden and the hurt of what he did.

You only wished to love, but no one told you about getting hurt.

It was rare. I was there, I remember it all too well.

You were not a night owl, but for some reason, it's 2:00 AM and you are still awake. It was hard to breathe. The once comfortable bedroom became stuffy and you are left wondering. Walking in the middle of the night was not a good idea but you still went out and walked around the apartment complex. It was cold but not to the point where you get chills. You should've brought another coat but you enjoyed the cold air, indeed it helped you breathe better. As you reached the gazebo in the complex, you saw a man sitting on one of the benches with his head hung low, hands inside the pocket of his hoodie.

10 meters.

5 meters.

3 meters.

"Jaehyun? Is that... you?" You voiced out and you hated that you were right. He looked up and you were surprised with how he looked. His once bright and jolly eyes became dull, tired, and... sad? So many questions flooded your mind.

"I missed you. It sounds so freaking bad because who am I to say that? I don't even deserve to be here." He slurred out and you confirmed, he was drunk. You sat on the seat in front of him and sighed.

"Why are you here? It's 2:14 AM, you should go home, you're drunk." You said as you fiddled with your fingers. Your hands are cold, but your body felt hot. Meeting him after 2 years of avoiding each other made you want to walk away. You wanted to, but there's something that stopped you. Jaehyun sighed and covered his face with his hands. As the wind blew, the faint smell of alcohol and cigar reached you. You held the tears that was starting to form around your eyes.

"I came here to see you. I was hoping to see you." He said as he removed his hands from his face and looked at you with his dull eyes. It was dark, but you still can see his swollen eyes, his slender face and the darkness under his eyes. He looked unwell. It made you worry. It shouldn't bother you but it did.

"You're drunk, Jaehyun. You should go home. You shouldn't even be here. You have no reason to be." You quietly said as you stood up, finally gathering the courage to walk away and never look back. He held your wrist, stopping you from walking away. Jaehyun stood up and hugged you from the back.

"I'm sorry." That was the last straw. Tears streamed down your face and you let out the most heart-wrenching sob you have been holding back. Jaehyun hugged you tighter as he felt you shake in his arms. You can't stop crying. You don't even know why. Maybe you do, but you just can't put into words the pain that you are feeling right now. You covered your mouth to stop yourself from sobbing but it didn't do anything. He grabbed you tighter as you felt a wetness on your shoulder.

"You shouldn't be crying. Y-You don't know how hurt I was when I saw you that night. I... I was so excited to see you because it was your birthday and I prepared so much to see you after a long time. I-I wanted to fight for our relationship so bad, Jae." You whispered as tears kept on falling from your eyes. You heard him sob on your shoulders. It was unfair. It was unfair that he gets to cry after all that he did but you can't bring yourself to shout at him. You slowly removed his arms that are caging you and you started to walk away. You can't stop crying and sobbing, your heart was so heavy and you can't control the thoughts that kept running through your mind. Jaehyun wanted to follow you. But, how dare he come back to you after all the pain that he has caused?

Is there an end to this agony?

No matter how long it takes, I'll find my way back home.

It was a day before your birthday. Luckily, it was also the start of your semester break. You decided to go back home for the break but you were too lazy to pack so you decided to stay in the dorms for a week. It has been almost a month since Jaehyun came to your dorms, drunk and apologizing to you. You tried so hard to forget that night, but the stinging pain in your chest makes you remember all the things that happened.

For some reason, even after 2 years you still can't bring yourself to face Jaehyun and get the closure that you need. After all, there was no formal break-up. You just decided to cut off communication and avoid seeing each other. As you lie on your bed, you wished for the pain and agony of your longing heart to go away.

Your thoughts slowly dissipate as your body slowly falls asleep then you were awaken by the ringing of your doorbell. Maybe it's the dorm auntie. I told her that I will stay for the week, ugh. You thought as you decided to not open the door but after a minute, the ringing was replaced by continuous knocking. You groaned and stood up, not minding what you are currently wearing and opened the door.

You looked up and saw Jaehyun at your doorstep. He looked at you with wide eyes and he suddenly looked away. You slammed the door almost too hard and remembered that you're only wearing your silk camisole and silk shorts (which was really short) to match it. You grunted and ran to your bedroom and put on a random sweater and sweatshorts. You ran back to your door and sighed. After a few seconds, you opened the door and Jaehyun was still there. He looked at you and smiled timidly.

"Why are you here? Do you need something?" You quietly asked and he just scratched his nape and sighed. After that incident, you still don't know where the two of you stand. Are you still lovers? Are you exes? Or are you just strangers with bad memories of each other?

"I... wanted to talk to you. Personally." He said as he fiddled with his fingers and tried his best to look into your eyes. You wanted to cuss him out. You wanted to be mad at him. But you chose not to. Maybe, this was the closure that the two of you needed. Maybe this will be the last line to your ending chapter. You looked at him and slowly opened the door and let him inside.

No one tried to speak. It was the most awkward 5 minutes in your life. You both sat at the dinner table. He was sitting in front of you and you can't figure out if he wants to talk or not.

"I really don't know how to say this but I just want to apologize to you. I know it sounds so repetitive but believe me when I say that I really am sorry." He said as he looked at you, eyes the sincerest they've ever been. You can feel the lump forming in your throat and the tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

"There's no excuse for what I did when we were still together and I shouldn't have come that night, drunk and high. I'm really sorry and I understand if you can't forgive me. I mean, after all, what I did was unforgiveable." He said as he looked at you with apologetic eyes. He looked the same as the night you last saw him. Swollen eyes, face a little bit smaller, he looks just as disoriented as before.

"I have so much to say to you, Jaehyun. I wanted to ask why did you do it? You could've just said to me that you don't feel the same anymore. You could've said, I was not giving you the attention you rightfully needed because I would understand so that I could make it up to you." You stopped mid-sentence as a you let out a sob. You looked up to prevent the tears from streaming down your face. You could hear Jaehyun sniff, a sign that he has been crying too.

"I loved you, Jaehyun. I still love you. I won't say that I forgive you because, it might take a long time for me to heal." You said as you wiped away the tears from your eyes. Jaehyun let out a sob as he reached for your hand and held it close to his face. You could feel the warm tears wetting your hand and the heart-wrenching sobs Jaehyun let out. You looked away as your own tears stream down your face.

Jaehyun continued to whisper I'm sorry and you can't stop crying. This was not the closure you expected but this was definitely something that you needed. You needed time to be away from each other. You needed it so that you won't hurt each other more with words you don't mean.

Maybe this was really the end for the both of you. Maybe this will be a start of something new, all you know now is that you can finally heal from the past and maybe. Just maybe, you can be with the only man you loved with all of your heart.

this was long overdue 😭 i ought to post this on jaehyun's birthday but it took me a lot of time to finish this. consider this a post-valentine gift? 😅 hope you liked this story! (this was my first time writing in tumblr btw)

#jaehyun au #nct #nct jaehyun #nct angst #nct 127 #nct aus #jeong jaehyun

56 notes · View notes

popsunner · 3 years

Text

The (Incomplete) List of Queer Movies With Actual Happy Endings

Disclaimer- I am a white lesbian, so while I have seen and enjoyed all of these movies, I do not have capital knowledge on what is and isn’t problematic or inaccurate

Gods Own Country (mlm)

A young farmer numbs his frustrations with drinking and casual sex until a Romanian migrant worker sets him on a new path.

Laurence Anyways (trans mtf, wlw)

In the '90s, Laurence tells his girlfriend, Fred, that he wants to become a woman; they confront the prejudices of their friends, ignore the council of their families and brave the phobias of the society they offend.

Were The World Mine (mlm)

A gay teen (Tanner Cohen) uses a love potion to turn close-minded townspeople into homosexuals, including the handsome jock with whom he is secretly in love.

The Birdcage (mlm)

In this remake of the classic French farce "La Cage aux Folles," engaged couple Val Goldman (Dan Futterman) and Barbara Keeley (Calista Flockhart) shakily introduce their future in-laws. Val's father, Armand (Robin Williams), a gay Miami drag club owner, pretends to be straight and attempts to hide his relationship with Albert (Nathan Lane), his life partner and the club's flamboyant star attraction, so as to please Barbara's father, controversial Republican Sen. Kevin Keeley (Gene Hackman).

Kiss Me (wlw)

A young woman engaged to be married finds herself in an affair with her soon-to-be stepmother's lesbian daughter.

Handsome Devil (mlm)

Two opposites, a loner and the top athlete become friends at a rugby-obsessed boarding school, and the authorities test their friendship.

Pride (mixed)

Realising that they share common foes in Margaret Thatcher, the police and the conservative press, London-based gay and lesbian activists lend their support to striking miners in 1984 Wales.

Boy Meets Girl (trans mtf)

Ricky, a 21-year-old transgender young woman living in Virginia, dreams of becoming a designer in New York.

Moonlight (mlm, poc)

A look at three defining chapters in the life of Chiron, a young black man growing up in Miami. His epic journey to manhood is guided by the kindness, support and love of the community that helps raise him.

The Handmaiden (wlw, poc)

With help from an orphaned pickpocket (Kim Tae-ri), a Korean con man (Ha Jung-woo) devises an elaborate plot to seduce and bilk a Japanese woman (Kim Min-hee) out of her inheritance.

North Sea Texas (mlm)

A teenager searching for love finds it in the boy next door.

To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar (poc)

Three drag queens travel cross-country until their car breaks down, leaving them stranded in a small town.

Saving Face (wlw, poc)

Wil (Michelle Krusiec) is a lesbian, but she not dare tell her widowed mother, Hwei-lan (Joan Chen), or her very traditional grandparents. She's shocked, however, to find out she's not the only one in her family with romantic secrets when she learns that her 48-year-old mother is pregnant. Unwilling to reveal who the father is, Hwei-lan is kicked out of her parents' home and must move in with Wil, which puts a strain on Wil's budding relationship with openly gay Vivian (Lynn Chen).

4th Man Out (mlm)

After celebrating his 24th birthday, a mechanic (Evan Todd) decides to tell his three buddies (Parker Young, Chord Overstreet) that he is gay.

The Danish Girl (trans mtf, wlw)

With support from his loving wife Gerda (Alicia Vikander), artist Einar Wegener (Eddie Redmayne) prepares to undergo one of the first sex-change operations.

The Adventures of Priscilla Queen of the Desert (trans mtf)

When drag queen Anthony (Hugo Weaving) agrees to take his act on the road, he invites fellow cross-dresser Adam (Guy Pearce) and transsexual Bernadette (Terence Stamp) to come along. In their colorful bus, named Priscilla, the three performers travel across the Australian desert performing for enthusiastic crowds and homophobic locals. But when the other two performers learn the truth about why Anthony took the job, it threatens their act and their friendship.

Romeos (trans ftm, mlm)

Lucas, a transgendered woman becoming a man, is stuck in a female residential hall.

52 Tuesdays (trans ftm)

A teenage girl's road to adulthood and independence is accelerated when her mum says he wants to become a man, and limits their time together to Tuesday afternoons.

Esteros (mlm, poc)

Matias and Jeronimo's friendship takes a new turn during the holiday before starting high school, when they both experience their sexual awakening.

The Half of It (wlw, poc)

A shy, introverted student helps the school jock woo a girl whom, secretly, they both want.

Pariah (wlw, poc)

Teenage Alike (Adepero Oduye) lives in Brooklyn's Fort Greene neighborhood with her parents (Charles Parnell, Kim Wayans) and younger sister (Sahra Mellesse). A lesbian, Alike quietly embraces her identity and is looking for her first lover, but she wonders how much she can truly confide in her family, especially with her parents' marriage already strained. When Alike's mother presses her to befriend a colleague's daughter (Aasha Davis), Alike finds the gal to be a pleasant companion.

Big Eden (mlm)

Henry Hart (Arye Gross) is a young gay artist living in New York City. When his grandfather has a stroke, Henry puts his career on hold and returns home to the small town of Big Eden, Montana, to care for him. While there, Henry hopes to strike up a romance with Dean Stewart (Tim DeKay), his high-school best friend for whom he still has feelings. But he's surprised when he finds that Pike (Eric Schweig), a quiet Native American who owns the local general store, may have a crush on him.

1K notes · View notes

blackinn-n · 3 years

Text

Blackinnon headcanons (because @marlymckitten’s lovely ones got me to write a bit again <3 go check on hers!!!!)

Yes. It’s sappy. But I love sappy Blackinnon. I can’t bear angst any longer so enjoy!

Sirius fell in love with her before she fell in love with him. Actually, he fell in love with Marlene before James fell in love with Lily, even if he took longer to realize it. He unconsciously developed a crush on her during their first year and recognize his messy feelings as love when he was a bit older. Anyway, he liked to say to her that he had loved her since he was a kid and Marlene used to roll her eyes and call him a sappy liar — but Sirius was not lying. Not even a bit.

I personally hc that they didn’t start dating at Hogwarts. Sirius was, emotionally, too much of a mess to actually sort out what he felt. It was not that he wasn’t sure of her — he knew he loved Marlene. He was certain of that. He was just scared to hurt her in any way possible, and though less of himself — he though he wasn’t able to make her happy, and he could not bear it.

It was Marlene who made the first move. One night, she just kissed him. They were alone in London, laughing, smoking and chatting at 1 AM while the rest of the gang had already went home. She just did it. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. Hard, passionately. It took him out of breath.

As their relationship became solid, it was clear to both of them that what was happening was that.. they were settling. To Sirius, the word has seem horrendous till she had told him what she felt for him. But he was happier that he had ever been with her and was actually pretty content with the perspective of being hers for the rest of his life.

They weren’t too much into PDA. Sirius resting a hand on her tights, or holding hands was ok — but they couldn’t stand couples who made out constantly while they were out with friends. It was totally different when they were drunk: in that occasions they could not take their hands off each other and used to disappear so as to shag in some bathroom or to go home (to shag. Yes, they did it nonstop)

They had a matching tattoo. They had gone out one evening in March, just the two of them. It was supposed to be a romantic dinner but it had naturally lead to a drunk night in some club in London. After that, they had found some weird (and probably too dirty to be trusted) tattoo shop which was still opened at night and decided to go for it. They were too tipsy to be taken seriously, but managed to explain to the tattooer what they wanted. At the end, Sirius got the written “star of the sky” in Marlene’s handwriting, and she had “star of the sea” in his, on their pelvis. It was sappy, they knew it, but it was them.

Marlene absolutely adored Sirius. She thought he was breathtaking. That’s true, a lot of people thought that — Sirius was indeed a very handsome man, but to Marlene, Sirius was much more than that. Marlene loved everything about him. She loved stroking his hair and caressing the side of his face. She loved when he took her hands into his. She loved kissing his full lips and holding his gaze, despite it made her blush most of the time. She loved feeling his weight on her when he fell asleep while cuddling. She loved feeling him inside of her, it made her feel a sense of fullness and connection she had never felt with someone before.

James was so happy when they got together. He wasn’t even the slightest angry or upset at them, though they knew he would have killed them both if they hurt each other.

Lily was ecstatic when they started dating, too. Perhaps even more than her husband, considering she was the first person Sirius admitted he was in love with Marlene to. It happened during their seventh year at Hogwarts. Lily was looking for Marls — she knew the Astronomy Tower was her and Sirius’ spot and expected to find her there, but only him was present that evening. They talked quite a lot and at one point he just slipped it out. It felt so scaring, but so, so good. Lily promised not to tell a soul, not even to James and Sirius trusted her. She also advised him to tell her, but he knew he needed more time.

He desired a family with her but was scared to bring the topic up — he didn’t really think he would have really been much of a father material with the upbringing he had. His worse nightmare was perhaps inflicting on his children the same pain he had had to endure during his childhood — the idea scared him shitless. But one day, they talked about it. They approached the subject shyly, as if having different perspectives would have risked to break what they had. When Sirius told her it would have be nice, to have kids one day, Marlene could not suppress the wide, genuine smile that appeared on her face. “You’d really want them?” “Yes. With you, I would want them. I think I would be a shit father, but with you to balance I think they’d turn up nice” “That’s bullshit. You will be a wonderful dad.” “I will be? Not “would”?” “Yep. You will. I think we should talk about it… having kids, one day.” Sirius had never been happier.

Marlene’s family was fond of Sirius. Her parents and brother especially. And of course Euphemia and Fleamont loved Marlene — she was James’ first friend ever. Euphemia confessed them once that she had been planning their wedding since fifth year (James laughed a bit to much for Marlene’s liking after hearing that).

Marlene once had called Walburga Black a “fucking cow”. She hadn’t just called her that, she had YELLED it on the platform before taking Sirius hand and making him follow her on the train. She had heard a sneaky comment from her: it was the usual babbling about Sirius being a shame, a failure for being how he was, for hanging out with dirty mudbloods and staying at the Potters. She could not take it. Although her mother (who had intercepted her daughter’s furious expression) had tried to stop her, she had just walked over and yelled at Walburga Black, a witch from a noble and ancient family in the Magical Community, that she was a fucking cow. Around lots, lots of people. Sirius thought he had never loved her more.

Once Sirius told her he wanted to shave his beard, and she screamed, horrified and threatened not to have sex with him for a month if he really did it.

For his 23rd birthday, Marlene gifted him a handful of Polaroids of her nudes, along with his real present. Sirius remained in total awe for a few seconds and then looked at her like a puppy who has received the best toy ever. He really was a simple man, not needing much to be happy.

Sirius couldn’t cook for shit. He could barely prepare a toast without burning something. And most of the time, when he was hungry, he forgot he could use magic. That meant he was not able to surprise her with breakfast in bed or some thing like that — okay, he knew how to make coffee or how to spread jam on bread, he was not that dumb. Anyway, Marlene used to tease him by saying he would starve if she refused to cook for the rest of his days. “I can always eat you, you know” “You are incredible, Black”

7th year’s St Valentine’s Day was perhaps the worst one Marlene had spent in her seventeen years on the Earth. Not that she had ever celebrated it (she hated St Valentine’s Day, the sappy promises, the fake couples who put on a good face during the trip to Hogsmeade so as to show off even if half school knew one of them was shagging someone else. She just couldn’t bear it), but that year every. single. one of her friends had a date. Lily went with James, Remus had gone to Hogsmeade with a bloke he had met in the summer, Alice went with Frank, Mary had been asked by a quite good looking boy who was part of the same club as hers, Emmeline and Dorcas went together (their first public trip after their coming out) and even Peter had managed to set up a date with a really nice girl he had had a crush on since fifth year. And Sirius… well, she supposed he was shagging three or four girls at the same time. Marlene spent most of her time in the library, catching up with her homework, and after a rather depressing lunch alone she hid herself in the Common Room who was occupied only by first and second years who could not go to the village yet. She read a book until she heard someone calling her name. She didn’t even had to turn around to know who it was. Nobody called her Lene. They walked through the empty corridors and corners of the school, perfectly comfortable with one another. He asked her what she had done that day, but she didn’t ask him back. She didn’t want to know if he had gone to Hogsmeade with someone. What she didn’t know was that, yes, he had gone to the village… to buy her flowers. They following morning, when she woke up, she found a beautiful bouquet of tulips — her favorites — of all colors. The was no card attached and it took Lily twenty minutes to convince Marlene that they really were for her.

Marlene’s dream had always been to visit Paris. When she was ten, she promised herself that she would only have gone with the love of her life — Marlene pretended to be nauseated by romance, but the truth was that she was a hopeless romantic herself. She kept the promise. One year or so into their relationship, Sirius and Marlene stayed in Paris for a week. One night they went to a bar and returned to the apartment quite intoxicated and extremely horny, so the usual. They shagged everywhere, on the couch, on the bed, on the floor, by the fucking window, not caring who could see them. Once they were finished, they were laying on the couch, naked, only covered by a thin blanket to protect them from the chilly air, their bodies entangled. She told him about her promise. He just looked at her, his eyes full of pure love. And he told her. And it was not scary, quite the contrary, actually. “I love you” he simply said. “I love you so much, Marls” She tried to reply, but her voice was thick with emotion. He understood anyway and gently kissed her, thinking he had finally found something worth living for. And it was love, it had always been love.

#blackinnon #sirius black #marlene mckinnon #marauders #marlene x sirius #sirius x marlene #harry potter #marauders era #blackinnon headcanons

121 notes · View notes

stae-yong · 4 years

Text

list of all my fave nct fics/scenarios

hello! so recently i enjoy reading on tumblr than on aff since there isn’t much nct fanfics on there. i made this list as a recommendation and so that i could remember and keep track of all the fics i read so i could re-read them in the future. most of the fics i read are reader x member (romance) and are either oneshots or completed series, though some fics are unfinished.

my main biases in nct include jaehyun, taeyong, and mark. i apologize if that is all this list contains of since i don’t really read much of the other members. but anyways, give these fics a read!! update: PART 2 IS UP!!! CLICK HERE

legend: ✿ - fluff || † - angst || ✓ completed || ☼ fave || ✦ contain smut or mature content

ps: some of the fics i read are marked as angst, but have a happy ending!!

JAEHYUN

“If everything around me is all my imagination, then you’re the best thing I’ve come up with.” best friend!au by jungstruly ✿✓

tree house by heartkyu ✿✓

make out with me by loviejaehyun ✿✓

friday boy by heartachetosing ✦✿✓

and in the end by bba-sae ✦✓☼☼☼☼☼

[00:11] on your birthday by nctzensshi ✿✓

created by the stars by onlyinmywildestfantasies ✦✿✓

gold leaf by stormae ✿✓☼☼☼☼

valentine’s couple by prettywordsyouleft ✿✓☼

broken machines by icedcappujaeno ✿✓

nurse!jaehyun by jungstruly ✿✓

you may regret this by lovingyong †✿✓✦☼

don’t look back by lovingyong (sequel to you may regret this) †✿✦☼

love, eternal by jungcity †✿✓✦☼☼☼☼☼

bane of the devil by jungcity †✿✦☼☼☼

where the heaven are we? by fullsuh †✦✓☼☼

barista!jaehyun by ppangjae (this has 3 parts!! i linked the third so you could click on the first two when you’re redirected) ✿✓☼

strawberries by just-come-baek ✿✓☼

mafia!jaehyun by alientaeyong ✿✓✦

glasses by multikpopwriter ✿✓

coming home by scarletwinterxx ✿✓

let me know by ppangjae ✿†✓☼

bad boy & bad boy sequel by jae-canikeepyou ✿✦✓

14 roses by jae-canikeepyou ✿✓

marked by jae-canikeepyou ✿†✓

never not by dearncityy ✿†✓

ethereal by celestialmark ✿†✓☼☼☼☼☼ (if this is not a masterpiece then idk what is)

hiding in a tree by hyuckles-chuckles ✿✓

june 24 by ppangjae ✿✓

blue lace by moondustis ✿✦✓

new things: simple by moondustis ✿✦✓

pretty eyes, prettier smile by gentledreaming ✿✦✓

perhaps, love by ncthothours ✿

poppy seeds by hyuckios ✿✓☼

of all the colors by loveau ✿✓

love maze by dimplyjae ✿☼

balance of us by solecize ✿✓ (socialmedia au!)

good thing by chaezy ✿✓

our playlist by rendezvousrenjun ✿†✓

n side by moondustis ✿✦✓

when icarus falls by baobaojng ✿†✓☼☼☼☼☼

push and pull by baobaojng ✿†✓

idol!jaehyun by mono127 **this is not a fic but its cute

take you home by timetoresurface ✿✓

star crossed by nakajeno ✿✓☼ (socialmedia au!)

get to you by suhdone ✿✓ (socialmedia au!)

spending the night by i-am-regular-scenarios ✿✦✓

valentines day by greennct ✿✓☼

boy things by dimplyjae (this has 2 parts) ✿✦✓☼☼☼☼☼

“Fuck it, a new year is about to start, and I can’t go another year hiding this from you - I love you.” bestfriend!au by ncttoast (you should check her masterlist for more scenarios) ✿✓

beautiful stranger by strangely-amusing ✿✓☼☼☼☼☼

je te laisserai des mots by jungcity †✓☼

executive order by ofwolvesandbutterflies ✿✦✓☼☼ (has 4 parts but i linked you to the first)

lowkey by vibranthuesofkpop (has 3 parts but i linked you to the first. part 3 is here)

marry me by jaehyun-eclipsed ✿✓☼

all in by ofwolvesandbutterflies ✦✓

bestfriend!jaehyun by ofdreamsnwishes ✿✓

blooming by hyucks-archive ✿✓

secrets of the hill by baobaojng ✿†☼

goodluck by jaehyun avenue ✦✓

be mine by cozyjae ✿✓

of sunrise and roses by fullsunalicia ✿✓☼☼☼☼☼

infront of you by sluttyten ✿✦✓

memoirs of broken people by bba-sae ✿†☼

domaine de la romanée by heartau ✿✦†✓☼

paradiso by caiuscassiuss ✿✦†✓☼

unfortunate events by turtletaemin ✿✦✓☼

the louvre by moondustis ✿✦†✓

ordinary people by ppangjae ✿†✓

14 ways to know your in love by maknaesdancersrappers ✿✓☼

love you goodbye by serendipityseulgi ✿✦†✓

please, please, please by dreaminghaos ✿✦†✓

summer haze by dreaminghaos ✿✦†✓

first date by tuanstrash ✿✓

punch drunk by stormae ✿✓

odd hour by jae-canikeepyou ✿✓

valentine boy by starlightkun ✿✓

hallway to heaven by sopewriters ✿✓

serendipity by kuroaka ✿✓

moonlight child by valentinesicheng ✿✓

valentine boy by whereisten ✦✓☼☼☼

luxury by nctstudio ✿✓

lowkey by vibranthuesofkpop (has 3 parts and contain smut in the third part) ✿✓☼☼☼

TAEYONG

hanakotoba by lovingyong ✿✓☼☼☼

saudade by jungcity †✦✓

absolutely by sweaterpawstaeyong †✿✓☼

flowers in your hair by 127vevo ✿✓

feel special | heartstrings by tomoonine ✿✓

fool by yongtxt ✿✦✓☼

dancing in the kitchen by yunoij ✿✓

ataraxia by min-youngis ✿✓

chemistry by cocobeannct ✿✓

a cut above the rest by greennct ✿✓

may i? by ofwolvesandbutterflies ✿✓

psycho by junguws †✦✓

seat stealer by taeyohonic ✿✓

best mistake by taevcngs ✿✓

syndicate of fallen angels by stormae †✿✓☼

long flight by lavenderxuxi ✿✓

promise by sweaterpawstaeyong ✿✓☼

guardian angels by fullsunalicia ✿✓☼☼☼☼☼

standstill by stormae ✿✓☼

frostbite by strangely-amusing ✿✓

MARK

don’t need a lucky charm by markszone ✿✓

slip-ups by yoondoze ✿✓

best night of our lives by defkooka ✿✓☼

first date by mnhynq ✿✓

blackmail by kpop-stole-my-sanity ✿✓

college boyfriend! by kirei-markeu ✿✓

little surfer girl by jaeminlore ✿✓

seasons by jaeminlore ✿†✓

disconnected by gohyuck ✿✓

solitude by celestialmark ✿✓ (link is to preview, but you could find the next chapters there as well)

a poem titled you by celestialmark ✿✓

sunflower by celestialmark ✿✓

the world is ending and i’m with you by jaeminlore ✦✓

#nct fic rec #nct fanfic #jaehyun fic #jaehyun #taeyong fic #taeyong #mark lee fic #mark #mark lee #nct mark #nct scenarios #nct imagines

3K notes · View notes

angelasscribbles · 2 years

Text

My Best Friend's Girl Chapter 7: Birthday Wishes

Series: My Best Friends Girl

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Characters: Drake Walker, Liam Rys, Riley Campbell

Rating: R

Warnings: Some chapters may contain explicit language

You can catch up on my other stuff here.

Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly get in any deeper, my birthday happened. I hate my birthday, at least I use to. It’s not that I hate it so much as, I don’t see the point in celebrating it. I mean, what am I celebrating? I didn’t do anything. I just got born. Like everyone else on the planet, through no effort of my own. What’s to celebrate? Getting a year closer to death? Seems pointless if you ask me.

Liam has always been understanding about it. He usually respects my wishes to not make a big deal out of it and he doesn’t go around telling people about it. Until this year that is. I mean….why?

I knew something was up the moment I saw her. It was the way she looked at me, like a cat that had just swallowed a canary.

“Why do you look so happy to see me?” I asked suspiciously, then it dawned on me, “Oh no….god no…..”

“Yep. Happy birthday.” Why was she so happy about it?

“Liam, you told her?” Why, seriously, why??

“My deepest apologies Drake, I forgot that it was such a closely guarded secret.” Liam seemed genuinely remorseful.

I sighed, Liam had enough real shit to worry about, he didn’t need my issues on top of it all. “It’s fine. It doesn’t matter, because this is the last we’re ever going to speak of it ever again.”

“You don’t want to do something fun on your birthday?” Hana asked, “Even I was allowed petit fours and an hour playing with my father’s cat each year…”

“Man Drake, even Hana feels bad for you.” Maxwell looked at me in amazement.

“I don’t need fun to enjoy myself. Besides, what could you jokers possibly want to do that would be fun for me?” I mean, seriously.

I was absolutely, positively, no matter what, not going to celebrate my birthday. Not a chance in hell. No, nope, not gonna happen.

Next thing I knew, we were in a damn bar with a fucking mechanical bull. Why in the fuck can’t I ever say no to this girl? Maxwell was way too enthusiastic, Hana was clueless, I don’t know what I was thinking. “I can’t believe you actually talked me into this.”

“First order of business…we’ve got to get you a birthday drink!” She chirped, as if I wasn’t being extra grumpy.

“I’ll buy the first round.” Liam signaled a waiter.

“On his birthday? Any bartender with a heart would give him a free drink to start the night off, don’t you think?” She was way too excited about the whole thing.

“Free drinks are something that happens when you’re a woman, Campbell.” I assured her, “Even on my twenty-first birthday I didn’t get so much as a free drop from anyone.”

“No? Well, let me see what I can do. Come on, Drake.” She grabbed my hand, and I would say she drug me to the bar, but the truth is, I followed her because I didn’t want to let go. Pretty sure I would follow you anywhere.

We make it to the bar, and I felt disappointment wash through me as she dropped my hand and called out to the guy behind the counter, “Hey bartender, my friend here is celebrating his birthday today! Can we get a drink on the house?”

You could have knocked me over with a feather when this guy looks at her and just nods! I mean…what? “It’s like everything I know is wrong.”

“Heh. Good of you to admit it.” She smirked at me.

A thought occurred to me, and I should have kept it to myself, but instead I blurted out, “No, wait. I figured it out. Of course he’ll do it for you. No one says no to a hot girl.”

“Drake….”

“What?”

A slow smile spread across her face, “You definitely just called me hot.”

Well, shit. “I just meant…..from his perspective……..” Fuck, now I’ve just said that she isn’t hot. Seriously, fuck my life right now.

“Suuuure.”

I felt a flush creep up my neck. God damn it. Change the subject already! “Anyway, stop holding up the line. You’ve gotta tell the man what drink you’re ordering.”

The bartender gave me a look like he thought I was a complete idiot. He was probably right. She ordered a whiskey and handed it to me. Things were looking up. “It’s really starting to feel like my birthday now. Gotta admit, I thought you might make me suffer.”

“What can I say? It’s your birthday!” She gave me one of those smiles that makes me feel like I’m the only person in the room. When she looks at me like that, I feel special and it’s both exhilarating and terrifying. I don’t know what to do with that feeling.

“Everyone deserves to have at least one day out of the year when people are nice to them.” She continued.

“A guy could get used to this.” I told her, my eyes running longingly over her face. Just as I was about to say something more, something I definitely shouldn’t be saying, Hana showed up.

“There you two are!”

Maxwell was right behind her, “Liam just paid the guy operating the mechanical bull. He wants Drake to ride!”

“Me? No way.” I was not drunk enough to make a fool out of myself.

A whole conversation ensued about having fun and seizing the day and my Texas roots that apparently convey some sort of automatic advantage about these things.

I was absolutely, positively, no matter what, not going to get on that bull. Not a chance in hell. No, nope, not gonna happen.

Then she put her hand on my arm and looked up at me with those fucking gorgeous green eyes that you could get lost in and next thing I know, I’m on the fucking bull. How does this keep happening?

Turns out all my years of horseback riding paid off with the bull riding. At least on the slow speed. “Ha. Not even a challenge!”

Then it sped up. “Ok, that’s a little harder.”

“Come on birthday boy, you can last longer than that.”

I shot her a look as I gripped the reins tighter. I admit, I may have gotten a little cocky by that point, “Is that all you’ve got, bull?”

It sped up again and before I realized what was happening, I was flying through the air. I literally landed on her. For a moment, time froze. I was laying on top of her. On top of her! My body was pressed into hers; I could feel every curve, her lips were within kissing distance and my heart was about to beat out of my chest.

What I said was, “Whoa! Sorry Campbell.” But I felt like I was taking an eternity to actually move off of her.

She laughed, “My own fault for making you do it.”

I laughed with her as I finally got to my feet, reaching back to help her up. She took my hand and I pulled her up, “True.” I said as she stumbled a little into me. I caught her so that my hands were on her hips. Again, the moment seemed to stretch. Then I heard Max’s voice asking if we were ok and remembered where we were. I cleared my throat and stepped back, dropping my hands. I shot a nervous look over to Liam who was suddenly right there.

“Riley, are you ok?” He asked her with concern.

“I’m okay.” She assured him.

He looked at me, “You ok?”

I nodded.

“That was pretty amazing!” He laughed, “Especially the part where you flew through the air!”

“You’re enjoying that way too much.” I grumbled. I was just relieved that he hadn’t seemed to pick up on the fact that I had enjoyed landing on his girlfriend.

There was dancing. As the night wore on, we rotated on and off the dance floor. Riley danced with Liam a lot, but also with Max and Hana. I noticed three different women checking me out, but I didn’t ask any of them to dance. Truth is, I wasn’t interested in anything they had to offer, which was really weird. Three months ago, I would have gone home with at least one of them. One-night stands are, were, kind of my specialty. I don’t do relationships. Too much work, too much drama. The couple of times I tried, it just didn’t work out. I never really cared that much when they didn’t though, which was likely part of the problem.

When she sidled up to me, I knew what was about to happen. But this time I meant it, I was absolutely, positively, no matter what, not going to dance with her. Not a chance in hell. No, nope, not gonna happen.

“Come on Drake, you have to dance, it’s your birthday!”

“What does it being my birthday have to do with dancing?” Seriously, that is not a thing, is it?

Then she touched me. First it was just her hands pulling me by mine toward the dance floor as I shook my head, then suddenly, she stopped and turned toward me, stepping close and putting her hands on my chest. She smiled up at me as she slid her hands up and wrapped her arms around my neck, “Come on, one dance. What could it hurt?”

I swear to mother fucking god, my hands went around her waist of their own volition! I was clearly not in control of my actions at that moment. First, my hands grasped her hips and yanked her in closer to me, I think I might have growled. What the fuck is wrong with me? Then my arms wrapped around her, and I held her tight against me as our bodies moved and swayed together to the beat. I stared down into her eyes, our lips inches apart for the second time that night. Once again, I felt my heart trying to beat out of my chest.

For the next three minutes I had the perfect excuse to hold her, touch her, press my body close to hers, I might have surreptitiously smelled her hair.

Then the music ended, and I had to let her go. But I was still buzzing from the close contact. Between that, the whiskey that flowed pretty damn freely and laughing and joking with everyone the rest of the night, I ended up having a damn good time after all.

At some point, as the night was winding down, I found myself alone at the table with her. Liam had gone to settle the tab and Max and Hana were having some kind of dance contest. I turned in the booth so that I was leaning up against the wall and looked across the table at her.

“I guess I should thank you. It turned out to be a pretty good birthday day after all.”

“Why don’t you like your birthday?” She asked.

“Well, to tell you the truth, I always dreaded my birthday when I was a kid. My parents tried hard, really hard, to give me the best birthday they could. But I kind of always knew that no matter what they did, Liam’s parents were going to top it. My parents got me a toy T-rex? Liam’s parents got the entire palace staff to dress up like dinosaurs for his birthday. My parents got me a cake shaped like a car? Liam’s parents got him a cake the size of a car.”

“Wow, that must have been hard.” She gave me a sympathetic look.

“I mean, sure, it wasn’t easy, but I knew we were lucky to live at the palace and even be invited to Liam’s birthdays. So I didn’t really care about that stuff. I was happy with my T-rex toy and happy to be invited to Liam’s dinosaur party, I never saw these birthday parties as a competition. But they were hell on my parents. They knew they could never come close to what my best friend was getting and that killed them. So when I was around nine or ten, I made a decision to stop having parties. No more cakes or presents….all I wanted was to spend the day with my family doing something fun. My parents loved it. Made them feel like they could really give me something special. And they did. Those are some of the best memories I have.”

“Awwww….”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m a total marshmallow, just don’t tell anyone else, ok?” I only want to tell my secrets to you.

She smiled at that, then got a more serious look on her face and said, “I hope I didn’t get in the way of any family traditions tonight.”

“Nah,” I answered, “My family’s not here anymore, so I wasn’t really expecting to do anything tonight. Anyway, tonight has actually been…well, it’s been really fun. And if I’m being honest with myself, it’s felt a lot more like those special birthdays with my family that I thought it could….” Because of you.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

“Yeah, I’m glad you dragged me out.” I hope it happens again.

“We should make it a tradition! We’ll go out every year from now on! Do something special for your birthday!” She smiled at me, and I couldn’t help but smile back.

The fact that she was talking about the future, a future where we still hanging out together, filled me with a warmth I wasn’t used to experiencing. “I…I’d like that.”

After a moment I realized that I was just staring at her like a lovesick idiot so I dropped my eyes and slid out of the booth, “We should call it a night. Liam should be back soon.”

I offered her my hand to help her out of the booth. She took it, pulled herself up then grabbed me into a tight hug. I stiffened in surprise at first then my arms went around her, and I hugged her back.

“I’m here for you….anytime.” She whispered in my ear.

“Thanks. Same here.” I whispered back. I wish this moment never had to end. If only birthday wishes came true.

#my best friends girl #angelasscribbles #drake walker #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #choices #liam rys #the royal romance #the royal romance fanfic #choices stories you play #trr #riley campbell

40 notes · View notes

waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

Text

In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter ten rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peters greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

Series Masterlist

Instead of lying in bed and crying all night, you decided to go out as a venom. You checked the hallway through the peephole in your door before leaving your apartment.

Once you stepped off the elevator, you kept your eyes glued to the floor in case Peter left his apartment as well. Since you weren’t looking up, you ended up smacking into the back of some guy.

“Sorry.” You muttered, still adverting your eyes.

“It’s all good.” He answered. You knew that voice. He turned around and your face lit up.

“Andy!” You exclaimed. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you into a tight hug. You lifted your legs off the floor and squeezed him as hard as you could. You really needed a hug.

“Hey you.” He laughed, pleasantly surprised that you were happy to see him. “How’s it going?”

“Uh, it’s going.” You faked a smile, not sure what else to tell him. “What are you doing here?”

“Well you’ve been so busy lately that we barely talk.” He said, a little harshly. “I figured I’d come down and surprise you.”

“Really? That’s so nice of you. Thanks for coming.” You squeezed his arm gently and he gave you a bright smile. It was weird. It didn’t affect you like it used to. A gesture like this from Andy would usually keep you up for weeks wondering if it meant he wanted to get back together. He could usually pull you in with the slightest hint of wanting you back. This time, you didn’t feel the pull.

“You alright? Your eyes are glassy.” Andy asked after a few more moments of staring.

“Yeah. Just a fight with my boyfriend. You know how it is.” You shrugged and wiped your eyes with the backs of your hands. You had briefly forgotten about Peter and your fight.

“Right.” Andy said flatly. “I forgot you were seeing someone.”

“This is somebody else.” You clarified. “And he’s my ex-boyfriend actually. We just broke up.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, regretting what you had said. Why would you tell him that? Yeah, you were mad at Peter, but you weren’t going to be mad forever.

“Oh really?” Andy perked up. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“You know, I would really appreciate that.” You answered honestly. “Come on. I’ll show you my apartment.”

You lead Andy back up to your apartment to talk. You knew he wasn’t the right person to air your grievances with, but he was all you had right now. MJ wasn’t answering her phone and you really needed to talk.

You thankfully didn’t see Peter in the hallway as you unlocked your front door and let Andy in. Little did you know, Peter was out on patrol, looking for you.

“So what brings you to New York?” You asked as you got yourself a glass of water. Surely he had other reasons than just visiting you.

“I’ve missed it here. I missed the city, the shops, and you know…you.” Andy said sheepishly. You felt your heart twinge a little at his words. He missed you. And embarrassingly enough, you hadn’t missed him. Not since Peter started taking up all your time, anyway.

“I missed you too.” You lied through a smile.

“No we didn’t.” Venom said telepathically. You shushed her and kept your eyes on Andy.

“So, have you finished up shop here? Can I expect you back in San Francisco soon?” Andy asked as he looked around your apartment. He noticed a lot of framed pictures of you and a certain brown eyed boy.

“Just about.” You answered. “But I’m not sure if I’m ready to head back just yet. I kinda like it here. I’ve set down roots.”

By roots, you meant Peter. You were irrevocably in love with Peter Parker and you wanted to stay in New York to be with him. The longer Andy stayed, the more you wished to talk to Peter and fix things. You didn’t have to go to your flight the next day. You could just go to his apartment and forget your fight ever happened.

“Are you gonna come back for the wedding?” Andy pulled you from your thoughts as he dragged his finger over a picture of you kissing Peters cheek at his graduation. You heard a hint of sadness in his voice, and maybe a little annoyance.

“When is it again?” You asked. All plans about the wedding completely slipped your mind since coming to New York. It was almost funny, this conversation felt so foreign to you. Andy, San Francisco, the wedding. It wasn’t your life anymore.

This was. Peter was.

“August 10th.” Andy reminded you, a little bitter with his tone.

“Shoot. That’s Peters birthday.” You said apologetically.

“Is Peter the one you just broke up with?” Andy almost scoffed.

“Yeah, but like, not forever.” You laughed awkwardly. “I still love him.”

“Who is Peter anyway?” Andy asked abruptly, folding his arms in disdain. “

“Peter is the best.” You gushed, picking up a photo of you and him lying on his bed and blowing some dust off the top. “He’s my neighbor across the hall. I don’t know. We just fell all the way in love. He really understood me and I really understood him. And he makes me want to be a better me. He challenges me, but not in a pushy way, you know?”

“I know.” Andy said quietly, keeping his eyes on you.

“Yeah. He keeps me on my knees.” You shrugged until your face turned a deep red. “I mean toes. He keeps me on my toes.”

Andy’s jaw tightened when you corrected yourself.

“Sounds nice.” Andy said through gritted teeth. He was seething with jealousy and it was evident.

“It is nice. Or, it was. I need to talk to him and fix things. I love that boy with everything.” You said, mostly to yourself. Andy still heard it.

“What about me? Do you still love me?” Andy came up to you suddenly and put one hand on your cheek and the other on your hip. You were surprised by his question, and even more surprised by his actions.

“I had to stop loving you the moment you broke up with me over a job.” You practically scoffed as you moved his hands off of you.

“You’re still upset about that? Come on, Y/n, that was a million years ago.” He whispered, brushing hair away from your forehead. You stubbornly reached up and pushed the hair back in place.

“Yeah, I am.” You said, feeling slightly annoyed. “We were together for two years and then we didn’t speak for six months. So yeah, I’m still a little upset.”

“Why?” He asked idiotically.

“Why?” You raised an eyebrow as you took a step back from him.

“Yea, why?” He shrugged.

“I’m upset because I needed you.” You raised your voice. “I needed you and you weren’t there. You lost me and your job on the same day and I swear, losing the job hurt you more. And while I was begging for jobs and crying myself to sleep, you were off with some other girl, giving her the same ring you said you’d give me.”

This time, you didn’t feel tears coming to your eyes. You only felt pure rage as all the things you wanted to say to Andy for the past year came tumbling out.

“I proposed to her because I loved her. I loved you too.” He defended, getting angry himself.

“You didn’t love me!” You half laughed. “You just wanted to be needed by me. You wanted to keep me small so I’d content at your side the rest of my life.”

“That’s not true.” He scoffed, only increasing your anger.

“It’s not? Then how come you never cared about my work? I never saw you reading my articles or watching my show. You have always been threatened by my success because you knew it exceeded yours.”

“Alright. Maybe I was a little jealous.” He shrugged dismissively. “You were younger than me and had already accomplished more than I had. And you know what? That didn’t sit right with me. I should’ve been the one calling the shots, not you. Am I not allowed to want to feel like a man?”

“You think you’re some kind of man?” You laughed sharply. “You’re just a coward who runs when things get hard. I mean, look at you. Here you are, yelling at your ex girlfriend for making you feel like less of a man. But you know what, Andy? I do not have to apologize for making you feel inferior.”

“Okay, fine. I was out of line.” He admitted. “But don’t tell me you haven’t thought about us getting back together. I know how badly you wanted me back when I first broke up with you.”

“Oh, Andy.” You sighed as you put a hand on his cheek. He smiled at you and wrapped his hand around your wrist, leaning into your touch. You dropped your smile suddenly and pulled your hand away, lowering your voice to deliver the punchline. “That was a million years ago.”

He stepped back when you threw his words back at him.

“I can’t believe you’re still hung up on this.” He shook his head mockingly at you. “It wasn’t that big of a deal. What was I supposed to do? You cost me my job so it cost you our relationship. I’m trying to fix that now. Isn’t that enough?”

 “I know what enough looks like.” You took a step towards him and pointed to yourself. “You and your condescension are not it.”

“Y/n, baby, hear me out.” Andy pleaded. He swiftly pulled you into a kiss. You pushed him off and wiped your mouth in the back of your hand.

“You can’t do that. You cannot just kiss me whenever you want. And what about Dani?” You scolded him. Your heart broke for her. She didn’t deserve such an unfaithful man. He looked at you with sad eyes.

“You moving to New York made me realize how much I needed to see you everyday. I broke up with Dani when I realized I couldn’t live without you.” He admitted. “The wedding is off. It’s you that I want Y/n, not her. It’s always been you. You can’t tell me you didn’t feel anything when we kissed. Just try again and you’ll see.”

He tried to pull you into for another kiss but Venom came out and snapped at him like a dog, coming dangerously close to his face with her razor sharp teeth. Andy backed away immediately. Venom slinked back towards you and rested on your shoulder, staring Andy down.

“Back up.” Venom growled and Andy obeyed.

“You can’t just kiss me and think everything will be okay. This isn’t some romance movie. This is real life. I’m not going to be the girl who mopes around until the boy who broke her heart comes running back with flowers and a ring. I’m going to be the girl that picks herself back up and kicks his ass out the door. You need to leave. I mean it.” You pointed to the door. Your hand was perfectly still. You had stood your ground and it felt good. Andy nodded solemnly and walked to your door.

“I’m sorry. If it’s worth anything at all, I’m sorry.” He said honestly, giving you one last look.

As soon as Andy opened the door, Peter knocked him out with one punch. You gasped in shock as Andy fell to the floor. You didn’t even realize Peter was in the hallway. You and Peter looked at Andy’s unconscious body and then up at each other. Without saying a word, you rushed towards each other and pulled each other into a passionate kiss.

“I heard every word. I’m so sorry that I doubted you. I love you and I just want to keep you safe.” Peter said against your lips.

“I love you too.” You smiled. “I’m sorry I keep running away when things get hard. I promise, I’ll never run again. You have my word. I’m yours, Peter Parker. Until the earth starts to crumble and the heavens roll away.”

Only, that didn’t happen. None of it happened. No matter how much you wanted it to. Andy opened the door and left, leaving you alone in your apartment. You watched as he shut the door, shivering a little at the sound. You didn’t cry when he eft. No, you smiled. A big happy smile. Damn it felt good to move on.

“Thanks babe.” You stroked Venom on her head. “You really had my back. I love you.”

“We love you too but you’re a hypocrite.” Venom answered, making you look at her in confusion.

“What? No I’m not.” You defended.

“You told Andy that he ran away when things got hard.” Venom reminded you. “Is that not what you did to Peter?”

You felt embarrassed at your double standards.

“This is different.” You muttered.

“You’re right. It is different. The difference is you loved Andy but you’re in love with Peter. You have to fight for the people you love. You can’t just walk away.” Venom said, suddenly in a calming and understanding tone.

“Why not? It’s easier.” You said weakly.

“That was before you met us. Now, you have backup.” Venom said and nuzzled into your cheek. You wiped your tears and nuzzled her back. You two were quiet for a moment as she silently comforted you.

“Now go talk to him or we’ll eat your kidney.” Venom said suddenly. You felt your heart stop.

“You wouldn’t.” You said, daringly. You were a little scared she actually would.

You felt a sharp pain in your side that knocked you to your knees. You clutched your stomach as you doubled over in pain

“Did you just eat my kidney?!” You screamed.

“We like to follow through.” Venom said simply.

“Venom!” You exclaimed.

“We’re kidding. We just bit it. Relax. But we will do it for real if you don’t talk to Peter.” Venom argued.

“So I have to talk to Peter or you’ll eat my kidney? Does that sound like a fair ultimatum?” You sassed.”

“Yes. It sounds very fair to us.” Venom replied.

“But Peter didn’t tell us who he really was.” You grumbled. Even you thought it sounded dumb at that point.

“And we didn’t tell Peter who we really were.” Venom reminded you.

“It’s different.” You protested. “He wasn’t hiding the fact that he can turn into an alien with razor sharp claws and teeth.”

“Might I imbue you with some alien knowledge?” Venom asked.

“Please do.” You said sarcastically.

“Peter is a good guy. He had good intentions, Y/n. And we thrive off killing men with bad intentions. So if you apply that to PEMDAS, you can conceivably see that we belong with Peter.” Venom stated. You let out a short laugh. She was making sense…kind of.

“He may be a good guy, but we’re not.” You said, a little sadly. “How many times did he tell us we can’t eat people? He will never accept us the way we are. Why should I ever bother trying to fix things?”

“Because you love him.” Venom answered.

“I do.” You sighed as the picture Andy was touching caught your eye. “I love him enough to let him go.”

“Let him go?”

“Yes.” You made your decision. “There are a million reasons why he and I can’t be together and only one reason why we should. Just because I love him, doesn’t mean I can have him. I’m getting on that plane tomorrow, and you’re not stopping me.”

Meanwhile, Peter had stepped into an elevator with a man who looked incredible familiar on his way back to your floor. He had swung around the city to clear his head and now he was ready to talk to you. The man in the elevator looked visible upset and distraught, and Peter noticed no buttons had been pressed. That meant the man was just riding in the elevator with no place to go. Peter awkwardly stepped forward and pressed the key for the fourth floor. The man noticed it and smirked.

“You going to Y/n’s?” He asked with a wicked look in his eyes. Peter looked at the man in astonishment.

“Yeah. Actually. How’d you know?” Peter asked the stranger. The man looked like he had an idea brewing behind his dark brown eyes.

“I just got back from there. You’re Peter right?” The man asked. Peter was shocked again. He was almost positive he had never met the man.

“Yea. I am.” Peter said wearily. How did this guy know you?

“I’m Andy. Y/n’s ex-boyfriend.” Andy replied with a cocky smirk as he dropped the bomb on Peter. Peters heart fell. Why was he at Y/n’s apartment? Why was he in New York at all?

“Oh, you’re Andy? The guy that broke Y/n’s heart after belittling her for two years?” Peter asked in an innocent tone. He knew what he was doing and Andy seemed to sense it.

“Yea. That’s me.” Andy muttered, no longer feeling cocky. Peter smirked as they rode in silence for a moment.

“What brings you to New York? Y/n told me you moved to San Francisco.” Peter said, desperately wanting to know why Andy was anywhere near you. Peter knew you had forgiven Andy and befriended him, but that didn’t stop him from holding a vendetta against the guy. He broke your heart and he didn’t deserve to ever be in your presence.

“I came to visit her. She’s coming back to San Francisco soon but I missed her too much to wait.” Andy said, attempting to psych Peter out again. They both wanted you and didn’t want the other to have you.

“Right. For the wedding.” Peter said sharply.

“Oh, the weddings off. I actually came here to win Y/n back. And it went pretty well if I do say so myself. But she’s still coming back to San Francisco. Just not for the wedding. She’s moving back to be with me.” Andy lied. Peters heart completely stopped this time. His blood boiled in his body and he looked at Andy with a deadly glare, only just noticing the lipstick, your lipstick, on his lips. So it was true. He had kissed you and now you were moving back to San Francisco, thousands of miles away. Peter felt like there was no air left in the world. He couldn’t see straight at the thought of another man kissing, touching, loving his girl. Andy smirked at Peters reaction. Before Peter could say anything, the elevator doors opened. Peter got out and looked back at Andy with sad eyes. Andy gave him a wicked wave as the doors closed.

Peter slowly turned and walked back to his apartment. He looked at your door and felt tempted to knock. Even though you were the cause of his sadness, you were also the only one he wanted to comfort him. Peter decided against it and went inside. He could hear the sound of you packing your bags, the zippers of your suitcase clinking every now and then. Peter laid in bed with tears rolling down his face, desperately thinking of a way to win you back.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #peter parker x venom!reader #venom!reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland fluff #tom holland fanfiction #iron man

397 notes · View notes