#I’m also now realising I forgot the necklace

[frankoceanluvrr]

𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 — 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

pairing : fem!reader x peter parker, reunited childhood friends to lovers 😫, college!au

warnings : english isn’t my first language, so there could be a couple of grammatical mistakes! plz lmk if u see them! This is so long btw I’m sorry 😭

summary : before he moved away, he gave her a necklace to remember him by. she hasn’t taken it off since.

a/n : you can imagine any peter for this, not specifically tasm i just like the gif -> mj will be included, u can imagine mary or michelle it’s up to you😊 also tysm for 19 followers!!!!!!!!

“Take this,” the young boy sighed, passing the necklace, “it’ll be a reminder of me or whatever. I know I’m not dying or anything but I don’t think we’ll see each other again in person.”

“You really think so?” You sniffled.

“Hey, don’t start crying now you big baby, we can still email and call each other” Peter smiled, nudging your arm.

“You’re the baby, not me, I just had something in my eye.”

“Yeah right [Name], you’re like totally miserable I’m going.”

“You’re the one who got me the necklace! It’s really pretty by the way, I love it,” You said, “I can’t believe you’re leaving me before high school though”

“Look, just promise me we’ll keep in touch?” He asked, eyes meeting yours, “and even if we don’t, take care of the necklace for me?”

“Promise.”

And you hadn’t seen him since that day. It wasn’t like you didn’t try to keep in touch though, it was just a matter of life getting in the way. You had been good friends ever since you were little kids, you had always felt it was a shame you never got to see each other grow up properly. He never forgot you either.

But let’s not dwell on the past. First day of college and you were a wreck. You had always hated change, and you were nervous going somewhere and not knowing anyone except your extremely antisocial roommate, Mj.

You fiddled with your necklace as you struggled to find the room you were in.

“Um, sorry to bother you, but do you know where Professor Browne would be?” You asked, tapping the tall boy on the shoulder.

He turned around, soft eyes looking down at yours, then to your necklace. He smiled, waiting to see your reaction after seeing your childhood friend after years, only to be met with your polite smile. In your defence, he looked completely different. Being bit by a radioactive spider changes a person, including their physique, but it especially changes them while they’re still growing into their bodies. When you knew Peter, he was around about the same height as you and a little chubby. He was now tall and lean, the only thing that hadn’t changed were his brown eyes.

“It’s just down the hall.” He pointed, directing you toward where you were meant to be.

In reality, he was slightly hurt you didn’t recognise him.

“I’m Peter, by the way.” He said, in hopes you’d remember him by his name.

“I’m [Name], thank you for helping me! It was really nice to meet you, but I really need to get going. Thank you again!” You smiled as you walked off.

He felt the urge to call after you, then it dawned on him you probably forgot about your friendship with him. Which obviously wasn’t true, you just didn’t recognise him, but he kept convincing himself it was because you forgot.

“Wait, Peter?” You turned around, “like the Peter from middle school?”

“Took you long enough to realise.” He laughed.

“Shut up no way! You’re kidding right? You look so different! We really need to catch up, what’s your number?” You said, eyes bright and wide.

“Oh, hitting on me already [Name]?” He smirked playfully.

He ended up giving his number as you hurriedly walked to your class, even though you were barely late.

After your class, you decided to meet up with Peter at a nearby cafe. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous, but you were excited regardless.

“Hey,” you smiled sheepishly, “what are the chances, right?”

“Your necklace,” he said, completely ignoring what you said, “you kept it?”

“I promised, remember? It’s beautiful.”

He could only blush at what you said, the fact you kept it after all these years meant so much to him. He remembers the day he picked the necklace for you so vividly, because it was the day he was going to confess his feelings for you. He never did, but he doesn’t regret it since it wouldn’t have worked out anyway, you were both young and he was moving away. Relationship set up for failure.

“How did you even recognise me?” He asked, looking at you with curiosity.

“Your eyes.” you smiled warmly.

“Stop flirting with me, [Name]. I know I’m incredibly handsome and all-”

“You’re still a major geek, by the way.” You cut him off, “biophysics, really? I knew you had a thing for science but wow.”

“Hey! No need for that honestly, we both used to like science” He raised his hands in defence.

“Yeah, used to. Past tense.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

The conversation flowed so easily. It was as if he never left, you talked till cafe closed which was around 10pm.

“Hey, let me walk you to your dorm. I’m sure mine nearby anyway.” He shrugged.

“So chivalrous, Parker. Really, I’m impressed.” You teased, walking beside him, “oh, that totally reminds me, you know spiderman right?”

“Uh, I’ve heard of him before”

“Yeah okay right, you’ve never seen me and him in the same room before,” you started, “I’m definitely him, this is me telling you.”

“Wow, thank you so much [Name] for telling me this massive secret of yours, no idea how you could keep it to yourself honestly.”

“It’s about time I let the whole world know, don’t you think?”

You honestly didn’t mean anything by these comments, you were just joking around, but Peter could feel his heart tighten a bit. He felt like you knew he was Spiderman, which was impossible, but it still worried him.

“Anyways, thanks for dropping me off,” you smiled, “it was really sweet of you.”

He blushed, but you could barely see because it was so dark.

“Before you go,” He said, grabbing your hand as you turned around, “I just wanted to tell you I really missed you.”

You could feel yourself melt a little, “I missed you too.”

He waited for you to go into your dorm as you waved goodbye. His dorm was actually on the other side of campus, he just wanted to walk you.

He spent the whole night thinking about you, how pretty you’d become, how you were still kind. He could feel himself falling for you again already, your energy was just so attractive to him.

Chapter (?) 2 : Late Night Calls

It had been months since you guys had reunited, and you had grown closer than before. It was about 2am and you were still studying. You could feel yourself drowning in what felt like millions of topics, constantly feeling the need to check your phone. You had texted Peter and he hadn’t replied, so throwing yourself into your work was apparently the best option. You liked him so much. It felt silly to have such a big crush on him, but he treated you so well.

While you were studying, Peter was out on night patrol. Balancing education and heroism was always difficult, it left him feeling so overwhelmed he’d shut people out. During night patrol, he’d gotten into a pretty bad fight. He found himself swinging to campus, more specifically your dorm.

Your phone buzzed.

Incoming call..

You answered, squinting at the bright light coming from the device, “Hello?”

“[Name]? I’m so sorry to bother you, but can I come over?” His voice rushed and breathless.

You sat up, feeling way more awake, “Is everything okay? What’s happened? Are you out?”

Your questions were interrupted by a soft knock on the window.

Peter had gotten used to the quick clothes changing by now. He left his suit nearby outside, he was 99% sure no one would take it.

You walked to your window to see Peter, but he had several cuts and bruises across his face.

“Oh my God” you gasped under your breath, trying to stay quiet as you opened the window.

He came through the window as you sat him on your bed.

“Just stay here,” you whispered, “there’s a first aid kit in the other room.”

You came back with the first aid kit and began to help him, no questions asked yet.

“Thank you,” his voice inaudible, “I mean it, you’re so sweet [Name].”

“How did you get to the window?” You asked, placing a bandage on his head.

“Uh, adrenaline?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “what happened?”

He sighed, avoiding eye contact with you. Was he really about to tell you his secret?

“I’m Spiderman.”

“What?” You said, forgetting all about mj sleeping in the other room.

You quickly brought a hand to your mouth, eyes still wide.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s a shock, I just haven’t told anyone before.” He started, “but um, I have something else to tell you.”

He reached for your hands, squeezing them slightly, “I really like you, [Name].”

Your eyes were practically about to pop out your head.

“You’re joking right?” You chuckled sheepishly.

“No, Im serious [Name]. I love everything about you. I love your smile, your laugh. God I love your laugh.”

Your brain was trying to process all of this without making too much of a scene.

Your hands reached for his cheek, “Can I?”

He answered your question by planting a soft kiss on your lips, smiling into it.

You pulled away, “I really like you too, Parker.”

All he could do was blush.

“I cant believe you’re Spiderman, though. I have a million questions.” You laughed.

“Shoot.”

a/n : so sorry this is so rushed 😭 i just wanted to finish it idk why this has taken me SO long to write

#marvel x reader #spiderman x reader #fanfic #marvel x you #peter parker #peter parker x reader #spiderman x you #fluff #friends to lovers #peter parker fluff #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter fic #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter fanfiction #tasm!peter imagine #college au #college!peter parker

[cookieeks-art]

Here’s a little project I worked on last year, but kinda, forgot to post? It’s a fake Red shoes art book spread for Edda! The composition, and art styles used, is mainly based on Snow White first page, and Arthur's second page from the actual art book, including of course the artist featured in them (aka Jeon Mi-jin (전미진) who drew the art that the art on the first page and the drawing to the top right on the second page is based on, Kim Sang-jin (김상진) aka Jin Kim who drew the art that the first drawing and the four lower drawings in the second page are based on, and Choi Minjeong (최민정) who drew the the art that the top middle drawing on the second page is based on.) (I had to use Google translate to get the names in the Latin alphabet, so I apologise if there’s any mistakes, I tried to keep the Korean name order for all the names, with the exception of Jin Kim.) [EDIT: I took a closer look Arthur’s first page today and realised that it served as a bigger inspiration for the first page that I drew then I remembered when first posting this, so shout out to that page as well which have two drawings made by Jeon Mi-jin and Choi Minjeong respectively.]

If you’ve been around for a bit you might also notice that two of the drawings on the second page are redraws of older sketches, which I mostly did as a fun treat for myself, since I find redrawing old art pretty fun. I also took this opportunity to give Harriet’s clothes a small makeover, taking some inspiration from Snow herself, a bit from the shapes of Drottning Kristinas gowns (like the drape around her shoulders and how puffy their arms are, and the general shape of the collar), and most likely from looking at details of other dresses I can’t recall at the moment (I do specifically remember looking up images of historical lace collars to get an idea of how they could look, but I don’t remember if I looked at a specific site or what sites I could have looked at in that case). I tried to keep it relatively simple with some spots for details, but looking at it now I’m not entirely sure how well it would fit the movies vine fashion wise (both Regina’s and Snow’s dresses both feel pretty modern to my amateur eyes looking at the cuts and shapes), then again I guess I can always say that the fashion is different kingdom to kingdom I suppose.

Also small shout out to Kay @the-moonlightknight who was someone who helped years ago to actually put words to Eddas personality back when I had to make a reference sheet for a discords event, which is the reference I went back to and used small parts of when writing the text for the first page.

(ID in alt and under the cut)

[ID:

Two fake Red shoes art-book pages depicting my oc Edda and Harriet (A pale chubby woman, with deep eyebags, brown hair and grey eyes).

The first shows Harriet, dressed in a blue dress with lace and snowflake themed embroidery, wearing a crown and matching necklace, with her hair up in a ponytail, is looking forlornly at the viewer, her hands held before her. Edda, dressed in her casual while fluffy shirt, dark muddy red skirt and bodice, and brown leather boots, is looking to the side with a lopsided smile and holding out her knife. Cookieek is written under both of them. Behind them is a wavy dark red graphic with a pattern of thin leaves. In the bottom right corner is two patterns running side by side, one of simple tight stitches, and a more detailed snowflake inspired embroidery pattern. To the upper right of the page is a block of text titled “Edda & Harriet”, and reading: “Edda is a wise woman in the woods that Arthur stumbles upon after entering Frode kingdom to search for it’s missing princess. Edda is also the identity taken on by said missing Princess Harriet after she was able to leave the castle behind. Her life as a mistreated princess has left her jaded and with a distain for nobility and royalty, but her escape has given her hope for a better life. In leaving the identity as Harriet Edda has made a big change in her way of dress, as well as letting the mask she’d been forced into as a royal slip. She’s determined, eccentric, and considerate, with a hunger for magic knowledge. At first she doesn’t realise she’s falling for Arthur, taken in by his ridiculous yet sensitive personality and his way of smiling, but when she does she’s sure she can’t tell him at risk of making things uncomfortable between them. She doesn’t realise that a lot of the ridiculous things Arthur has done has been to show love for her, and that they are both just as willing to sacrifice themselves for the other.”

The second is a page with drawings of Edda and Harriet. The first is a grey scale drawing Harriet looking mentally exhausted, with a thousand yard stare in a profile view. Second is a head shot of Harriet crying in a blue frilly nightgown as pale hands with long nails grip the sides of her face, tips of light brown hair hovering above her. Third is a drawing of Edda sitting and talking to someone while smiling as if she’s about to laugh. Fourth is a collection of greyscale drawings of Edda making a few expressions, such as: 1, looking intrigued while grinning sinisterly with a shadow over her eyes as she holds her chin, 2, looking in awe of something with shine in her eyes, her hands hovering in front of her, 3, looking embarrassed and startled, a blush across her face and her fist held to her chest, 4, scowling deeply with a dark shadow over her eyes. Cookieek is written under all of the images.

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#oc #oc's #fanart #red shoes and the 7 dwarfs #red shoes and the seven dwarfs #edda

[finelinevogue]

would u be able to do kind a trope-y story?? ik it’s super cliche and that but could you please do the classic rom-com moment where y/n is getting ready or smtn and Harry is watching her and she turns to him and says “what?” and then he just says “nothing” like best friends to lovers kinda thing? Idk if that made any sense but tyyy!!!

ok let’s go besties

You finished putting on your makeup, using the handheld mirror to check all your angles and make sure everything was perfect.

It was date night tonight and you wanted it to be perfect.

Once your hair had cooperated with you for how you wanted it to look it was time to decide on an outfit. Your date hadn’t told you where you were going on so you weren’t sure how casual or how business attired you needed to be.

You went to your wardrobe and fished out some black leather trousers and a black cropped vest top ( * ). You finished it off with some green heels that you found comfortable, before you started to add your jewellery.

It took you a minute to catch on that Harry had been stood at the door staring at you.

When you caught his stare through the mirror you couldn’t help but smile at him shyly, because his eyes were so intense sometimes. It didn’t help that you had a slight crush on him either.

But there were rules when it came to childhood best friends.

“What?” You said, fiddling with your necklace and trying to put it on whilst also keeping a check on Harry.

“Nothing.” He sighed, twitching his little bunny nose to keep him from revealing anything more.

Harry was a severely closed off guy. It wasn’t his childhood that had brought this on, but bad previous relationships. They had tainted him and sometimes days were very dark for him. He was always grateful to have you though, he’d say, to help him through and into the sunshine once more.

“Okay?” You furrowed your eyebrows, sighing in annoyance when you still couldn’t get the clap behind your neck. “Fuck.”

“Here. Let me.” Harry said, walking towards you.

It was clear he’d just showered because he smelt like that shampoo that he’d been using forever. The one scent that reminded you of home. If you could nestle against him forever with only that smell, you’d be happy forever too.

He stood behind you, looking at you through the full length mirror. He chewed his bottom lip and looked at where the necklace problem was without further comments.

His fingers touched yours momentarily and you jolted them away at the slight feel of buzzing electricity course through your veins. Only he made you feel that way. No matter how many dates you went on, it would only be him.

But he didn’t know that and you were too scared to loose him as a best friend to tell him. He needed you a lot more than you wanted him to be something more than friends.

“There.” He said too close to the skin on your neck and you felt the hairs stand on end.

“Thank you.” You spoke softly.

“So who’s the lucky date?” He asked, walking to sit on the end of your bed.

He often made himself very comfortable in your apartment. You two were very comfortable around each other, always cooking with each other and even sleeping together in the same bed. You two had no boundaries apart from anything sexual - but even that was a grey area because it had never been discussed.

“Um, Miguel.”

“The guy that took you out for seafood even though you’re deathly allergic?” Harry asked, a slight annoyance in his tone.

“In his defence. It was our first date and I forgot to mention it.”

“Yeah, well, he should’ve checked that the restaurant was even okay for you in the first place before booking. Dickhead.” Harry tutted, leaning back on the palms of his hands and manspreading like he didn’t realise he was having a blushing effect on you.

“Come on H. Don’t be like that.” You sighed.

“Like what? I’m just saying, this guy nearly unintentionally killed you last time. I’m allowed to dislike.”

“Look I don’t have time for you to start acting like a 5 year old right now. Just… Be ready to bust me out of there if a major red flag comes up.” You said, spraying on some last drops of perfume before picking up your clutch.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“H?”

“Mhm.” He said, his mood seeming to sadden with every closing minute to your exit.

“We’ll watch Bridget Jones and eat Ben n Jerrys after I get back, okay?” You compromised, wanting him to be here when you got back anyways.

“Okay.”

You nodded and smiled a weak smile, before heading off outside your bedroom door and towards your date. You didn’t make it get before you ran back into your room.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Will you go already. I’m already counting down the minutes until you’re back.” He said and your heart fluttered a thousand butterflies.

“Really?”

“Well the Ben n Jerrys isn’t going to eat itself is it?”

Your heart dropped a little more then, because you had to remind yourself that you were leaving Harry to go on a date that wasn’t with him because you could never be with him.

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fanfic #ask finelinevogue #finelinevogue #harry blurb #harry styles concept #harry oneshot #harry styles blurbs #harry styles bestfriend #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles childhood best friend #harry styles bff fic

[the1975attheirverybest]

so family were over and we did the first part if my autism assessment which was like basically going through from birth to now regarding development etc and i think it went well (a lot of traits i didnt realise i had popped up and the lady was really lovely) and after because i had nothing on we went out for lunch and to ikea, which was an hour drive from my uni. it took me over 3 hours to get home on the train!!!! it was completely fine (and i felt quite cunty listening to chari on the tube) until i got to waterloo and most entrances had been closed off due to overcrowding and then my train was delayed i think just under an hour? and i then had to wait 20 minutes in the cold for the bus 👍👍👍 but i am so exhausted i physically do not know what to do with myself and to top it all off a necklace i got given from my mum has fallen down an impossibly tint gap between the immovable bed and immovable desk 😁 and nothing long/strong enough fits down there so i think i might need to find an incredibly strong magnet or jope and pray im wring and its somewhere else. but also allll of that means washing that needed to be done monday is yet to be done. i also forgot to mention our kitchen sink leaks worse than it did before the repair 👍👍👍 (im sorry if this is a lot i just actually do not know what to do) - 🐸

Omgggg I’m so sorrryyy :(((( the necklace thing is the worst. I feel that strongly cuz I recently broken a necklace that my dad bought me when I was in middle school and I wanna cry every time that I think about it.

Did you at least get what you needed from ikea? Also, I don’t know about you, but when I was getting diagnosed with all my spicy brain issues (even though I know most of them would be true even before the professional told me) I still felt emotional and a bit overwhelmed/ upset by it. So, how’re you feeling about your assessment so far?

I hope you make some time to take care of yourself and decompress soon. It’s been a rough day for you 💖

#🐸anon

[druigswhores]

something more

(originally posted by alpha-bug)

summary: where pietro confesses his feelings to you without actually confessing them to you, through a necklace. inspired by this prompt list.

content warning: pietro maximoff x fem!reader (i’ll try to write more gender neutral fics in the future!) obviously set in a world where he survives and civil war doesn’t happen. (friends to lovers, mutual pining and pietro being a sap.)

note: okay so this is my first fic in a while so i’m sorry if this sucks </3 i want to write more pietro/peter fics so please send requests ! (also lemme know if you can guess the movie bucky was confused about !)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

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"You're staring." Wanda points out, idly watching the older twin stare at the person who clouded his thoughts, not that Wanda needed to read his mind to know that.

"Don't you have something better to do?" Pietro scoffed, unwillingly looking away to glance at his sister. She chuckled, turning away from her brother to check on the pot on the stove, before continuing to chop the vegetables scattered on the chopping board.

"Don't you?" She simply asked, humming to the song playing out loud from her phone, Pietro's eyes were drawn back to you.

You were explaining the plot of a movie to Bucky who stared at the screen in pure confusion. "I don't get it? He killed her but he loved her?" Bucky asked you, in response you shook your head exasperated. "You saw her give birth right after, how could she be dead if she was naming her kids Buck?" You asked, glancing up when you heard the footsteps of someone approaching you.

"You're not replacing me with this old man, right?" Pietro teased, moving to sit next to you, reclining back on the couch, arm around your waist. You rolled your eyes at what he said, automatically leaning into him as the three of you continued to watch the movie playing on the big screen in front of you. The two of you barely noticed when Bucky decided to leave, too caught up with one another to bother caring about what's going on in your surroundings. You pushed him away from you when he tried to steal the m&ms you were currently snacking on only for him to pour most of the packet into his mouth.

"You disgust me Maximoff." You scoffed, biting back the smile forcing its way up. "And you love it Prinţesă." Pietro retorts, his eyes meeting yours. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing could come to mind, it was common for Pietro to randomly call you nicknames but that doesn't mean you were used to it, especially when he'd use pet-names.

Your friendship with Pietro came as a surprise to the rest of the Avengers years ago due to the differences in your personality but if you asked any of them what they thought about your friendship now they'd complain about how clueless the two of you are to the other person's feelings.

Somehow in the chaos that the two of you called your 'friendship', the line between platonic feelings and romantic feelings blurred. Pietro isn't the type of guy to steer away from romance but this situation was entirely different to anything he experienced. He cant just tell his closest friend that he loved you, he couldn't tell you how when he holds you in his arms it pains him to let go. How could he tell you that? After everything that happened to him in the past, the wall he built around his emotions to protect himself began to crumble and you were the cause of it. Pietro always struggled to talk about his feelings, his past. He felt the urge to protect himself and his twin from anything that could hurt them, he didn't want to make the same mistake again.

The unintentional movie night led to the two of you continuing to hanging out in Pietro's room hours later. It was your nightly ritual to watch an episode or two of a show that Pietro usually wouldn't want to watch before the two of you go to bed. Pietro was in the far end of his room, fumbling with something in the palm of his hand while you sat comfortably in the middle of his bed, head resting on one of his pillows as you set up the show on the laptop.

"For someone as quick as you, you sure are taking your sweet time doing whatever it is you're doing."

Pietro glanced back at you in surprise, almost like he forgot what he was supposed to be doing, too busy staring at the dainty chain tangled in the palm of his hands, with a small engagement ring at the end, in place of a pendant capturing all of Pietro's attention. It was fit for a petite woman. The silver was slightly scratched. Two slightly larger silver stones surrounded a slightly larger stone, although quite dull at first glance the engraving on the inside showed was still noticeable.

"I'm in no rush, dragoste mea." He chuckles, shoving the necklace into his pocket before moving to take his shirt off to put on a different one while continuing to speak. Your eyes followed his movements, subtly admiring his body as his muscles unintentionally flexed which resulted in you feeling your cheeks heat up, quickly looking away to not get caught checking out one of your best friends.

"You know I still don't know how I feel about Vision hanging around my sister." Pietro confesses, his overprotectiveness towards his younger sister evident as he continues to replay what occurred during dinner hours ago, Wanda confessing she wouldn't mind moving to a rural neighbourhood with Vision instead of staying at the Avengers Headquarters.

"People can't control who they fall in love with Pietro." You sighed tiredly not realising the irony behind your words, it wasn't the first time Pietro mentioned his hesitation towards the Android.

"People can't, robots can." He scoffed, walking to the dresser to put away his shirt, now wearing a pale blue shirt instead of the charcoal grey T-shirt he was previously wearing.

He moved to the bed, sitting beside you before shifting around to get comfortable. Your hand reaches out to the laptop to begin the episode only for Pietro's hand to place his above yours, stopping you.

"Since we're on this subject..." he paused to pull the necklace from his pockets before holding the necklace out towards you, letting the ring dangle from the chain between the two of you, twisting and turning because of the sudden movements.

You glanced at Pietro in confusion, eyebrows furrowed. He then pulls the hand that was covered by his own and turning it so your palm faced upwards, dropping the necklace in your hand. You held the necklace between your fingers, admiring the gems on the ring before noticing the engraving etched on the inside of the engagement band.

"I+O?" You read out the engraving in confusion, eyes meeting Pietro's soft gaze. He paused for a bit, struggling to put together a sentence that wouldn't cause the wall he created to completely collapse.

"Irina and Oleg, my parents. This was my mother's engagement ring. It was apart of the few belongings they've managed to find after what happened." He gently takes the necklace from you, signalling you to turn away from him so he can put it around your neck. Gently pushing all your hair to the side you felt goosebumps rise wherever Pietro's fingers grazed on your skin, the familiar heat rising in your cheeks once again.

You were secretly relieved that he couldn't see your reaction, the unspoken tension between the two of you currently was unbearable. You looked down at the ring, twirling it around with ur fingers while Pietro continued to speak.

"We decided that Wanda should keep our father's ring since he barely acknowledged me as his son, let alone a person." Pietro chuckles dryly.

Pietro turns you to face him, palm resting on your left cheek. "It looks good on you Draga Mea." He compliments you, eyes glancing down to your lips ever so often. "Why did you decide to give it to me?" You whispered, struggling to find your own voice.

Pietro's mouth curved into a smile, his thumb gently stroking your face

"Can't you tell?" He asked.

"Hmmm i think I'm going to have to hear you say it." You teased, smiling up at him, arms sliding around his neck pulling him closer towards you. He rolled his eyes feigning annoyance before telling you what you wanted to hear.

The next morning Wanda lightly knocked on her brother's door, wondering why he wasn't at breakfast. Waiting a couple moments for a response Wanda slowly opened the door only to be met with with the two of you lying in bed in each other’s arms,  the laptop ended up at the edge of the bed as you completely forgot about it after the events of last night. Pietro had his arms tightly wrapped around your waist while your head rested on his chest, the two of you smiling contently.

"They're good for each-other." Wanda whispers to her partner who stood beside her.

"They are indeed."

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[ladydimitrescuspet]

All Yours [NSFW]

AO3 link! sorry it's been a while! been dealing with writer's block a bit, but please enjoy! sorry for any grammatical errors, wrong words, etc! and enjoy some bad smut! and tell me what you think if you want!

97 + 100: “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.” and “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” Added for 100, anon requested: alcina gets possessive because the girls dote on reader too much! and whoops my finger slipped, I also added in a little moment with the daughters!

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Every week you got to spend one whole day with Alcina’s daughters. It had started off as Alcina’s way of letting the girls “play” with you until she decided that she wanted you for herself when she realised just how taken they were with you. Your day with her daughters this week just so happened to fall on the same day as the soiree Lord Moreau was hosting.

“Ew, you and Mother are going to a party at Moreau’s?” Daniela asked. You nodded your head. “Then you’re definitely gonna wants some rain boots.”

You let out a small laugh and then a gasp as Daniela tightened the laces on the back of your corset. “Lucky for us, it’s not at the reservoir. It’s at his theatre.” You said.

Cassandra stopped mid painting your nails. “He has a theatre?” You nodded your head. “If he’s putting on a play then you should bring some dark glasses in case you want to fall asleep.” Daniela snickered at the Cassandra’s comment whilst Bela hit her shoulder. “Ow! I’m just kidding.” Cassandra grumbled before she continued painting your nails.

Bela walked into the closet. “Do you want flats or heels? Mother would much prefer you in heels, but it’s your choice.” She said.

You pondered her question for a moment before replying. “Heels.”

“Good choice.” Bela said as she walked out with a pair that matched your dress. “Now for jewellery. You should definitely wear the necklace that has the family crest on it, the one Mother got made for you.” You nodded your head in agreement.

“Do you think she’ll like this?” You asked as you smoothed out your dress.

Daniela turned you around to face her. “If Mother doesn’t water at the mouth and want to rip this off you then I will.” Daniela said before she booped your nose.

You gave her a small smile at her attempt of reassuring you. “I’m sure your Mother would be appreciative of that comment.” You mused at her. You could tell Daniela wanted to apologise but you waved her off. “I promise, it’s fine. Just don’t let her catch you saying things like that towards me.” You said, winking at her.

“Okay, okay, stop this before I have to explain to Mother why Y/N isn’t downstairs yet.” Bela said before she put the necklace with the Dimitrescu family crest on you. “There, now you look perfect. Mother’s going to love this.”

You flushed a bit. “I certainly hope so or I might just have to take Daniela up on her offer.” You replied and Bela hit your shoulder. “I was only kidding, although…. Sorry, sorry, I’m only joking, I swear!” You squeaked out when Bela gave you a playfully hard look.

Cassandra let out a snort. “You know, Mother thinks we’re too soft on you.” She said. “I think she’s a little jealous.”

“Your mother, jealous?” Cassandra nodded her head. “I’d say that’s absurd, but I know your mother and she can get quite jealous. For example, the baker in the village was simply being nice, albeit a bit flirtatious, and when I tipped her handsomely for adding in a few extra things to my order, Al almost decapitated the poor thing.” You grimaced a bit at the memory.

“Well, you’re Mother’s and you know she’d do just about anything to remind those down in the village of that.” Bela replied. “Come now, Mother’s probably downstairs awaiting your arrival. Would be rude if you were late to Lord Moreau’s.” Bela said as she took you by the elbow to guide you out of the room.

The four of you made your way to the main hall, stopping at the top when you saw the Lady of the Castle. “My, my, darling, you clean up rather nicely, but you didn’t have to get dressed up all for me.” She says teasingly.

You flushed at the compliment and quirked your eyebrow at her. “It’s a rather good thing that I didn’t then.”

Alcina raised her own eyebrow. “Hmm, is that so?” She asked, a growl emitting from her. “Daughters, don’t you have anything better to do? I’m sure Y/N appreciates you helping her get ready, but your help is no longer required.”

Cassandra leaned forward to whisper in your ear. “I told you. Can’t even spend time with you without her getting jealous.” Cassandra cleared her throat. “We simply wished to keep Y/N company as you got ready, Mother.”

Daniela wrapped her arm around your waist as the four of you descended the stairs. “You wouldn’t deny us that honour, would you, Mother?” Daniela asked, a faux innocence lacing her tone.

You wrapped your own arm around Daniela’s waist, but Bela  spoke before you could. “We’ll be on our best behaviour, Mother.” Bela shot a glance at Daniela who grinned as she tightened her hold on you.

Alcina’s eyes turned a little darker at the sight of you and Daniela holding each other. It took everything in her not to reprimand her daughters right then and there. “I will be right down.” She said before she stomped past the four of you.

“You three are in so much trouble with her.” You couldn’t help the small smile that graced your face. “When did you three get start getting so bold with your mother?”

Daniela pulled you into her lap as she sat down on the couch, her sisters on either side of her. “It’s not fair how she treats us when it comes to you.” Daniela said as she pulled you against her, her clasped hands settling just below your chest.

“Dani’s right, Mother really doesn’t like the attention we give you.” Cassandra said as she ran her hand up and down your arm, you shivered at her touch and Daniela’s grip tightened slightly.

Bela fussed over your hair slightly as she spoke. “We really do enjoy spending time with you even if it’s just once a week. If you weren’t off limits…” Her sentence trailed off into mumbling, but you knew what she was hinting at.

Daniela’s hands had now settled on your thighs causing your breath to hitch. “Daniela,” Your voice had a slight warning to it and she chuckled against your neck.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, Mother’s still in her chambers.” Daniela replied as she caressed your thighs. You nodded against her. She was right, you hadn’t felt the air in the room change with the presence of the Countess.

“Do be careful with your hands, Dani. Mother will smell you all over her precious pet.” Bela said. She shot a quick glance to the staircase to make sure that her Mother hadn’t, in fact, come downstairs and was relieved that she hadn’t.

Cassandra pressed a kiss to your cheek. “You know, if you ever get tired of Mother’s possessiveness over you, we’d be more than happy to share you.”

“You three…. How would you explain to your Mother if she caught you flirting shamelessly with me?” You asked. You took Daniela’s hands in yours before sighing. “Ever since we left the room, you have all just turned into flirts. Are you all mad?”

The three of them laughed at your question. Bela pressed a kiss to your other cheek and Daniela kissed the back of your neck and you stifled a whimper. You didn’t mind the attention from them, it was more than you’d gotten from their Mother in the past month. So without much thought you brought Daniela’s hands over your breasts as Cassandra and Bela took over caressing your thighs and teasing you as they pressed kisses along your jaw. You could feel yourself heating up as Daniela played with your breasts and this time you didn’t stifle the small moan that you released.

“Daughters, if you do anything more, the consequences will be dire.” The Countess’ voice caused you to jump up from Daniela’s lap, smoothing out your dress as your eyes caught hers.

“We were just trying to calm her down, Mother. She was quite nervous about the trip to Lord Moreau’s.” Daniela explained. Cassandra and Bela nodded their heads in agreement while you continued to try and getting your breathing under control.

Something dangerous flashed in Alcina’s eyes. “Go.” Was all she said to the three girls before they dispersed into blowflies, leaving you alone with their Mother. You gulped as she walked towards you. The crimson red of the dressed worked well with the paleness of her skin, and the slit up the left leg. The snarl on her face turned into a smug grin as she saw you eyeing her. “See something you like?”

You nodded your head slowly, not taking your eyes off of her own. “You look ravishing, My Lady.” You replied. “Shall we go?” You asked, finally breaking eye contact with her as she came to stand in front of you.

Her fingers curled under your chin, guiding your head upwards to look at her. “Just one moment, darling. I have something that I need to take care of.” You gulped again as her other hand came up to caress your cheek. Alcina guided you over to a chair and positioned you in her lap, much like the way Daniela did except her hand wrapped around your neck. “You were a bad girl while Mommy was away, weren’t you?” You tried to nod in reply, but her grip tightened.

“Yes, Mommy, I was a bad girl. I’m sorry.” You choked out against her grip.

Alcina pressed her nose into the side of your neck, taking in your scent. Her free hand travelled down your body until she reached the end of your dress, slipping her hand underneath. Alcina pressed a kiss to your neck as she pushed one of her fingers into you causing you to moan. “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you. You’re mine.” She mumbled into your neck before she added another finger.

“Yes, I’m yours, all yours. Mommy, please.” You whimpered as you grind yourself down against her fingers, meeting her thrust for thrust. You could feel yourself getting close. “Please. I’ll be such a good girl for you, Mommy. I promise.” You whimpered again.

Alcina growled into your neck. “I simply don’t believe you after how I found you with my daughters, pet.” She nibbled the skin of your neck. Her thumb swiped over your clit a few times before she pulled her hand away from you, leaving you whining at the loss of contact. “Bad girls don’t get the pleasure of coming.” She said as she pushed her fingers into your mouth. You grabbed her wrist as you licked yourself clean from her gloved hand.

Alcina pushed you off of her as she stood up to discard her glove and replace it. “Let's ,ove along, darling. We’ll be late if we don’t hurry.” Alcina called over her shoulder as she headed out the front door.

You quickly followed after her, sitting on the seat opposite of her in the carriage. The ride to Lord Moreau’s manor was torturous. You could feel your own arousal coating your thighs as you rubbed them together to relieve some of the aching. Alcina paid you no attention until the carriage stopped and she helped you out.

“Stop fidgeting. And if you’re good, Mommy has a reward for you.” She said when she bent down to be eye level with you. “Try to mingle, but not too much. If I so much as-“

You cut her off. “You won’t, My Lady, you have my word.” You stammered out. You gave her a small smile and she took your hand in hers, heading into the theatre. The theatre was quite lively. You didn’t know most of the people there, but you recognised Lord Heisenberg and Lady Benevento with her doll, Angie. “Can I go say hi?” You asked. Alcina let out a deep sigh before she waved you off.

“What’s got her so uptight tonight?” Heisenberg asked.

You frowned. “Her daughters.” You replied. “They, I let them… to-“ Heisenberg decided that he didn’t want to hear the rest of that sentence and cut you off.

“Too much information, sorry I asked.” Heisenberg said before he walked away.

You sighed. “Good evening, Lady Beneviento. How are you and Angie?” You asked the veiled woman in front of you.

“Donna and I are doing just fine, Y/N! So you let Alci’s girls touch you? Aren’t you supposed to be loyal to her?” Angie asked.

You nodded your head. “It was an accident. I didn’t mean to, she wasn’t supposed to see.” You bit your lip at your words. She wasn’t supposed to see? “I’m sorry. I should go find Alcina.” You said quickly before turning on your heel.

You found the tall woman quite quickly; it was getting to her that was the problem. You said a multitude of excuse me’s as you pushed through the crowd. As you got close to her, someone grabbed your hand. “Excuse me, please let me go.” You said as you tugged on your hand.

“Now, now, what the Lady doesn’t see, she won’t mind.” The man said as he led you away from the crowd. You tried to pull away from him and was surprised that no one took notice of your struggle. “Stop squirming.”

“I believe she asked you to let her go.” The man dropped your hand you scurried behind the Lady. “It’s very disrespectful to go about touching things that aren’t yours. If I see your face again, you’ll regret it severely.” Her threat to the man made you flush. Her possessiveness was quite a turn on for you so when you heard her sniff and saw her eyes turn a darker shade as they did earlier, you let her lead you the way that man was going to into a vacant room.

Alcina closed the door and set you down on a lounge in the room. Her face was invading your personal space as she spoke to you. “Did he hurt you, pet?” You stared at her as your chest heaved. She growled when you didn’t reply and grabbed at the back of your head. “I asked you a question, pet. Remember, bad girls don’t get rewarded.”

You gulped before you shook your head. “No, My Lady, he didn’t hurt me.” You replied as your eyes flickered from her lips and back to her eyes.

Alcina caressed your cheek as she eased her grip on you. “Is Mommy’s pet still worked up?” She cooed at you and you nodded your head. “Mommy’s sorry she let you out of her sight, when I saw that filthy man-thing with his hands on you…” Her sentence trailed off and you took that as an opportunity to bring your lips forward to meet hers.

“Please fuck me, Mommy.” You mumbled against her lips.

“Of course, pet.” Alcina bunched your dress up around your waist as she trailed kisses down your jaw and to your neck. “Be a good girl for Mommy and keep your voice down.” You nodded, moaning quietly when you felt her hand trail up your thigh. Her free hand reached around to your back to undo the laces on your corset. When it was loosened enough, she pulled the top of your dress down to expose your breast to the cool air in the room. “So beautiful.” Alcina murmured to herself as she pressed a kiss to your chest.

“Mommy, please.” You whined. Alcina chuckled as she continued to tease you, her fingers toying with your entrance as her thumb circled lightly over your clit. You bit your lip to stifle a moan as she slipped two of her fingers inside of you. The way her fingers stretched you bordered on painful, but it was also pleasurable. As you did earlier, you grind down against her fingers, wanting to take them as deep as you could.

Alcina took one of your nipples into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it before she let it go, blowing at it. The small whimper you made caused her to grin. Her free hand had been toying with your other nipple, kneading the flesh of your breast as she continued to fuck you. You let your eyes slip closed, surprised when Alcina’s pace didn’t slacken at your lack of eye contact. You felt her hand leave your breast and make its way to cheek, her thumb running over the swell of your bottom lip as her kisses trailed back up to your neck.

“Look at me, pet.” She breathed against your ear and you opened your eyes. She’d moved away from your ear and was staring at you through half lidded eyes. You felt her fingers stopped and whined. “None of that, dear.” Alcina said as she slipped her fingers out of you. She helped you sit up and she got on her knees, even in this position she was slightly taller than you. “You’re doing so well for me, pet.”

You watched as she pulled your lower half closer to the edge of the lounge, watching as she breathed in your scent and she licked her lips. Your hands instantly found their way to her hair as she guided herself toward your center and pressed her tongue to your wetness. Your grip on her hair tightened as you pressed her closer to you. The flat of her tongue ran up to your clit, she sucked on it hard causing you to arch your back. Her hand was back at your folds and pressing into your folds, you couldn’t help the slightly loud moan that you let escape your mouth.

Your hands had moved from her hair to cover your face. Alcina was endlessly teasing you, bringing you to the edge as her fingers plunged in and out of you. “Alcina, please, I can’t do this anymore.” You felt tears running down your cheeks as you pleaded with her a bit.

Alcina mumbled something against you before she removed her face from your center. She repositioned you slightly so her fingers would hit at just the right angle. She smirked when you let out a gasp at the change in position and pace.

“Tell me you’re mine.” She said softly as she ran her thumb over your wet cheek.

“I’m yours, My Lady, all yours.” You replied as you sloppily met her fingers with every thrust. You wrapped your arms around her neck and pulled her lips to yours. You let out a loud moan into her mouth as your orgasm washed over you.

When your high ended, Alcina stood up and you panted trying to catch your breath as you looked up at her. A smug grin was on her face as she took in the sight of how you looked. “You know, I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.” Alcina said teasingly, gesturing to how dishevelled you looked.

You frowned at her slightly while she looked in a nearby mirror to straighten herself up. She used the end of her now soiled gloved to wipe off any of your arousal that remained on her face before she reapplied her lipstick that she tucked away in a small purse. You noticed her pull out another glove from her purse and pull it on. How many replacement gloves did she have?

Alcina took one last glance at herself before turning to you. “Clean yourself up, pet. Lord Moreau hates it when his guests miss any parts of his plays after the party is over.” Alcina said before walking out of the room, the door clicking closed as she left.

#lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil 8

[blush-and-books]

here’s a lighthearted collab born of riffs with the one and only @lydias--stiles. warning: fluff. lots of it. 

enjoy!!!

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"It's decade day!" Julie hollers as she storms into the studio, Alex gasping in delight. 

 "Oh! Do a twirl!" She twirls with a giggle. Reggie joins in, excited. 

 "Do the worm!" 

 Just as she's about to go on the floor, she falters. One, because she can't do the worm. Two, cause she's wearing a dress and no shorts underneath. Sending him an exasperated look, her gaze falls on the third boy who's remained silent all throughout. 

 This week is spirit week for the LF Arts seniors, today being Decade Day. Obviously, Julie chose to go for the nineties. Not only does she have a lot of clothes from that era in her closet, but it's a nice homage to her beloved band members. It's a simple look. A flowy, floral dress, fishnets, Dr. Martens, layered necklaces and a bit more eyeliner than usual. Her hair, for once, is allowed to be as messy as possible. 

 And Luke? He is speechless. 

 "Uh," he stammers, a smile twitching between a grimace and a full on beam. It's as if he has no clue how to act anymore. In the end, he sticks his thumb up, eyes dopey and wide. 

 Awkward, Julie focuses back on Alex and Reg. "Okay then... so? Approved? It's 90s?" 

 "Hella nineties," Reg confirms, Alex smiling at her in that knowing way. She locks eyes with him, peering. He shakes his head and hums in agreement with the bassist. 

 "You look great, Julie." She lets it go. "Thanks. Then I'm off!" Casting one more look at Luke and hiding her disappointment - why didn't he compliment her? - she leaves for school. 

 Right as she's at the garden gate, Luke poofs right in front of her. Had she not been used to it, she would've screamed. Instead, a brow quirks up. "

You look rad," he blurts. "Like, really fucking dope. Like, girls I would-" He freezes, red tinging his cheekbones and then saluting at her, disappearing once more.

--

"Girls you would what?" she asks at the end of the day, during a songwriting lull. She doesn't need to explain, a soft smile playing on his lips as he tracks her outfit again. "

Girls I'd like in high school." 

 "Oh." 

 "Yeah." His eyes avert, scribbling an annotation in his songbook. "Don't sweat it. Kinda digging the 2020 aesthetic too." 

 Her smile widens, giddy, cause Luke has a million ways to say he likes her and she loves each one of them. Instead of calling him out for it, she nods and hums and places her head on his shoulder. 

 "Let's try that bridge again."

--

A week later, they're digging through some of his clothes. Julie promised that she would slip some of it in the laundry for them even if they don't sweat -- just for the gesture of it all. 

 But as they go through garbage bags, she comes across a starchy white shirt with neon orange letters across the front: NIRVANA. 

 "Luke, did you know you had this? This one is so cool!" 

 She's too busy turning the shirt over to glance at the dark purple SUBPOP RECORDS logo on the back to notice how quiet Luke is. He's just staring at the shirt - for what reason, she doesn't know. 

 "That one was from Bobby," he explains, voice suddenly quiet. Instantly, Julie drops the shirt to her lap and tries to gauge how upsetting the reveal is to him. It strikes her with guilt. "That's probably why it's here. I wore it around here all the time and left it here when I spent the nights just as much." 

 What does she say to that? 

"I'm sorry," is all she can offer. But he still shoots her a smile. 

"Don't be. It's sick. You should keep it." 

 "But it's-" 

 "Anything that's mine is yours, Jules." He nods his head towards the bathroom in the back. "Go try it on. I wanna see it."

Swapping her crop top for the vintage tee, she admires the cool way it drapes across her body in the grimy bathroom mirror. 

The fact that Luke wore it a lot causes a thrill in her chest. Is this... him giving her his clothes? Like a boyfriend would? Or is she reading into things? 

She probably is. Don't overthink, she emphasises. 

A smile blooms on her cheeks and marches back into the studio. She stretches her arms. "What do you think? It's cute, right?!" 

 His smile softens, warmth glimmering behind the green. Slowly, he nods and walks towards her. "We don't tuck it in though," he mumbles, pulling at the fabric by her waist and letting it hang loose. "We all had to pretend we didn't care."

 Laughing, she stays in place and hopes the red on her cheekbones isn't visible.

 "Right. Looking sloppy." 

 "Looking cool," he bounces back. When he finishes the tugging, he doesn't move away either.

Even though she had done her best not to short-circuit when Luke's fingers lightly grasped the fabric at her waist and started tugging on it -- the current situation was not helping. Because now, he was just standing close, clutching onto the t-shirt like it's anchoring him to her orbit, and she's desperate to press his hands into the curve of her waist. 

 "Fine," she relents, a little breathless. "Looking cool." 

Glancing down, it's apparent how far the material hangs from her body. 

"But do I even need pants for this? Shorts, maybe, but it's more of a dress on me." 

 His eyes quickly flicker down to her jean-clad legs, but then back to her. "It's yours now. Whatever you want." 

 It doesn't take her long to dart back to the bathroom to try out the new style.

Yeah, Luke's kinda losing his shit, but he also kinda doesn't mind. 

 The shirt was nostalgic, but didn't hold any sentimental value. So sure, Julie could have it. Oranges and purples and whites looked good on her anyway.

 Every colour looked good on her. 

She's been saying she wanted some more grunge in her wardrobe too. He was doing her a favour. 

 A minor detail he forgot about was that Julie was, well, drop fucking dead gorgeous. If it looked nice on him back in 1995, it looked amazing on her now.

 The fabric was well-worn (by him - he let her wear his t-shirt. God, he really didn't think this through) and hung on her body in that effortlessly cool way. His stupid feet had to bring him closer though. Had to thumb the fabric by her waist and feel the heat of her skin as he readjusted the tee. He could almost imagine her parading down the corridor; boots pounding on the linoleum tiles, music blaring from her headphones, fingerless gloves on her hands. 

That t-shirt, loose or knotted up or bleached. She'd probably be the hottest girl in school. And then he stayed, cause of course he stayed, and let himself smile in ways that should be dangerous, and let her smile in ways that should get her in trouble. She said something about the length of the top and he replied something non-committal in return. 

 He realised his mistake a minute later when she appeared again - - - without her jeans. 

Oh. 

It was long enough as a dress. 

Oh. Fucking oh. 

 His smile stuck, though it held a nervous edge. "Looking good, Jules." 

 "Thanks," she grinned. "I think I'll wear it to school tomorrow." 

 Head rolling back to the ceiling, he withheld a sigh. Yup. Hottest girl at school.

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tags: @bluefirewrites @willexx @unsaid-emily @pink-flame @echocharm17618 @sylphrenas @futurearchaeologyprof  @brightattheorpheum

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke #juke fanfic #jatp fanfic #triad shit

[angelicspaceprince]

SFW Alphabet Heisenberg Headcanons

I posted these on my AO3 but I thought I’d move my headcanons onto Tumblr too - all fanfics are staying on AO3 at this stage.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Heisenberg is a man of action, not of words. He’d be more inclined to show affection through gift giving or physical touch once you’ve reached that level of familiarity around him. In public, definitely a lot more possessive behaviour that’s merged in with physical affection, like his arm around your shoulders or waist, hand holding, making sure you’re within arms reach.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

There would be so much swearing. You’d have to be forced to be around him for a long time before he warmed up to you, and would have to prove that you were trying to be friends with the intent of being his friend, not for Miranda’s or your gain. I personally HC that he and Donna get along well enough that they spend time with one another sometimes, so even being an acquaintance of Donna’s and meeting that way would help speed things up a bit. He’d pop in on you during really bad moments ‘just to say hi’ but then you wouldn’t hear from him for months because he’s too focused on his metal army to realise how much time has passed.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He will never admit it, but he does love a cuddle. If you manage to convince him to have a cuddle session with you, he will always, always insist on being the mattress or the big spoon, and will play with your hair and trace random words and numbers against your back. When he’s had enough or needs to do something he will make a snide remark about you having had your fun and he needs to get up to do actual adult shit now, but you always find he’s a lot calmer after having a good cuddle. During rough days are the days that he will approach you directly and state plainly that he wants you to be the big spoon or the mattress, loving the feeling of your hands in his hair or playing with his various necklaces or tracing weird patterns that don’t make sense against his skin. He loves a good cuddle, but again. He will deny it until his last breath.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Heisenberg can cook one (1) meal and he burns it every single time. He claims it ‘adds flavour’, but in reality he was so focused on something that he forgot that he had something on the stove until he smelt smoke. He’s also not a clean man, not organised - shit just goes on the floor and when he needs it, he eventually finds it or a replacement.

I don’t think Heisenberg would want to settle down intentionally. He’s so focused on leaving the village that it consumes every waking and sleeping thought. But, that being said, if someone was to arrive and start acting domestic around him once he’d lowered his walls enough, he’d quickly fall into some sense of routine that looks very, very domestic from the outside. He’s very much the sort of man who doesn’t ask you out, you just end up dating somehow.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Cut and run. He doesn’t had time for emotions (before leaving the village) and he’s not good with words so he’d rather just up and leave and save himself the hassle. Probably wouldn’t even leave a note or send a text, you’d just have to figure it out for yourself that he was alive and had left you and not dead in a ditch.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Definitely not whilst living in the village. Again, he’d not really ask someone to be in a relationship more than he’d just fall into one. But, once he’s realised that you’re dating (and after he’s left the village, whichever comes last), he may start thinking about something more long term. I feel like it would take years for him to realise that he wants to marry you, and then years again before he asks. You’ve got to be in it for the long-haul and after escaping the village, there is a lot of healing that would need to take place. So. Don’t expect marriage any time soon.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Surprisingly, very? He’s a hard ass at first, but the longer you know him and the more he drops his guard, the more you realise he’s a big ole softy underneath his hard shell. He wears a lot of his more intense emotions on his sleeves, but the more intimate ones are harder to come by and usually it takes a unique gaze to realise that he’s been gentle to you for a while, it’s just in a very Heisenberg way.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Same with cuddling, he’ll never admit that he likes them but he does. You have to initiate most hugs, with his preference being you pressed up against his back as he sits by his desk or table with your head resting either on top or next to his own. He’s always warm, and a weird but comforting blend of strong muscle with soft fat makes his hugs some of the best you’ve ever experienced. Sometimes he needs them for a little pick me up and sometimes you need them for the same reason. If you ask him to hug you first, with your head pressed against his chest or shoulder, he will grumble and tease you a little, but never, ever deny you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Oh, forever. I’m convinced that Heisenberg shows his love rather than says it - you learn his little love declarations as time goes on (him fussing over you or saying some form of praise where an ‘I love you’ would be appropriate, him making or doing something for you. Stuff like that). I don’t think Heisenberg would say I love you very often, it’d only be during highly emotional or important moments that the word would just slip out.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Ahaha. Ahaha. Ahahahahaha. Yeah no he gets jealous a lot. It does not take much. Angie demanding too much of your time? Jealous. Alcina inviting you to dinner with her and her girls. Jealous. That random kid from the village asking you for help and giving you a flower as thanks? Jealous. He tends to get more closed off to you and short, and if it’s Alcina who’s the one who makes him feel this way or, heaven forbid, someone showing interest in you romantically, there will be violence. Otherwise, just a lot of pouting and occasional rants about how they know not to bother you and he’s only looking out for you and is definitely not jealous that your attention can’t be on him 100% of the time.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Rough, scratchy. Usually heated but every now and again you’ll have a soft make out session or give each other a simple peck as you walk by. He loves kissing your shoulders and neck just to see you shiver, and forehead kisses are his preferred way to show affection in this manner. He isn’t that fussed where he’s kissed, just as long as he gets to feel your lips against him in some way.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Depends on the age - useless with babies. Absolutely useless. But once kids start talking and he’s able to answer questions or teach them words and phrases that will have their parents seeing red? He’s incredible, mostly because he’s having the time of his life teaching them anything and everything, including different swears to share with their parents the moment they get home.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Pre escape: Each start to the day usually revolves around trying to find out where he’s passed out this time, or if he’s slept at all. Usually you’d bring him something to eat and drink to keep him going and ask what he worked on overnight before you go to get ready for your day.

Post escape: Most mornings, he’d wake up before you and you’d be woken by him playing with your hair or tracing his fingertips against your skin. You’ve taught him how to use the coffee machine, so sometimes he’ll have a coffee there waiting for you. It takes a lot of work for you to pull away from him in the mornings, mostly because he refuses to let you go, but regardless, its a stark contrast to the way he was before escaping Miranda.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Pre escape: You try and stay up with him as long as possible, not wanting him to not have the company. Eventually, you pass out next to him, something he finds hysterical and heartwarming at the same time - he’ll never admit it but he never thought he’d meet anyone that would trust him enough to fall asleep next to him. He usually lets you rest there for a little bit, finding comfort in your soft snoring and occasional shifting, before he picks you up and carries you to bed, making sure you’re tucked in nice and warm before going back to his work. The softness can wait for after you’ve both survived his escape plan, and not a second before.

Post escape: I see two things happening frequently: The first is you falling asleep on the couch with your legs in his lap as you struggle to stay awake as he watches a show on the telly. You don’t want to leave but you struggle to stay awake. When the show is finished, he picks you up and, much like back at the village, carries you to bed but only this time he crawls in after you, curling you up against his side or slotting your back against his front, falling asleep seconds after he has you in a comfortable position for the both of you.

OR

You end up going to bed a little bit early to do something, maybe read a book or scroll on your phone, who knows. Heisenberg eventually joins you, crawling into your lap until his head is resting against your chest. He falls asleep on top of you as you play with his hair, his arms wrapped tightly around your middle as you continue helping to bring him down after a stressful day.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

So, so slowly. I’m talking at least a year of him being completely closed off because he even lowers his guard a little. He’s been hurt before, he’s been used before. And as far as he knows, you could be someone Miranda sent to him to keep tabs on him, or you could be toying with him for your own amusement. You really would have to show that you are there for him before he started opening up to you, and even then it wouldn’t be in waves, it would be in drips and trickles.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

This man has anger issues, he gets angry at the drop of a hat.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He won’t remember stories, or names, or dates - time just blends into one, endless mess for him. But he will remember facts. You tell him your favourite colour or favourite snack? In his mind forever. You make an offhand remark about wanting something? Next time he’s at the Duke’s, he’ll see if he has any in stock.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you escaped the village by far, the pair of you in the back of the Duke’s cart as he gets the pair of you away after seeing your home blow up thanks to Ethan. It was the first time that the both of you weren’t on edge or scared that you were seconds away from death, and after the adrenaline of the escape had gone through your system, you were tucked up against his chest, fast asleep as Heisenberg chewed on his cigar, his arm wrapped tightly around you. It was a new beginning for the pair of you, and Heisenberg was excited to see exactly what the world had to offer to the both of you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Incredibly, especially around Alcina and Mother Miranda. The other lords, not so much. He’s close enough to Donna to know that she wasn’t interested in stealing you, she only wanted to be her friend. Moreau was too scared of Heisenberg to try and pull any shit, the Duke was just a friend and he knew it would never go beyond that but everyone else? Is an immediate threat. There would be a lot of tugging you into his lap, keeping you tucked by his side, using his metal to hold you close. There would be a lot of threats and shouting as well as insult throwing if anyone so much as looked at you funny or made a small comment about taking you away, especially at Alcina. He’d try and keep you away from the village and from the family meetings as much as possible, and his hand would never leave your thigh or your waist if you were forced to attend. He’d make it clear that you were off limits to everyone and anyone.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Not much? Maybe after escaping the village he’ll put a little more effort into certain anniversaries but dates are simple affairs, anniversaries don’t mean much to him. He’d rather show his love to you everyday through small tasks to make your life more comfortable than put all his effort into certain dates. Gifts, however, is where he puts most of his energy - he definitely makes most of his gifts for you. Be it something small that he thought you might like during the day to larger gifts that take time, he will make sure every part of it is perfect for you. You don’t get a gift every day, but you do get a gift most weeks.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Smoking in bed is one. He also has a tendency to focus too heavily on his escape plans that sometimes it can feel like you are being neglected. His bathing habits also are rather lacking too. He 100% wakes you up in the middle of the night to rant about something that is bothering him or explain excitedly to you something that he’s discovered or created.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not very - he is, according to him, a naturally handsome sonofabitch, why would he need to worry about his style or be attached to a mirror forever fixing his hair?

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

It’s not so much a feeling of incompleteness because Heisenberg always feels empty and broken, but he definitely notices when you’re not nearby. It’s not like a piece of him is missing, but more like a recognition that something in his space is gone and he misses it and needs it back for him to feel more settled.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He’s autistic. He got his accent from listening to/watching shows on the television in the 50s. Lady D helped raise him and it wasn’t until they had a falling out that they started to hate one another. He didn’t hate Mother Miranda until he was in his 20’s where it became apparent that they were only there because Miranda found some use for them after stumbling into her laboratory and finding her notes on all four of them. He’s also addicted to netflix and loves binge watching whatever he can, especially anything to do with creating/crafting/science. Can speak 3 languages fluently.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn’t like to be fussed over, at least in a way that is blatantly clear that that’s what you’re doing. He is independent to a fault, and refuses to take care of himself - but if you try to do anything to help him without his asking first and it feels like an attempt to mother him? He hates it, with a passion. The longer you know him, the more you’re able to get away with when he knows it's coming from a place of concern, but he can only handle so much because he breaks and his temper flares.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Before escaping the village: He doesn’t sleep much and where he does sleep is wherever he passes out. The man lives off of caffeine, spite and cigars, and the amount of times you’ve found him passed out at one of his many desks is astounding. Best thing to do is cover him up and let him rest because at least he’s sleeping.

After escaping the village: He still doesn’t sleep much, only this time it's due to nightmares of being back in the village under Miranda’s control, or you getting hurt in his attempt to flee. He won’t sleep unless you’re asleep beside him and if that isn’t happening, he either doesn’t sleep at all or works himself to exhaustion so he passes out wherever he may be - just like in the village. He is, however, an octopus when he’s asleep. No matter what position the pair of you fall asleep in, you always end up in some weird tangle of limbs simply because he cannot be close enough to you.

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You Never Walk Alone | Chapter 11

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Poly!AU?, Mate!AU, romance, fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Student!reader, Omega!Seokjin, Alpha!Yoongi, Beta!Hoseok, Alpha!Namjoon, Omega!Jimin, Beta!Taehyung, Alpha!Jungkook

Summary: You live a quiet life in your late grandfather’s cabin in the woods. You go to school just to graduate and get your diploma, not to make friends or stand out from the crowd. That was until one day, you enter your home to see a pack of wolves that need shelter.

Each day that you spend with the boys, you learn a lot more about them and slowly find yourself falling for each of their charms, no matter how different they are from you. 

“I’m bored.” Jungkook groaned, rolling over Jin’s back. 

“Yah! Get off me!” Jin exclaimed with a frown and lifted his back to push the youngest off him. You couldn’t help but laugh, even as humans, Jungkook would always find a way to disturb Jin.

“Jungkook, we’re all trying to study here. Exams are coming up soon.” Namjoon lectured. Jungkook pouted, scrunching his nose at the leader before he scooted up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his cheek against your back. 

“Stop it. You’re not a pup anymore.” Taehyung pulled the end Jungkook’s hoodie in an attempt to separate him from you. 

“I-It’s okay.” Your cheeks heated up slightly at Jungkook’s close contact with yours. 

“See? My mate likes it when I do this.” Jungkook sang in a teasing way, making you choke. The others all sent him disapproving looks. This was how it was, the boys would come to your cabin study with you or you would go to their’s. 

“I can’t get this...” You frowned slightly. 

“Come here, let me see. I’ll check your workings.” Namjoon leaned in and you showed him your book. Your answers for the math questions just couldn’t match the answer sheet and it was really annoying you. You knew Namjoon was smart. He had a high IQ and always scored full marks for all his tests. Namjoon scanned through all your workings. 

“There’s an error in your method. Do it this way.” He wrote it out for you. 

“I see.” You put the numbers in and he watched over you, guiding you when you got stuck or confused. 

“You’re a genius!” Grabbing his face, you gave him a big kiss on the cheek. But of course, as usual, you realised what you did and pulled away in embarrassment. Namjoon just blinked in shock while the others stared.

“I’m a genius too. Do I get a kiss?” Jimin smiled up at you. 

“Uh... I need to go...” You lied and tried to stand up but forgot that Jungkook’s arms were around your waist. The boys knew for a fact that you were working lesser shifts at the cafe because of your exams.

“Come on, you can’t be showing favouritism this early in our relationship.” Hoseok teased and you blushed. 

“R-Relationship? You guys didn’t even ask me out properly!” You blurted in an attempt to defend yourself but you were soon caged between Taehyung and Jungkook. They were staring at you with such a different look and Taehyung held his cheek out to you. 

“You’re already our mate. It’s fated.” Yoongi snorted, crossing his arms. He was secretly hoping for a little peck from you later too. 

“Do I have too?” You squeaked. 

“Unless you’re saying you like Namjoon hyung more than all of us.” Jimin pouted and you sighed, giving Taehyung a kiss, followed by Jimin and Jungkook then Hoseok. 

“Come on, you two.” You held your arms out. Jin smiled and decided to give you a peck instead while Yoongi kissed your temple. But even after he pulled away, he kept his arm around you. The younger ones have been hogging you that he wanted to have you close to him now. They pouted when they saw that Yoongi wasn’t going to let you go any time soon. 

“Actually, (y/n). We have something to ask you.” Namjoon said and you nodded your head. 

“You’re curious about all our necklaces. They all represent us and each have their own colour. Only those in the royal bloodline have it.” Jin explained and everyone pulled their necklaces out. 

“They’re pretty.” You held Yoongi’s black charm in your hand. 

“Well, you have one too.” Yoongi whispered and you stopped. You looked up at him, searching his eyes for any sign of a joke. 

“You’re joking.” 

“No, you really have one. We have been keeping yours, waiting for the time that you came into our lives. When you found out about us and everything, we were going to give it to you. ” Namjoon took out a white, rectangular box. 

“Open it.” Hoseok encouraged. You received it with two hands, being extra careful not to drop it or anything. 

“It’s... beautiful. It’s really mine?” You stared at the iridescent white crystal charm hanging from the black loop and looked up at them. 

“Yes, it’s really yours. It’s a sign that you’re the mate of the royal princes.” Taehyung leaned back on his hands. Yoongi, being the closest, took the necklace out and you lifted your hair for him to put it around your neck, clasping it safely. You looked down at the charm. 

“Thank you.” You smiled up at them. 

With that, you all continued studying. Jungkook constantly got up to go and get more snacks and drinks, not wanting to study anymore. 

“I’m going to game.” Jungkook kissed your cheek casually and saluted before going upstairs to his room. You blushed while the others shook their heads. Jungkook could do whatever he wanted. He didn’t need to study or get good grades.

“Can I ask you guys something?” You spoke. They nodded their heads. 

“I was researching online, which I know you guys don’t really want me to since there are just a lot of false information there. But I read something about heats and/or ruts. What’s that? Do you guys have it?” You asked. They choked. 

“W-Well... We do. The alphas and betas go through ruts. The omegas go through heats.” Namjoon said. All the boys were slightly red.

“Ruts and heats lasts for a week and it’s basically our wolf side having the need to breed.” Jin explained. 

“Oh...” Now you were also red, realising what you asked them. 

“We were going to talk to you about that when you got more comfortable since we didn’t want to overload you with too much information. It wouldn’t really be safe for you to be around the house when any of us are going through ruts or heats now that we have you as our mate. But don’t be scared or anything, we all react to our heats differently.” Jimin continued. 

“I understand. So when are your ruts or heats?” 

“In two weeks. We’ll just have to refrain from getting too close to one another in that week of it. It gets a little more intense around the middle of the week with the full moon.” Yoongi informed. 

“So on that night, stay away from us.” Taehyung chuckled in a serious and joking way. You nodded your head again, making a mental note. 

“When is this going to be over?” Jimin whined. Truthfully, everyone was getting tired of spending their days studying. You just accepted them as mates, you should all be playing and having fun together as mates but the exams just had to suck all the fun out of it. 

“Let’s continue then break for dinner.” Hoseok suggested and everyone agreed to that. Jungkook came back down, rubbing his eyes. He laid dow on the couch to wait for dinner. 

“Shall we make ramen tonight?” Jungkook lifted his head. 

“I don’t mind. Yoongi and Jin are tired. They shouldn’t cook.” You smiled. The two older ones gave you grateful smiles. 

“She’s always so understanding.” Yoongi softened. 

“I’ll cook!” Jungkook stood up and shuffled into the kitchen to start cooking ramen. Jin decided to go get some pork belly out to pan fry as well to accompany the noodles. 

“Sure you don’t want boiled chicken instead of the pork belly, Chim?” You nudged him while chuckling. He shot you such a dirty look, letting out a playful growl. The whole thing with the bland, boiled chicken has become an inside joke between you and Jimin now. You and him constantly teased each other about it. 

“But that’s how I knew it was you in my dream. The first thing you told me was no more bland chicken.” You giggled. 

“That’s right.” He pulled you back so you leaned against his chest as he hugged you. They all had a higher body temperature than humans that you were not afraid of the cold anymore. 

“Dinner!” Jungkook and Jin called. Everyone went to the dining table to help. You set the table with Taehyung and Jimin while the others got drinks and the two who cooked brought the food out. There were 2 pots of ramen at each side of the table and 3 plates of meat. 

“Can I get you some?” Jin smiled and you nodded, handing your empty bowl to him. He scooped some ramen in for you. 

“Thank you.” You took the bowl back and dug in. When Jungkook tells you he is the ramen master, best believe him because it was good noodles. Jungkook placed a piece of meat into your bowl. 

“Eat up.” He smiled and you nodded, putting the piece of meat into your mouth. The boys looked at you fondly. They couldn’t believe you were at their table. 

“It feels so right to have her here.” Hoseok gushed. 

“She fits right in.” Taehyung smiled. 

“Hey, are you guys leaving me out on one of your mental conversations again?” You scrunched your nose at them. You learnt to look out for when they were having a mind link conversation without you. They would suddenly grow quiet and they would sort of look distant when they were mind linking. Namjoon chuckled and patted your head. 

“Don’t worry. No bad things are being said. Trust me.” He smiled, his dimple popping up. 

“Alright, I trust you.” You giggled. 

“I’m so full. The dinner was satisfying.” You said when you swallowed your remaining mouthful of noodles. Jungkook and Jin smiled at each other, happy to know you appreciated their efforts. 

“You didn’t eat much though.” Jimin frowned slightly. 

“I eat little compared to you guys because I’m not a wolf. You guys have such big appetites. I would know from experience.” You chuckled and everyone laughed along. 

“Let’s clean up and get back to studying.” Namjoon clapped his hands. Everyone helped with cleaning up. With the study period, you would stay at the boys’ house quite late but you have never stayed over before. You would know when you’re sleepy and leave to go home. 

“Let’s get it!” You sat in front of your chemistry book again. 

“Hey, (y/n)-”

“Shh.” Jin shushed Hoseok, pointing over to you. Your head was slowly bobbing up and down as your body swayed gently. Yoongi caught you before you could fall back and hurt yourself. 

“I’ll bring her to my room.” Yoongi carried you up before the others could protest and brought you to his room. 

“I just came to say goodnight to her.” Taehyung came in and leaned down to kiss your forehead. The others came in too, doing the same as Taehyung, while Yoongi went to wash up. 

“Goodnight, hyung.” Jimin smiled at the older. Yoongi gave an acknowledging nod as Jimin exited the room. Unlike the others who slept without clothes, Yoongi liked sleeping in soft pyjama sets. He pulled his hoodie over his head and grabbed a set from his drawer. Looking over at your sleeping form, he was glad you were already dressed in sweats and a tee. 

He climbed into bed and slid his arm under your neck so your head would rest comfortably on his shoulder and you would be tucked under his arm. A soft smile appeared on his face as he looked down at you. 

You were so beautiful to him.

“Goodnight, my love.” Yoongi leaned in to kiss your cheek as you snuggled closer to him. 

Letting out a yawn, you slowly opened your eyes to see a chest in front of you. The peek of pale skin gave away who it was. You looked up and indeed, you saw Yoongi’s sleeping face before yours. 

*He’s so cute.* He reminded you of a child, letting out little huffs and clearing his throat occasionally as he slept. You were lying on his arm, your body pressed to his, while his other was lazily draped over your waist. The intimacy made your cheeks heat up but at the same time, you never wanted to leave. 

“SLEEPYHEADS!” Jin burst into the room. Yoongi groaned, leaning down to bury his head in your neck. 

“Go away.” He said to the older. 

“I’m surprised they sent you in, Jin.” You chuckled, stroking the back of Yoongi’s head. Another thing you came to learn was no one dares to wake Yoongi up from his sleep. It’s as good as suicide. 

“Well, the younger ones decided to make me the sacrificial lamb this time.” Jin snorted, making you laugh. 

“Give us 5 minutes and we’ll get up. Thanks for coming to wake us up. Your bravery is appreciated.” You said and Jin chuckled before he came over to kiss your temple before leaving. When the door closed, you tried to pull away from the intimate distance but Yoongi’s arms wrapped around your waist tightly to hold you in place, making you squirm. 

“Yoongi! We need to get up.” You argued. 

“No. All we’re going to do is spend the day studying.” Yoongi yawned, already bored with the thought of studying the whole day. 

“Well, I want to go home. I need to shower and change.” You giggled, shoving his chest lightly. 

“Why can’t you shower here? You already slept here, in the same bed as one of us?” He raised an eyebrow and you choked. He was always so straightforward that it constantly caught you off guard. 

“Y-You! Me staying over last night wasn’t intentional. I fell asleep!” You stuttered nervously. Yoongi chuckled at how flustered he could make you. 

“Right...” He teased. Your cheeks just turned redder. 

“Let’s wash up. I put a spare toothbrush inside for you.” Yoongi pulled you up and you nodded, keeping your head down. The both of you brushed your teeth together and Yoongi changed out of his sleepwear. He handed you a black shirt you could wear.

“Are we just going to spend the day studying inside again?” Taehyung whined as he sat down at the breakfast table. 

“Let’s go out. Get some fresh air.” Namjoon said. 

“Where’s Kookie?” You asked when you noticed one empty chair. They all snorted. If Yoongi was scary to wake up, Jungkook was notorious for sleeping through anything. He was the hardest to wake up. 

“I tried to wake him up but failed.” Jimin shook his head with a sigh. Taehyung patted his shoulder. 

“I’ll go.” You stood up and went to Jungkook’s room. You knocked before entering. Instead of being on the bed, he was on the ground, a sign that maybe he tried to get up to go to the bathroom to wash up but fell asleep on the way there. You chuckled and sat down in front of him, rubbing his back to coax him to wake up. 

“Kookie. It’s time to wake up.” You cooed. He let out a whine. 

“Come on. The others are waiting to have breakfast. You won’t have food left if your hyungs finish everything.” You said and his eyes opened slightly. You both knew that the others would leave food for you but not him. 

“Good morning.” He said huskily and hugged you, pulling you down on top of his chest. You let out a squeak of surprise. 

“Morning.” You blushed. 

“If you give me a morning kiss, I’ll wake up.” Jungkook winked. 

“No!” You squealed, trying to get out of his grip. Jungkook laughed, amused by you. He relaxed his hold on you and you scrambled to your feet, opening the door to run out but crashed into a chest. You stumbled back but arms wrapped themselves around your waist to hold you. 

“Are you bullying our mate, Jeon Jungkook?” Namjoon asked. Jungkook sat up, scoffing and ruffling his hair. 

“Wash up, Kookie!” You managed to shout before Namjoon pulled you out of the room and back to the dining table. You sat down and Yoongi set an iced coffee in front of you. 

“Thank you.” You smiled and took a sip. Jungkook came down minutes after, his hair still messy as he buttoned his shirt. 

“Aigo.” You chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair to help manage it a little. Jungkook closed his eyes, leaning into your touch like he would when he is a wolf. Once you were done, you pulled away and Jungkook let out a whine of displeasure. You patted his head and began eating. You poured your stew into your rice and mixed it. 

“You always do that.” Hoseok pointed out. 

“It’s my lazy way of eating in the morning. Might as well mix it together since I’m eating it together.” You explained sheepishly. 

“She’s so cute.” They all thought.

After breakfast, the boys all shifted and you carried some snacks in a backpack. They threaded beside you carefully as you made your way out to your usual spot in the empty field. 

“Kookie.” You chuckled as he used his muzzle to nudge the back of your leg gently to get you to play with him. 

“I’ll sit here.” You laid a mat out, sitting down and putting the bag of snacks beside you. The wolves whined at your decision to not play with them. Yoongi laid on your lap and you stroked his head, watching your fingers run through his pure white fur. 

“Why don’t you want to run with them?” You asked. 

“Why should I go when I can stay and lie down with you?” He scoffed, leaning into your touch.

“How do you all keep your fur so soft?” You wondered out loud as you buried your face into his face, feeling the hairs tickle your skin softly. Yoongi snorted, your questions were so random that it amused him to no end. 

“I brought fruit.” You took the apple slices out, taking a bite then offering it to Yoongi, who gobbled it from your hand. When the boys were wolves, they always liked to steal your food, even if you gave them your own. They would demand that you share with them and they also know that you cannot resist their puppy wolf face. 

“Berries?” You asked and Yoongi shook his head.

“There’s watermelon too.” You took the container out and he nodded his head, moving closer to you. 

“Hold on.” You pushed his nose away slightly as you removed the container lid. Putting a piece in your palm, you held it out to him and he gently ate it, careful not to use his teeth to hurt you. 

“The juice is going to stain your mouth.” You took a tissue to wipe his mouth. Yoongi looked at you with adoration. You cared about his fur so much. 

“Yoon- Yoongi.” He stepped into the space between your crossed legs and tucked his head under your chin, letting out low growls of satisfaction. You just blinked in confusion, not sure what to do as he suddenly came so close to you. You laughed and opened your mouth to eat a piece of fruit. 

“You’re so close.” You stated. 

“That’s the point.” Yoongi rolled his eyes. 

“Boys, watermelon!” You called and the 6 came over. They stopped when they saw the position you and Yoongi were in. Yoongi looked away, resting his head on your shoulder. You held the fruit out to them and they ate it. 

“Why are you guys coming so near? Hold on! Wait!” Soon, 6 other wolf bodies were pressed against you from all sides. 

“You guys aren’t exactly pups! If you didn’t notice!” You put an arm around Namjoon to hold yourself up. Taehyung constantly sniffed you while Jimin playfully nipped your fingers. 

“Chim, stop that.” You giggled. 

“You guys have no idea what personal space is, don’t you?” You scoffed. 

“Nope!” They barked and you rolled your eyes. 

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[sleeping-on-cracking-ice]

hey, could you do a sfw alphabet for chota? thank you!

Yep of course! Here you go! ❤

SFW Alphabet | Chota Segawa

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character: Chota

Genre: fluff

A - Affection

(How affectionate are they? How would they show affection?)

Chota would really enjoy affection

He would try to get it from you at any chance he gets

His love language is probably physical touch, so there isn’t really a time when he’s not attached to your side

When you first started dating, he would have been really cautious about affection

He would hate making you uncomfortable, literally his worst fear

But over time, he would grow so much more confident and always be looking to hold you close whenever he can

B - Best Friend

(How would they be as a best friend?)

He’s the type of friend that seems both smart and dumb at the same time

Like he is really academically smart, but he would give the worst advice ever

He’s the comfort friend, so it would be so easy to find peace with him

He’d be constantly checking up on you and asking if you were eating well and looking after yourself

Mum friend vibes, but also dumb brother vibes

He’d be such a good study partner though

But it would be so hard to get stuff done because you would distract each other too much

C - Cuddles

(Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

LOVES cuddles

Literally the highlight of his entire day is when he can lay down with you on your shared bed and snuggle close

He gives off little spoon vibes, so he would love it if you cuddled with him facing away from you and your chest against his back

But even when your sitting on the couch trying to do work, he would sit next to you and just rest his head on your shoulder for a little while

He would never get sick of cuddles from you

D - Domestic

(Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking at cleaning?)

He’d probably act like he was your husband from day one of dating

He just emits that domestic vibe

And you can’t convince me otherwise, he is such a good cook

You never know where he got it from, because his mother never really taught him

But he would always insist that he cooked dinner for you both while you relaxed

Cleaning wise, he would hate it so much, but he would hate everything being dirty even more

So when he’s cleaning, he would get annoyed about it

Sometimes you would just tell him that you would do it just to save him the annoyance

E - Ending

(If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I think he would actually hate breakups more than anything

He’s a sensitive person, so he would struggle a lot when it came to breaking up with his S/O

If he had to end it, it would literally take him months to say something

He’s a people pleaser, so he would absolutely hate making you upset or seeing you cry

If you broke up with him, he would be torn

He would start doubting himself, wondering if he’s good enough and think about why you didn’t love him enough

He would be quiet and upset for a few months, but after slowly getting himself back on his feet, he would eventually be okay again

F - Fiancé(e)

(How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He would be very committed to you

And would literally dream of making you his wife/husband/spouse

Would always bring the idea of marriage up to you

So you would always know that he really wants to get married

He just loves the thought of growing old together and being devoted to one person for the rest of his life

G - Gentle

(How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Gentle in both ways, never would be insensitive

He treats you so carefully, physically especially

Even if he just bumped into you accidentally, he would be hugging you and apologizing

(Probably just another excuse to hug you)

I also have the feeling that he’s just amazing when it comes to other people’s feelings, especially yours

Always knows what to say and when to say it

Of course, he would enjoy a few teasing jokes every now and then, but he would never step over the line

H - Hugs

(Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He would adore hugs

He would never be able to get enough of your hugs

So any chance he gets, he would be as cuddly as possible

His cuddles would be super tight

Like you would have to pry his arms off of you

I - I Love You

(How fast do they say the L-word?)

He would say it rather fast

He fell for you very easily, so he would want to express his intense feelings for you as soon as possible

So he would blurt it out on your 3rd or 4th date

You would be leaning on a railing together, looking out into the ocean at night with your head leaning on his shoulder

He would sigh and blurt it out so naturally, but when he realised what he said he would smack his hand over his mouth

But after you said it back he would be so relieved

“Oh my god, I was so scared I freaked you out!”

J - Jealousy

(How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He definitely is such a jealous person

But he’s the silent jealous, so he would never really speak up to you about it

He would hate to make you feel like he was mad at you or being possessive of you

But it would be small things like you spending a bit too much time with Arisu or Karube that he would get upset about

But of course he hides it, playing it off like he doesn’t care

K - Kisses

(What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He would prefer hugs over kisses, but he would never deny one of your kisses

His kisses would be super simple and domestic

Like a simple peck when one of you is leaving the house

Or a few kisses before the both of you fall asleep in one another’s eyes

He would like kissing you on your cheeks mostly

But he would literally melt if you kissed his nose

Big blushes from him

L - Little Ones

(How are they around children?)

He would absolutely love kids

He would be such a good dad, you can’t convince me otherwise

He could play with kids for hours

And he has such a playful and loving personality, so they would be naturally drawn to him

He’d fall victim to their teasing sometimes though

Probably wants a lot of kids of his own, only if you want to

M - Morning

(How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s a morning person

So he wakes up so energetic and ready to start the day

Always tries to make you wake up with him

If you aren’t a morning person, be ready for him to catapult himself on top of you every morning to try and wake you

“Get up! It’s already nine-thirty and I’m bored without you!”

Makes breakfast for you every morning

N - Night

(How are nights spent with them?)

I think he would try his best to go to bed early, but would always fail

He has a lot of trouble getting to sleep, so he would always ask you to scratch his head or run your hands along his arms to hopefully help him

He would really love having deep conversations at night with you though

While he’s half asleep, he kind of just says whatever is on his mind

So sometimes he would forget what he admits to you by morning

O - Open

(When would they start revealing things about themselves?)

He’d be super open

He gives off the vibes that he just doesn’t care about hiding things from people

So if someone asked him about his personal life, he would answer truthfully (unless it was something super personal)

He’d want your relationship to be open and honest, so he wouldn’t hide any aspect of himself from you

From the start, he would have been 100% honest

P - Patience

(How easily angered are they?)

He seems like the type to be super neutral in arguments

He’s somewhat a mediator, so he would hate when people fought

So due to this, he would hate starting arguments as well

If he’s angry about something, he would keep it to himself until he saw the right moment to express his concern

Wants to sort things out maturely, not in a screaming match

Q - Quizzes

(How much do they remember about you?)

I have a feeling he’s quite forgetful

He would always have to remind himself of your favourite foods, or your family members names when you go to family gatherings together

He tries so hard to remember, but it’s just not his strong point

You guys would always laugh about it, especially if it was something super obvious about you that he forgot

R - Remember

(What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

His favourite moment would be when you spent a night together in an huge arcade

He’s not the biggest gamer (no where near like Arisu), so he would find it so funny when you beat him in all the games

He would cherish this moment in your relationship because it was the date he asked you to be his girlfriend

You had such a nice and fun night together, eventually leaving the arcade and buying drinks at a bar

So how could you deny him when he treated you so much

S - Security

(How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

He’s not that protective

I mean he’s not the bravest person in the world, so he would be as nervous as you in such situations

He would try his best to always make sure you were safe, but he would also have a lot of faith in the fact that you could look after yourself

He would hate to make you feel like he was being overprotective, because he knows some people get offended by it

But he would do the usual, if you go out at night by yourself you would share your location with him

And if he was walking somewhere quiet and sort of sketchy with you, he would keep a hold on your hand

T - Try

(How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

A lot of effort

Literally his favourite gift to give you would be flowers though

There would always be a bunch of flowers in your house from him

For anniversaries, he would always book out expensive restaurants to go to with you

Gifts wise, he would buy you so much stuff

Even just on random occasions like you had a bad day, he would go out and buy you a new necklace or something just as an act of kindness

U - Ugly

(What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He can be overly critical about himself

He’s definitely the type to believe he can’t do something if he’s not perfect at it the first time

Beats himself up about failing a lot of the time

So you would have to reassure him that he was doing okay

Sometimes he’s hard to comfort, because he’s the type to want to be alone when he’s upset

V - Vanity

(How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s quite concerned

Not incredibly, but he would sometimes be worried about not looking good enough for you

It would be an impulsive thought that would hit in at the most random of times

But you would instantly know

Because he goes quiet and fiddles with his clothes to distract himself

Usually shakes it off rather quick

W - Whole

(Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He would definitely be quite dependant on you

Not a huge amount, but he would feel quite lost in terms of emotions and personal connection if he had to be separated from you

If you had to go away or something, he would count down the days he got to see you again

And would call you everyday to talk to you and tell you about his day

But overall, he’s more emotionally attached to you than he’s aware of

X - Xtra

(A random headcanon for them.)

He’s such a workaholic

Sometimes you would have to drag him from his work desk to make him go to sleep

But he always says that he needs to do more, even if what he’s working on isn’t due for the next few weeks

It’s really bad though

He would sometimes neglect his mental health if he was bombarded with a lot of work

You’d always have to snap him out of it and keep an eye on him when it got too much

Y - Yuck

(What would be some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He needs a partner with the same humour as him

He has such a weird humour, so you would need to understand it for it to be funny

It’s more enjoyable anyway when no one else around you understands what you’re laughing at

In general, he’s super picky with foods

Literally wouldn’t eat some foods if they just didn’t look right to him

Z - Zzz

(What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

The deepest sleeper you will ever encounter

A bomb could go off outside his window and he wouldn’t even realise until the next morning

You would get so frustrated about waking him up when you need to

He could sleep through 7 alarms, all playing at once

Only way to wake him up is to throw your entire body weight on top of him, which always gives him a great, panicky start to the day

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[mariustears]

2.5k words of Marius angst + mild Marius x Rosa. The fic is inspired by this post.

Forever

A word so full of lies, that even the best liar couldn't make it believable.

Marius stands in a room. It's dark and empty, at least he assumed it to be. He couldn't remember how he got there. It didn't seem like there were any windows in the room considering that he would probably be seeing some sort of lighting coming from the outside if there were any, even if it was night outside. Was he in a basement perhaps?

He took a few steps forward, then a few more. He couldn't tell where exactly in the room he was, or how big it might be. It was even hard to see the silhouette of his own hand in front of his face.

"-rius!" A voice? It sounded familiar, it sounded like the voice of someone he could only vaguely remember and yet it sounded like he knew it as well as he knew his own voice, a part of him, long forgotten.

"Marius! There you are!" Marius turned around, even if there was someone in the room with him, he couldn't tell. The voice came from all sides but it was as quiet as a whisper.

"I was wondering where you went. Don't just go running off like that, I'll get worried!" The voice got louder but it was still so far that Marius feared he would miss the words if he dared to answer. But even if it was louder, Marius didn't know who it was, it could be his kidnapper for all he knew. How big exactly could this room be if the voice was this quiet, and what did they even mean?

"Look, I found a chrysanthemum in the garden. They're pretty, right? Someday I'd like to own my own flower garden and plant the prettiest flowers!"

Marius remembered. Giann. When he and Giann were children they liked to play in the garden together. Giann loved flowers and liked showing Marius the ones he found especially pretty, sometimes even hoping that Marius could draw them for him. But how did he hear them now? Giann was gone… but then how could he hear his voice so clearly now…?

"Who are you! Don't play tricks on me, show yourself!"

The lights in the room went on but due to Marius' eyes having adjusted to the darkness that previously engulfed the whole room, he was now blinded by the sudden brightness. It took him a few seconds until he could fully open his eyes again but he couldn't believe what he saw after opening them.

Marius was no longer standing in the odd room, he was now standing in the middle of a beautiful garden. It was his parents' garden. He looked around a few times, repeatedly opening and closing his eyes in confusion. This wasn't possible. How-

"Hey, Marius…" Marius turned around towards the voice. It came from a boy sitting on a white bench nearby a giant fountain. It was Giann. He was looking towards the fountain, or more specifically towards the boy who was sitting on the fountain with his feet dangling in the water, Marius. "... remember when I told you that I'd like to own a flower garden in the future and plant all the epiphyllum in the world for mom?"

"Promise me you'll take care of it when I someday won't be able to anymore, okay?"

The boy at the fountain turned his head towards Giann, seemingly not believing what he just heard. "Don't say something like that! You'll take care of it forever! You can't just leave it all in my hands… I don't even know how to take care of flowers..."

Forever. Oh how he wished that their forever would have been just a bit longer…

"Well, maybe you should listen more to what I tell you then! I've explained it to you so many times already!"

Giann stood up and walked towards the fountain, he stopped next to the boy in the fountain with a grin on his face. "Giann…? What are you doing?"

"You just have to water most flowers every once in a while, just like…"

Giann put his hand into the water and…

*splash*

...splashed a generous amount of the water into the boy's face. "...that!" and after finishing his sentence he ran off, deeper into the garden, in hopes that Marius wouldn't be able to catch him, as he knew that the consequences of his actions would be bad if he did end up being caught.

"COME BACK HERE!"

The lights went back off, and once again, Marius was left in complete darkness. What was that? How could he see such a distant memory so vividly even after all those years?

Minutes went by, minutes that felt like hours, minutes that were spent thinking about what he saw. "Forever." It wouldn't leave Marius' mind. It was such a simple thing said by children who did not know that there was no forever for anyone.

Marius had always promised to protect Giann, while Giann had always promised to protect Marius. Forever.

But there was no forever for them. Marius had failed his part of the promise. Marius had failed to protect the one he spent his whole childhood with. The one who always believed in Marius' dream of being an artist. The one who had been there for Marius until the very last moment. And he failed to do something as simple as protecting him.

Marius' legs gave in and he now found himself kneeling on the ground, tears slowly but surely making their way onto his cheeks.

He lost track of time eventually. How long did he spend on the ground? He didn't know.

Marius stood up, his legs had fallen asleep at some point and with no wall being nearly to support him he was struggling to stay up.

Suddenly, the little vision he had was gone again and he could feel something being held in front of his eyes.

"Buh!" The object in front of his eyes was gone again and he was suddenly standing on a busy market street with many vendors having small tables set up with their wares. Someone took his hand to spin him around and the contact made him realise that the object in front of his face must have been two hands holding his eyes closed.

"Have you been waiting for a long time? I'm sorry… I was stuck in traffic for a while…"

He turned around with the hand guiding him and...

...Rosa? But how-

"Hey, is everything okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

You were back? But this couldn't be, both you and Giann were-

"Where have you been? I was worried for you! I… I thought that you were…" Marius finally managed to say something, but his fear and worry had made his words come out louder than he wanted them to be.

Rosa looked back at him, unsure how to respond. "Marius I was just stuck in traffic, I'm sorry that I worried you. I should have messaged you when I had the ability to..."

"No it's fine, I'm sorry I was just a bit lost in my mind and didn't expect you to arrive so quickly, don't worry about it."

It didn't seem like Rosa fully believed what he said, but he couldn't come up with anything better to say.

"Hmm alright... should we check out the market then? Don't tell me you also forgot about the reason we wanted to meet up here!" Rosa laughed, it was that beautiful laugh that Marius had almost forgotten the sound of.

"Of course not! How could I forget!" He took her hand in his, the comfortable warmth of her hand spread over his whole body, until it reached his heart. He missed this, he missed seeing that smile, hearing that laugh and most importantly, he missed her. But why did he miss someone who was only gone from his sight for maybe a day?

Marius and Rosa walked through the Market until they arrived at a specific vendor. They sold jewellery and small handmade trinkets. Their wares weren't of the cheap sort but the quality looked to be quite high too. He saw Rosa stare at a special necklace, it was a golden chain with a golden rose attached to it. The gem in the middle of the rose seemed to be a ruby.

"Oh, Miss! Would you be interested in the necklace? It's quite pretty, don't you think? I made this necklace with the idea of young love in mind. The ruby represents the new found love, while the rose surrounding it represents the strong bond that will hold the love together for as long as you take good care of it."

"Ah, it looks very pretty but I'm sure it's not cheap… especially considering the hard work that you must have put into it!"

As much as she tried to keep her eyes off of the beautiful necklace to look at the vendor, Marius could see that she liked it.

"I'll buy it."

"Marius no, it's fine! You don't have to-"

"It's an apology for earlier. Make sure to take care of it well so our love doesn't wither, okay?"

Rosa turned away from him but it was too late, Marius had already seen the slight pink hint on her cheeks.

"What a wonderful choice! And because you two are so lovely, I'll even give you a discount." The vendor was an elderly man, so it didn't feel fair for Marius to take a discount, especially not considering that he had handmade all of his jewelry.

"There is no need for a discount, I don't mind paying the full price. Your jewelry is high class compared to the necklaces you can buy in stores nowadays, I admire your work." The vendor looked happy to hear the compliments, Marius felt bad that he had to sell his works so low but he knew that it was hard to sell jewelry that didn't have a name associated with it.

Once Marius had paid for the necklace, they both made their way through the rest of the market. They had bought a few things like clothes, vases and other handmade things.

"Stand still for a moment." They were now on a less busy street, the perfect moment for Marius to finally put the necklace on her. He let go of her hand and checked through their bags to check where it was.

"Hm? Is there something wrong?" Rosa stood still with a confused look on her face while Marius grabbed the small box with the necklace from one of the bags.

"Nope, just wait and see." Marius stepped behind her, opened the small box, and gently put it around her neck.

"How does it feel?"

Rosa held the rose shaped piece in her hand before answering, "It's beautiful… thank you."

Marius walked in front of her to see for himself, she was right. It was beautiful. But not as beautiful as the person wearing it.

"Almost as beautiful as you."

"Marius von Hagen!"

"What? Can't I tell the truth?"

Marius loved moments like these with her. Moments where they could laugh together and where he could see her face slowly getting that nice hint of pink that he found so pretty on her. He wished they would never end, perhaps even that they would last forever.

They continued walking down the street until they could hear a voice screaming for a thief, a man dressed in dark clothes ran past them while an elderly woman tried to follow. "Please help me! He stole my purse!" She screamed towards the two.

"Wait here, I'll catch him!" Marius put his bags down and ran after the man without looking back. The man was quick but he didn't seem to know the area very well. They ended up at a dead end eventually, the man managed to jump over the wall thanks to a dumpster in front of it but he seemed to be tired of their cat and mouse game and dropped the purse before disappearing.

Marius went back to the street where he left Rosa and the woman. He felt bad for just running off without saying goodbye but every second counted and he would see her again once he was back anyway, right?

He was almost back, just one more block before he would be back. But then he stopped in his tracks. Marius could hear sirens and they sounded like they were coming from… no…

Time stood still. Marius felt sick, as if he knew something was wrong. This was for something else right? A lost cat in a tree, or maybe the woman called the police because he took so long? That had to be it. Yes, he was just overreacting.

Marius ran around the block, there were two police cars standing at the street he had left them at. He could see the elderly woman but… where was Rosa? She was surely just behind one of the cars, right?

"Ma'am, so you went to the store on the other side of the street to call the police and then she..." Marius could hear people talking once he came closer but he couldn't make out much of what was said.

"Sir, we can't let you through here." A police officer stopped him. Marius felt dizzy. He could see their bags laying on the ground. Where was she?

"Where… where is Rosa?"

"Rosa?"

"The young woman with brown hair who was waiting here for me with an elderly woman! Where…" Marius could see the elderly woman talking to an officer until she noticed him. She pointed towards Marius and then walked towards him with the officer.

"He is the man who chased the thief for me! He was walking down the street with the nice lady!"

"Where is she-"

"Sir, please calm down. I'll explain everything to you."

Marius was let through by one of the officers and told to follow the officer who was talking to the elderly woman.

"So Ma'am, you've stated that he had followed a thief who had stolen your purse, correct?"

"Yes, he…"

Marius couldn't concentrate. He kept looking towards the bags, towards where she should be standing, waiting. He had gone through this exact scene before. He had lost her once before. This was another memory.

He walked towards the bags, ignoring the officer telling him to wait. There was an alleyway nearby that he hadn't noticed when they walked on the street together.

He took a few steps towards the alleyway. There was something shimmering in the small sun rays that had found their way into the dark alleyway. He walked towards it.

It was the necklace. A golden chain with a rose attached to it and a ruby in the middle. It was ripped apart, possibly broken in a fight.

Forever. He had once again wished for a forever. And once again it was taken from him.

Marius kneeled down to pick up the necklace and when he looked up, he was back in the darkness.

Once again, he couldn't protect the person he promised it to.

Once again, he had failed.

Once again, he had lost someone he loved.

Once again, he was sitting on the ground, the tears now slowly falling onto the rose.

Marius opened his eyes after a few moments, or was it hours? He didn't know.

He was now in his bed, looking at the ceiling. It was a dream, all of it.

A dream that will forever haunt him. A dream that will forever remind him of his failures.

Forever. A promise that will eventually break into tiny pieces, no matter how hard you lie to yourself.

#tears of themis #marius von hagen #tears of themis marius #tears of themis fanfic #tears of themis angst #tears of themis rosa #Tears_fics

[swiss-cheeze]

Cold Shoulder || Spencer Reid || SMUT

Requested: YES/NO - Reader and Spencer are in a secret relationship. They have kinky sex. Next day Spencer comes in with bruises and a slight limp and the team tease him about it and ask questions. They find out about Spencer and the reader who then punishes Spencer when they get home.

Gender: male, he/him, male/male relapgionship.

Warnings: dom/sub, degradation, male/male, gags, bondage/tied up, rules, mention of subdrop (Spencer doesn't go through it), overthinking, teasing (workplace and sexually), use of ‘sir’, ‘baby boy’, ‘baby’, ‘little boy’, ‘pet’.

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“S-sir please!” Spencer had begged, though through his gag it sounded more like, “thir plth!”, but you knew what the poor boy was trying to say.

“Are you sorry baby?” you asked quietly into Spencer's ear, the bed dipped as you untied your boyfriends ankles before lifting his butt and thighs slightly to get into a prefered position, scooting closer to line yourself with Spencer's entrance. The poor boy nodded aggressively.

“I'm sorry!” Spencer had said, but again, through the poor gag it more sounded like “um sothy!” drool dribbled down Spencer's chin and if he wasn't in such a submissive headspace he would have probably asked you to wipe it off.

“For what my little boy?” you asked again, Spencer's hips wiggled against your tip but you forced his pelvis down with your hands so he couldn't move. This time you decided to give Spencer a little leeway and took off the gag, discarding it somewhere on the bed as Spencer licked his dry lips and finally swallowed properly, his throat scratchy and dry.

“For forgetting the rules,” Spencer took a breath as you slowly started thrusting your hips against Spencer's hole, your tip barely grazing his entrance, “I-I didn't shave down there recently, i forgot my place before-shit- before you when you entered the apartment, i spoke out of turn-”

“Enough!” Spencer was quick to shut his mouth, “I'm bored,” you said with an evil grin. Spencer immediately knew what you were going to do and tried his best to not tense any part of his body, instead relaxing as much as he could as he looked at you with passion and wanting. You slowly guided yourself to Spencer's hole, pushing in slowly until your tip was enclosed within Spencer, you hummed.

“Mm, even just the tip and you’re so tight baby, you gonna be good for me?” you questioned as your hips rocked back and forth softly, not going in nor out, “gonna be a good little boy for me hmm?” Spencer nodded.

“Yes sir, p-please,” Spencer whimpered softly.

“Are you going to be good next time?” you questioned again, slowly starting to inch you way further into Spencer.

“Promise sir!” Spencer exclaimed harshly as you pistoned your hips forward quickly, sheathing yourself inside Spencer instantly, the pair of your groaning provocatively at the feeling. Spencer was quick to tug at the restraints on his wrists and arms as you pounded into the poor boy, him whimpering sweetly under you.

“Oh you poor baby, you’re not gonna last are you?” you quizzed, your thrusts quickened as you started hitting that one spot in Spencer that made him go wild. His groans got louder soon turning into moans and obnoxious gasps.

“Please, please please please sir,” Spencer begged, your hips pistoned against Spencer, skin slapping skin was the sound that echoed the room as well as the co owned moans, groans, whimpers and whines coming from the pair of you.

“Come for me sweetheart, only you will come for me when I tell you to, got it?” you growled into Spencer's ear, your hand on the underside of Spencer's jaw.

“O-only you sir!” Spencer rasped, his throat raw from the past few hours as both his and your orgasms rocked your bodies, Spencer's legs quaked beneath you from his bent position as his cum spilled onto his stomach and chest, yours spilling into his occupied hole.

------

The next day Spencer waddled into the bullpen; a slight limp, a large scarf bundled around his neck as well as a long sleeved coat. Spencer winced every time his arms or shoulders moved (even simply moving a folder from one side of his desk to the other side), or when Morgan clapped him on the back, or J.J. nudged him at the kitchen bench, bending down to pick up the stupid little pink and blue paperclips that have fallen to the fucking-

“Spencer?” J.J. 's voice was suddenly next to Spencer, causing him to suddenly stand and wince from the fast action, “you’ve...you've been wincing all day, are you okay?” she was concerned.

“Yeah just uh, just a hard gym session is all,” Spencer tried to cover, his eyes flitting around J.J., of course the blonde took notice of this.

“Gym?” she questioned.

“Pretty boy you don't go to the gym,” Derek chastised suddenly joining the conversation with Emily at his side.

“I've never seen you go past the coffee shop up the road from here let alone a gym,” Emily chimed, Spencer groaned inwardly as he started to get crowded.

“Baby, you’re going to the gym?” you suddenly materialized out of thin air with a small evidence box likely packed with the things from your desk; you had finally gotten your own office and only just started moving in.

“Yep!” Spencer was quick to agree.

“You never told me,” you were quick to take out his lie, “how long?”

“Um, a little while?” Spencer seemed to question his own lie.

“A little while?” Derek echoed, then it seemed like everything clicked as Derek's eyes widened, “NO WAY!”

“What! What, what, what!” Emily and J.J asked quickly.

“Doctor Genius here is having a little too much fun with the other genius!” Derek looked at you as Spencer went red. You shrugged.

“What of it?” Spencer didn't expect that to be your answer, then again, they also didn't actually, really know what happened behind closed curtains.

“Damn okay! I didn't know you two where that kink-”

“Derek come on” Emily chastised this time, she nudged the poor man away from the group as J.J. gave the two of you a knowing look and walked away as well. Spencer was still red as he sat back down at his desk, wincing of course, before you lent down and whispered in his ear.

“They don't know how much of a good little slut you are for me do they?,” you paused as you bit the shell of Spencer's ear, “I don't think they ever will,” as you walked away Spencer had decided then and there that he was not going to be your ‘good little slut’ as he concocted a plan.

-

Spencer calculated the exact time to turn around, the exact velocity and the exact angle in order to spill his just made, lukewarm, coffee on you. Knowing you hadn't repacked your newest go-bag, meaning you’d have to ask for one of Spencers shirts for the rest of the day.

“I’m so sorry!” Spencer exclaimed, the coffee was going straight through your shirt and showed off your chest, the poor boy almost forgot his plans entirely when he saw the dagger necklace you wore under your shirt.

“It's!” you huffed as you held the shirt between two fingers and away from your skin, “it's fine Spence really, i just need a new shirt is all,” you huffed again at the realisation you didn't have your go-bag repacked.

“You can use one of mine,” Spencer had said seemingly reading your mind, you nodded, Spencer walked to his desk to get the clothing as you stalked off to the bathrooms in order to get changed.

-

For the next hour Spencer started the second part of his plan; constantly annoying you while you try to work on paper profiles and student FBI work. He continuously brushed your shoulders every time he walked past your desk, always seemed to be breaking his pencils or loosing his pens, he seemed even more clumsier than usual, he ate over your shoulder resulting in sugar crumbs from his donut to fall onto your paper, constantly tried to recommend other words to use on your papers or claiming that what you were writing didn't actually happen (it did happen and you both knew he knew that).

That went on for three hours, by the second hour it really started getting to you to the point you almost snapped at Spencer in the worst way possible. Spencer had just recommended a new word for your paper when you almost broke.

“Spencer Reid, you know your rul-!” you cut yourself off before you could say ‘rules’, your face was flushed red from anger as Spencer tried not to grin and you instead settled for a glare as the team around you gave confused glances.

“I didn't hear you (Y/n) what’d you say?” Spencer asked innocently as he came closer to you due to ‘the room being too loud to hear you from over here (Y/n)’. You almost bent Spencer over your desk in that moment as everyone started going back to their own work and you whispered into Spencer's ear.

“If i had my office by now you would be stuffed under my desk with my cock so far in your mouth you wouldn't be able to talk while i talked to anyone who came in and did my paperwork,” you took a breath as you saw Spencer visibly gulp, “then i would have you kneeling on the ground, naked and gagged with your hands tied behind you and your calves tied to your thighs so you couldnt move so that anyone who walked into the room could see how fucking desperate you are with your stupid fucking little hard on,” Spencer whimpered softly at the image, “either that or I’d have you spread out with that little hole on display for everyone to see with ‘dont fucking touch’ in marker across your thigh with an arrow pointing to what is rightfully mine,” for a final blow you added, “learn to stay in your fucking place,” before walking away to the file room, leaving Spencer with a very prominent hard on.

-

For the rest of the day Spencer and you ignored each other, leaving a thick and heavy tension in the air whenever the two of you passed each other or walked in the same room. Your face was stone cold as you worked whereas Spencer was more anxious.

“Alright what is up with you two?” Emily asked as she walked past your desk.

“What?” you asked with fake concern.

“You and Spencer,” Emily gave you a little hint.

“Oh, nothing, just trying to get my work done is all,” and then you turned back to your work leaving Emily in the cold as she looked to Spencer (whose desk was in front of yours) and shrugged before walking off. Spencer knew exactly why you were ignoring him and it honestly scared him, maybe he had gone too far? Fuck where you going to leave him without anything tonight? He hadn't done anything like this before, he always stuck to the rules and almost never disobeyed them besides last night-

“Bye guys!” J.J. called out as she left. Spencer looked at the clock and sure enough he had been thinking of you for the past hour as his co-workers walked past him Spencer made sure to keep his eyes trained on you.

“Um, (Y/n)-”

“Go home, I have to finish some other files,” was your response. Spencer knew better than to try and talk over you or backtalk you even if he was in the workplace. He nodded stiffly as he started packing away his things and turning off his desktop before walking around to your desk and hesitantly leaving a dainty kiss on your cheek.

“I’m s-”

“I'll text you,”

“I love you,” Spencer seemed defeated when he said this, he had never acted this way and of course you never acted the way you are now, of course it’s different for the both of you but Spencer was starting to think maybe it wasn't such a good idea, maybe you didn't love him anymore, maybe he’s gone too fa-

“Baby,” your voice called Spencer from his thoughts as he realised you've been trying to ground him for the past thirty seconds. Your hands held Spencers as you looked into his eyes seeing every emotion welling within him, “I love you too sweetheart,” your smile was as sweet as your words, reassuring, “if you go into sub drop then you tell me okay?” Spencer nodded softly but you tugged on his hands to refocus the poor boy.

“I promise,” you nodded.

“I'll text you my pet,” your hand came up to caress Spencer's cheek, your boyfriend leaning into the touch, “now go,”. Spencer got the text when he stepped onto the train to head home, reading it made him flush red while trying to use his satchel to cover his bulge.

Sir <3, 7:23PM.

I want you naked and bent over the bench blindfolded.

Fuuuccckkkkk, he was definitely in for it tonight.

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The sight that laid before you was immaculate and like no other you had seen before; Spencer Reid, your Spencer Reid, was bent over the black velvet bench right in front of your shared bed, blindfolded, which was probably the best part. With the way Spencer positioned himself he was facing away from you and wouldn't be able to see you unless he took off the blindfold, but of course, being the good boy Spencer was he had (somehow) handcuffed himself to the ends of the bench and was spread like a starfish aside from his legs. This also got him off on humiliation. A whimper escaped the poor boy as your fingers dragged against Spencer's bare cheeks.

“Wow, you really are such a good boy aren't you?” you questioned softly, you could feel Spencer shiver under your fingers as you spread his cheeks slightly and tutted, “weeping for this aren't you darling?”

“I-”

SMACK.

“ONE!” Spencer was quick to exclaim; he knew to count how many you would be giving him without you asking.

“I've trained you well pet haven't i?,” it was rhetorical as your psalm grazed over Spencer's burning cheek, he nodded in response.

“Your good boy,” Spencer whispered.

“No.” you chuckled as you kept dragging your nails over Spencer's back and cheeks, “no you aren't a good boy,”

“What? But i-” Spencer was quick to shut his mouth with a hiss as you scratched his back, leaving harsh red lines in your wake.

“At approximately 10 am this morning you spilt coffee on me, forcing me to wear one of your shirts with the knowledge my go-back wasn't repacked”

SMACK

“For the next three hours you proceeded to be a naughty little boy by constantly chewing over my shoulder,”

SMACK

“Dropping crumbs onto my papers and my lap,”

SMACK

“Brushing my shoulder whenever we walked past one another,”

SMACK

“Constantly gave me new words and phrases for my papers even when you knew my paper was up to better standards than others,”

SMACK

“You constantly dropped pens in front of me and broke pencils just to ask me for another one,”

SMACK

“You have been all over me today, antagonizing me, annoying me…” you trailed off at the end of your sentence as you soothed the red markings on Spencer's cheeks.

“I-i’m sorry” Spencer mumbled, you chose to ignore it.

“So thick and heavy for me already baby boy,” you whispered behind Spencer as you cupped his dick, giving it a few strokes before walking away from him. Spencer whimpered at the loss of touch before picking back up into a whine as you placed something around the base of his cock. It was the purple vibrating cockring you bought Spencer eight months ago.

“FUCK!” Spencer exclaimed as quick thrumming virbarations sent their way through the base of Spencer's dick all the way to the tip of his tongue.

SMACK

“You gonna be a good boy for once and count for me slut?” you rhetorically asked, rubbing a palm over Spencer's reddened cheeks. He nodded.

SMACK

“Fucking answer me,” you gripped the pack of Spencers neck and caused him to bend backwards awkwardly, shoulders and joints popping as they ached from the angle.

“I’ll count sir” Spencer said breathlessly, you forced Spencer's head back down to its original position before you continued the punishment.

SMACK

“One!”

SMACK

“Two!”

SMACK

“TH-THREE!”

SMACK

“Four!”

And more, and more and more.

“TWENTY!”

By this time Spencer was panting as his cheeks were painted a deep red and-

“Did you just fucking cum?” you questioned as Spencer shook on the bench, drool dripping from his chin and onto the bed below him. He whimpered.

“Y-yes sir” Spencer whimpered as his thighs shook, as you looked down at the blankets in front of Spencer there, sure enough, was his load. The poor boy whimpered from the overstimulation as the cockring continued to thrum agaisnt the base of his cock.

“I should've known you'd come from a simple punishment like this,” you shook your head in disbelief, that was when you started unbuckling Spencer's handcuffs.

“S-sir?” Spencer didn't dare move after you finished unbuckling his restraints.

“Clean up your mess brat, use your tongue and mouth to find your fucking mess and clean it up.” you grinned as you watched Spencer struggle from his bent over position (his bones and muscles aching to be massaged and moved but refusing due to you standing behind him) before finally mouthing around on the quilt before finally finding his own taste, quickly lapping up everything he could, sucking the blanket into his mouth and teething at what started to stain into the blanket, while Spencer was preoccupied you quickly undressed as quietly as you could. When you were satisfied with the clean up you led Spencer to lay on his back on the soft mattress before taking off his blindfold and chucking it someplace in the room, Spencers eyes fluttered for a moment to get used to the sudden new burst of light before looking down and bulging upon seeing you naked.

“Have you learnt your lesson baby boy?” you questioned as you stuck a few fingers into your mouth, wetting them, before ghosting them over Spencers hole.

“Y-yes sir! I have sir! I promise sir!” Spencer quickly obeyed, shouting out your title in hopes to gain what he really wanted as his hips thrust up against your fingers.

“Promising something you can't keep huh?” you whispered before sticking two wet fingers into Spencer's hole, letting the boy feel the burn and the stretch, relishing in the slight choke he gave, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he pushed himself into the pillows for some sort of comfort.

“God sir please, please fuck me already. I'll be your good boy, i al-always will be i promise,” Spencer started to beg as you scissored your fingers in and out, “i'll always obey and i won't do what-what i did today, I-I’ll keep up with my schedule a-and shave, and I-i’ll be your good boy i promise,” the end of Spencers sentence was needy, whiny and oh so delicious. You slipped your fingers out of Spencer before lining yourself up, the poor boy looked down to watch.

“You sound so fucking good when you beg baby boy,” was all you said before you pushed into Spencer, the pair of you whined upon the intrusion before your hips became flush against Spencers ass. You grinned as you felt the vibrations of the cockring on your stomach.

“P-please take it o-off sir,” Spencer whimpered softly, “s-so close already” you kissed down Spencers neck, leaving love bites and purple bruises in your wake before finally giving into Spencers ask and taking the ring off, pushing a button and throwing it across the room somewhere amongst the clothing and blindfold. You kissed Spencer lovingly before starting to thrust shallowly, immediately Spencer keened as your thrusts sped up, wanting to reach your end and his own. It only took a few moments before your orgasms overtook you, shaking the pair of you to the core as Spencer spasmed onto yours and his chest as your cum spilled into his occupied hole. You both stayed like that for what felt like hours, breathing heavily into each other's ears before you started kissing down the side of Spencer's neck, the boy hummed in appreciation as your hands glided over Spencer's body, gripping and massaging whatever it touched to spread relaxation.

“You did so good baby,” you whispered into Spencer's neck, the boy whined in response as you continued kissing down his torso before finally unsheathing yourself from Spencer and moving towards the adjoined bathroom. You let a cloth become warm under the water before moving back to Spencer and cleaning up the mess you both made, “so proud of you baby, you took everything so well,” you kissed up from Spencers calves to his thighs, hips, stomach, torso, collarbone, neck and then peppering constant kisses on the apples of Spencers cheeks, across his nose, forehead and chin causing the worn out boy to laugh with the little strength he had left. You put the cloth on the bedside table before turning back to Spencer and cuddling him close to your chest, “you okay sweetness?”.

“Very,” Spencer gasped out, throat raspy from his moans, “I'm sorry for today…” Spencer whispered softly as he tried to cuddle closer into you, a sign of insecurity.

“It's okay baby, was it anything I did?” you questioned quickly, hoping you hadn't hurt Spencer in a way he didn't like.

“No, not you,” he paused, “i think i just wanted this,” Spencer looked up at you as you smiled down at him, “i just didn't like the cold shoulder we gave each other is all…” you nodded as you started bringing the blankets onto your bodies, shielding yourself from the cold night.

“Did you want to promise never to cold shoulder each other again?” you asked, Spencer nodded as he held up his pinky finger, you smiled and linked it with yours before ducking down and giving Spencer a reassuring kiss.

“I love you bubby,”

“I love you too sweetheart,”

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sangyeon

sangyeon is quite professional, so i think that him mentioning his s/o wouldn't only catch him but the others off guard as well. it would probably happen while he was bantering with his members. he somewhat forgot that there were cameras everywhere and that he couldn't mention you without any consequences.

their interview was led astray a while ago, the chaotic energy of all of them redirecting their attention from the questions to other random thoughts and banter. sunwoo and eric were telling a particularly embarrassing story about sangyeon, only for him to snap and jokingly scold them. it somehow ended in a small exasperated fight, each and every one of them trying to one-up the others by telling progressively more awkward stories. at some point haknyeon told a story and when he mentioned a "friend", - that friend being you - sangyeon chimed in to correct him, "y/n's still my girlfriend/boyfriend, you know?". they all suddenly went quiet, and it took sangyeon a while to catch on. he leaned back in his chair, hands rubbing his face in frustration when he did. he definitely screwed up, and he can only hope that it won't cause any repercussions for neither him nor you.

↬ you can find the other members under the cut!

jacob

jacob's a sweetheart and i feel like he'd genuinely feel bad about having to keep your relationship a secret. not only for your sake but also for the sake of the fans. it feels wrong to keep such a big part of himself from them. he didn't plan on mentioning you, and it was a genuine mistake on his part, but maybe, just maybe it wasn't that bad. you're his most significant concern though, so his next steps would depend on your feelings on the matter.

he didn't mean to and he knows that he will be in a lot of trouble. they were playing a little game as part of the interview and it was jacob's turn. his objective was to list all things important to him. your name left his lips almost automatically before he went on to list his members, deobi and his family. he sat back down to let the next member take over, not even realising the looks his members and managers were giving him. he gasped suddenly when he realised what he just said, eyes frantically searching for his manager's in hopes of a possible explanation that didn't expose you two. as much as he wanted to be honest and open about you two, he would never go behind your back like that on purpose, and he hopes you know that.

younghoon

you were actually present when it happened, younghoon having spent the entire morning trying to convince you to tag along to their scheduled interview. you agreed reluctantly, the opportunity to spend more time with your boyfriend being too good to pass up after all. you two never really talked about going public, so neither of you knew what to do once younghoon mentioned you.

younghoon kept getting distracted by you while you were sitting next to their managers, a proud smile on his face every time your eyes met. he missed you so much, so being able to spend even a little bit more time together was enough to get him all giggly and happy. the interviewer obviously caught onto his behaviour, asking why he was this excited. not even thinking about where he was his smile brightens, "i'm just glad y/n's here with us today." his smile falters immediately, eyes blown wide. he looks over at you, the shocked expression on your face doing nothing to help him figure out how he could get out of this. maybe it was time for the two of you to discuss going public after all.

hyunjae

it wasn't during an interview per se, but he was doing a live with kevin and changmin. they were answering questions, and he accidentally let your name slip while he was talking. he kind of just froze, his eyes focused on the plethora of comments rushing by. the others were quick to intervene though, coming up with a believable story that most of the viewers accepted as truth.

they were talking and joking with the viewers, kevin currently telling a story that happened not too long ago when hyunjae saw a question directed at him. he let kevin finish his story, taking over the talking, "my necklace? oh, i got it as a gift." he answered while showing off the pendant. the comment section was filled with questions as to who bought it for him. without giving it a second thought he simply said, "y/n bought it for me, actually.". he kind of just stopped when he realised the tension building in the room, his eyes shooting up to look at the comments. it felt like thousands of comments were rushing by, "who's y/n????" littering the comment section in seconds. kevin piped up at that, coming up with a surprisingly convincing story about how "y/n" was just a friend of theirs, a former trainee that left and still kept in contact with them. changmin helped out too, telling fake stories about their trainee years with "y/n". the comments soon went back to normal, demanding more pre-debut stories instead.

juyeon

he was all too aware of the consequences and struggled that came with dating as an idol. so far he's been doing great, always able to meet up with you in secret without raising any suspicions. as much as he loved you and wanted to declare his undying love for you for the entire world to hear, your safety and privacy always came first. his excuse was rather weak, which resulted in the company having to release a statement to calm the masses.

they were joking around with the interviewer, the atmosphere laid back and comfortable. they all kept poking fun at each other, laughs and giggles filling the interview area. going back to the questions, juyeon was the first one to be asked about his ideal first date. during an absolute no brainer, he looked confident, cocky almost while talking about your first date with him in great detail. the interviewer caught up on his very detailed story and asked if he had ever taken anyone out for a date like that. he just nodded, gasps escaping some of his members. the interviewer obviously took the chance to press for more answers, throwing names of female idols around to get a reaction out of him. juyeon shook his head furiously, waving his hands around to deny. "no, no, no, not a date like that. i went out with some of my members!" his voice was obviously panicked, and he knew that he really did it this time.

kevin

as much as he likes to be the funny guy and overshare from time to time, there are certain boundaries. your relationship was definitely one of them. his main concern was your comfort and safety. as much as he liked to believe that people would be supportive, he's also all too aware of the few extremely toxic people that would make it hard for you.

they were being asked simple questions and unfortunately, the way too overused "are any of you guys in a relationship?" was one of the questions asked. kevin doesn't know what made him say yes, especially when he felt his members look at him in shock, the manager letting out a gasp behind the camera. maybe he was tired of playing pretend, perhaps he just wanted to finally be able to talk about you freely. he just sits there and feels the regret wash over him. what was he supposed to do now? he hasn't even talked about going public with you. panic starts to settle within him, his hands getting sweaty. he couldn't do much, since it all depended on his managers and the producers from now on.

chanhee

i feel like he wouldn't really slip up like that. he probably would accidentally mention you in a different context, like he would forget to silence his phone. when it rang during the interview, the interviewer would ask who it was. chanhee would nonchalantly reply with "oh, it's just y/n." he's really caring and would see his little slip-up as a danger to your safety. he'd probably make sure that it would get cut out.

the interview was going great, they were having a lot of fun and got along quite well with the interviewer. they started talking about gifts and what the last gift was they'd received, and chanhee instinctively lifted his arm, showing off his bracelet. the interviewer complimented it, and when he asked chanhee if one of the members got it for him, he shook his head, "no, y/n got it for me.". only when the interviewer raised his eyebrows and asked, "y/n? who's that?" did chanhee realise what had just happened. his mind was racing and he spurted out the first thing that came to mind, "oh, y/n's a friend. i've known them for years now." he was hoping that he was convincing enough and made sure to remember to apologise to you later.

changmin

changmin often replied to questions with somewhat questionable answers, but blurting out your name during an interview was quite possibly the worst one yet. it kinda just slipped out and he quite frankly had no idea how to handle the situation. sangyeon or jacob might have to step in trying to either come up with a somewhat convincing story or avert the attention to a different member while changmin just sits there, dumbfounded at his own mistake.

the producers had set up the questions in a way to give the members a chance to woo their fans, so it turned out to be quite surprising when changmin blurted "y/n!" instead of a proper answer. it's like his brain stopped working for a second and you were the first person that came to mind. his eyes went wide, looking at his members for help. none of them really knew how to react in a situation like this appropriately, so they just resorted to brushing it off, pretending like it didn't happen. he was pretty quiet for the rest of the schedule, letting the others do the talking and only ever speaking when he was asked directly. he kept thinking about you and how it would affect you if the producers decide to leave his mistake in.

haknyeon

some part of him wanted to go public, to talk about you in lives and show off the cute pictures you took together. another- more rational - part of him knew that it would be best for you as well as for him and his members if you two kept quiet. as much as he got scared when he mentioned you, he was somewhat convinced that his company would take care of it. there was no way they'd just let an interview like that get aired without editing out his slip up, right?

he was currently seated in an empty conference room, waiting for his manager and ceo to come to talk to him. they've never been too enthusiastic about the fact that he was in a relationship. still, they agreed on letting him do his thing as long as he made sure to keep it from the public. haknyeon knew he screwed up and spent the time waiting with trying to come up with arguments to keep them from making him break up with you. at the end of the day, he knew that he was in trouble but there was no way hed just break up with you like that. they could edit the part out and leave it at that, the public still unaware of your relationship.

sunwoo

he prefers keeping you two a secret, and he has made it clear from the very beginning of your relationship that he doesn't want to go public. maybe someday, but definitely not any time soon. you were alright with it, the thought of angry fans and your privacy being taken away enough to agree with sunwoo on the matter. when he accidentally mentioned you while telling a story, his heart stopped for a second, and he was panicking on the inside.

they were telling a story, when sunwoo decided to take over. "yeah, and when we went back to the dorms, y/n was already there, it was-". he was interrupted when he felt someone whack his shoulder from behind, turning to snap at them. he was met with shocked expressions and worried eyes, confusion taking over sunwoo's features. "why are you mentioning y/n? are you crazy?" sangyeon hissed at him, a frown etched onto the leader's face. sunwoo gasped, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. he looked back at the producers in panic, a begging look on his face.

eric

he definitely panics inside and definitely resorts to trying to talk his way out of it, stammering out excuse after excuse. he tries to stay calm and collected, figuring that people would definitely question him if he would be overly hysterical when delivering his explanation. he doesn't want to go public, enjoying the privacy you two have, so he'd try his best to get out of this dilemma.

"then y/n came in, which startled sunwoo so bad that he accidentally smacked juyeon right in the face and-" his story was interrupted by the interviewer who curiously asked who this "y/n" was. eric's first reaction was a meek, "what?" once it clicked, he let out a laugh trying to come off as nonchalant while explaining himself, "oh! y/n! y/n's a new staff member at our company, and i've known them for a while now. we're quite close with them, you see." he looked over at his members for a second, a helpless look in his eyes. some of them decided to chime in and help him out, keeping up the narrative of you being a staff member and nothing more.

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Secret

Sirius black x Female Reader

Warnings: Arguing? That’s about it to be honest, pure fluff with a mix of angst

My grammar is terrible and spelling is not my strong point so I apologise in advance

A week before their Sixth month anniversary

Y/n Potter, was living one of the biggest Movie cliques to ever exist. She was dating her brother’s best friend, in secret and had been doing so for almost 6 months. So here they were, hidden in a broom closet making out like normal. As much as they wanted to tell James, they knew they couldn’t, he would simply shut it down and Stop them from seeing one another.

“I always miss you during your lessons,” Sirius said breaking apart from the kiss, “I can’t make out with you in front of James and everybody else.” He smirked and his girlfriend chuckled softly, “You need to leave, I’ll leave in 5 minutes just check the coast is clear before you open the door.”

Sirius just kissed her on the forehead but unfortunately completely forgot the advice she had just told him. He carefully closed the door of the broom closet behind him but walked straight into James’ side. “Oh- uh- Hey prongs! What’re you doing here?”

“I’ve got a free period, just like you and my sister but I can’t find her. I’m not sure maybe she’s with Remus,” He muttered, “Also who were you in that closet with? The rest of us were beginning to think there was something wrong after you didn’t see anybody for 6 months. Glad you’re back in the Game Padfoot.” James said before wandering off in search of his sister.

That was only the first time James was dangerously close to finding out their secret.

Y/n and James’ birthday party

There was a party happening in the room of requirement in honor of the potter twin’s birthday but one of the guests of honor was no longer in the room. Her and Sirius had snuck off to the Astronomy Tower to make out and had been up there for a good 10 minutes. Until they heard footsteps coming up the metal stairs.

Y/n quickly flattened out her hair and Sirius fixed her lipstick for her before hiding behind a wall. “Hey James” The younger Potter spoke, trying to sound nonchalant even though she was freaking out.

“You coming back downstairs? The party’s still going?” James asked her

“Yeah, I’ll be down in a minute.” She smiled and waited for him to leave before pulling Sirius out from behind the wall and giggling into his chest. “I can’t believe he didn’t spot you” she whispered.

“Well we better get you back to the party Darling, before we have a problem on our hands of a suspicious group of marauders and an Angry stag charging at me.” He chuckled leading her back down the stairs.

The second time James almost uncovered his Best friend’s secret.

Sirius’ birthday

Although she knew he wouldn’t be able to wear it, Y/n potter had bought Sirius a necklace for his birthday, which was engraved with her first name but replaced the potter with Black. He had then realised this girl was in it for the long run, she looked past his insecurities and troubled, blood supremacist family and truly saw him for who he was. He also realised something else. He was in love, but he didn’t dare admit it.

Dating his best friend’s sister was dangerous enough but being in love with her? James would go ballistic. So he kept it to himself, for now.

James was questioning where his party animal best friend was as he was missing, from his own party. He knocked on the door slightly worried that Sirius had one of his “conquests” in the room. In panic, Y/n shot under the bed in panic and prayed that Her brother wouldn’t search the room. “Come in!” Sirius yelled and James cautiously opened the door.

“What are you doing up here Padfoot? What happened to my party animal extraordinaire best mate?” James joked and Sirius tried to come up with a lie on the spot. “I don’t know, I guess I just realised that we have this year and then next year left at hogwarts before we are gone for good. I mean everybody has their lives planned out and stuff but I don’t at the moment. Sorry I’ll head back down now.”

“Don’t stress yourself out pads. We still got the rest of this year and the next year like you said, that’s plenty of time to decide what you are going to do.”

The third time James Potter almost found his Best friend and his twin sister together.

When James found out

It was summer, Sirius had gone into Y/n’s room at night after having a nightmare. She just held him as he cried. This time though, she knew something more upsetting had happened because normally he would have apologised even though he hadn’t done anything and she would fuss over the fact that she’s always there for him, no matter what. “I hated it, t-they took you.”

“Hey, look I’m right here, just calm down. I’m here” she soothed as she tried to calm his heavy breathing.

“I love you.” He said

“I love you too Sirius.”

James who was watching through the crack in the door burst in now. “You bloody what?!”

“Oh Merlín…”

[joheun-saram]

To Make A Power Couple (knj) | 8

Chapter 8: Housewarming

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Summary- Finally moved in together, Namjoon and Y/N relish their time together despite their schedules and stupid misunderstandings

word count- 8.8k

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- R

genre- series, fluff, smut, slight angst

warnings- extreme domestic fluff, mention of parental death, alcohol consumption, kink shaming (kinda? idk man), dom!joon, sub!reader, smut (unprotected sex, fingering, rough sex, marking, somewhat daddy kink, orgasm denial), safeword use (yellow), Namjoon being whipped but also being a dumbass, Y/N just trying to chill, Namjoon’s obsessed with her ass ig

a.n- apologies for this chapter taking literally forever! but i give you fluff for your patience. so much fluff omg. can i move in with joon already? but also we cant have this much fluff without a sprinkle of angst. 

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“Are you sure about this? It’s only been six months honey.” Your mother looked at you through the screen and you felt your heart tighten. She had that worried look on her face, the one that tells you that she will respect your decision but isn’t too happy about it. She looked different too, the wrinkles around her eyes more pronounced as she frowned and you wish you could convince her of your decision.

“Seven, actually. I love him, mom. I thought you liked him?” She had been nothing but supportive of your relationship, trusting you to make the right decisions. It had been the two of you for so long when you were younger that it always felt weird that you were on your own now. When your father had passed away when you were starting high school, she had done everything in her power to ensure you never felt like you were down a parent. As a senior partner at a management consultancy, she had long hours and business trips but she always picked you up from school and often took you with her on her business trips. Her trips are the reason that by the time you finished high school, you had been to pretty much every major city in North America. Not to mention that watching her working is the reason you were so good at what you did now. 

You remember when the first year after your father’s death you had to go to a father-daughter school dance and she donned one of his old suits to take you. You danced with her that night, surrounded by your peers and their fathers, but smiling at her as you nuzzled into her neck, her scent mingling with your dad’s on the clothes. You felt safe and you decided you never wanted to disappoint her. Maybe that’s where your drive to succeed came from - from ensuring that your mom, who worked long hours but still had a homemade dinner on the table when you came back from school, was proud of you.

“I do like him, honey. Namjoon is probably the best boyfriend you’ve had. I’m just worried you both are moving too fast.” She sighed as she sipped her tea. “He’s a rockstar, I just want you to be happy but what if things changed?”

“A rockstar?” You giggled. Sometimes you forgot that your mom was kind of old school, not beyond judging a book by its cover. “He’d probably die of embarrassment to hear you say that.”

“Y/N I’m just saying. Be careful with your heart.” Her voice was stern as she looked at you through the screen, her eyes narrowed with her warning.

“I know mom. I’m sorry. I trust him, you know. I don’t think I knew what love was till I met him. Having him around makes me feel safe, less lonely.”

“He’s still responsible for my daughter being in a cast.” After the incident, your mother had grown a bit wary of your relationship. She knew he was famous but she never realised just how many sacrifices the two of you had made to be together. You knew she was aware that Namjoon would never hurt you but you still felt bad that she was worrying over what was an anomaly. Speaking to Namjoon, you knew that something of the sort had never happened to him and his members, even to his other idol friends. The thought of it being such a rare occurrence had given you assurance and you hoped it would translate to your worried mother an ocean away.

“Mom! It’s not his fault. We’ve been over this!”

“I know, I know. I’m your mom. I’m just worried.” She sighed as she resigned from the conversation. You knew your mom had your best interests at heart but she didn’t know Namjoon like you did. She had met him twice over the screen and then had spent countless hours googling him and sending you clips of him breaking things with texts calling him out (“he better not be this clumsy with your heart”). You love her but you never know how to convince her that she had nothing to worry about. “Anyways, how’s my favourite son Harry?”

And so the conversation moved on from her qualms about your soon-to-be live-in boyfriend to your business as you told her about the plans you had for your company and talked about your friends. As you went to bed after hanging up, you looked at the empty side. It was the first time in weeks you were sleeping without your boyfriend but you were giddy as you thought about the morning when he would finally move in and you would never see that empty side again.

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“Baby why are all your shelves empty? Why have I never noticed this before?” Namjoon stood frowning in the kitchen with a box of his dishes and cutlery, something you made fun of him about since he notoriously lives on take out, as he placed his plates in the shelves above your kitchen counters.  

“Really Joon? Do you know who you’re dating?” You giggled as you hopped off the counter you were sitting at and stood next to him. Reaching up to extend your uninjured hand as far as it could, you looked at him as you just about reached the bottom shelf. You were not that short but whoever designed this apartment thought the shelves looked extra elegant if they were extra high. 

“Aw! You’re so cute!” He cooed as he patted your head condescendingly, causing you to scowl and narrow your eyes at him. Before you could retort, he put his arms around your waist lifting you so you were eye level with the shelves. “See? Now you can reach! Teamwork!”

You laughed as he put you down, turning around to wrap your arm around him. “Can’t believe we live together now,” you whispered into his chest as you felt him kiss the top of your head. Placing your chin against him you looked up, speaking in a hushed tone. “Promise me you won’t start hating me and my little quirks.”

“I could never hate you, as long as you promise not to get annoyed by me practicing in our living room.” Namjoon looked at you with a wide smile, as he cupped your face, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. You hugged him as you looked across the kitchen island towards your large living room. The large shelf in the corner that once only housed only your books and vinyls was now filled with pieces of your boyfriend. The top shelves had his books with his own organization system (apparently organizing books based on colours was too chaotic for him) as his little collectible figurines stood at random places. Not to mention the tiny baby shoes he had added on one of the shelves (“They’re just cute! I’m totally not picturing a cute fat baby with your doe eyes!”). 

You both had added another shelf near the balcony that now housed his extensive plant collection, in fact you had never seen this apartment more green, little plants scattered in the corners. In addition to your framed posters, there were now paintings from his collection, eclectic pieces that lit the blank white walls in color. You both had even moved the couch to the corner and added a mirror on the nearby wall that not only made the room look larger but would help Namjoon if he ever needed to practice his dances. 

You sighed contentedly as what was once your home now became the both of yours, your hobbies and tastes intermingling in a perfect union. The den was now a studio, soundproofed and full of midi boards and amps - it seemed like a piece of Namjoon had a place in your home. The two of you had gone back and forth over where to live, whether to move into his house or buy a new place completely, but in the end you had decided your apartment would be best since it was close to both of your work places and because it housed the most memories you shared.

“Oh! Or we can buy a new place?” You looked up at Namjoon’s profile from where you laid next to him, you head in the crook of his arm, his fingers tracing circles on your skin, right above where your cast ended. You were both in bed, a few days after he asked you to move in together, eager to figure out where you would embark on your latest relationship milestone.

“What about here? I like it here. This is our spot.”

“Really you wanna move in here?”

“Yeah this is where we had our first official date. This is where we found out that Ken Burns documentaries make you fall asleep-” He grunted as you smacked his chest at his comment, laughing before continuing. “This is where I first found out how much I love your food. Heck, that living room was where I knew I was in love with you!”

“Oh? You haven’t told me that before.” The two of you turn on your sides to look at each other as you grinned at him in anticipation.

“Yeah it was like a few weeks after we became official. I came over and you were at the gym and when you came back we ordered like a massive pizza and you were so giddy while eating it, I don’t know if you noticed but I’m sure I had literal heart eyes.”

“You know you really like me and pizza together,” you joked as you played with the necklace he had given you, his hand coming to fiddle with the chain as well.

“What can I say? I like you covered in sauce.” He laughed as he held your chin and brought you in for a kiss, humming gently when you separate.

“Be honest though, you totally fell in love with me when I agreed to recreate that porn you like, didn’t you?”

“Ah fuck! You’re right, that’s like the number one reason we should move in here. This is where we found out calling me daddy makes you gag.”

“Yes I’m sure it was just calling you that and not your stupidly big dick.” You both broke into fits of laughter holding on to each other, falling back into the comforting silence, before Namjoon broke it looking at you with a smirk.

“So how about we break out that riding crop again? Hmm? Get you in some of that sexy lingerie?” He moved his arm lower from where it sat on your waist to your hips, his fingers playing with the waistband of your pajamas.

“But baby you said you loved my batman underwear,” you whined jokingly, giggling with your arm around his neck as you looked at him coyly.

“Honestly? I love you in anything.” He said earnestly as he captured your lips in a searing kiss, moving his body to lay on top of yours carefully avoiding your injured arm. “Or nothing…”

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The first week of living together was odd. The two of you had spent the month after deciding to move in together planning so much, even buying new furniture, but now that you were living together it was weird. It wasn’t a bad weird, in fact it was a very, very good weird. You and Namjoon had never lived with a partner before and much like when you first got together, it felt easy. Maybe it was practice from when Namjoon was over all the time, but it just felt so effortless being with each other.

You would be lying if you said your mother’s words hadn’t opened up an insecurity within you. You were messy, sure it was an organized mess, but you were messy. You tend to forget where you put things, and when you’re stressed even the smallest of inconveniences make you snap. However, somehow Namjoon just slotted himself into your life so seamlessly, you were finding it hard to believe how lucky you were. 

On Monday, you came home and as usual threw whatever jacket you were wearing on the floor, he followed, silently picking it up and hanging it. Namjoon was organized and that made you remember where you left your keys on Tuesday, because now they were always in the cute little crab shaped plate near the foyer. On Wednesday you were infuriated with work and when you went to pee when you reached home, the toilet seat was up causing you to nearly topple in. But unlike usual when you would’ve torn whoever did that to pieces, you broke into a laugh, dialing Namjoon at practice and telling him you missed him. On Thursday, you had your doctor’s appointment to finally get the cast off, and when you returned home to excitedly show off your new arm, Namjoon frowned at the large scar before kissing it repeatedly and spending the night worshipping you. On Friday, the two of you saw the smog warning and donned some masks going to Yeouido Hangang Park, melding in with the mask-wearing strangers enjoying convenience store kimbap and beers as you read your book aloud to him, lounging on the sloping greens. That was also when he learned you didn’t know how to ride a bike, making it his responsibility to teach you.

“I still can’t believe you don’t know how to ride a bike!” Namjoon laughed as he held onto the handlebars. You struggled to keep the balance, your feet resting lightly on the pedals of the rented bike as he slowly pushed you. 

“I skateboarded instead! You tell me that once you land an ollie!” you huffed, now pushing on the pedals, albeit gently. Namjoon found your hesitation adorable. He loved discovering these different sides of you. The fact that his always confident girlfriend seemed scared of something as simple as a bike when she was apparently doing tricks on a skateboard, made his heart swell. It was like you kept all your embarrassing secrets for him, you told him things that no one knew about you, and he couldn’t wait to discover more. 

For Namjoon, moving in had been as easy as breathing, even though it had barely been a week. On Monday, he took a homemade lunch to work for the first time in a year. When he opened the box, the smell of your stew lingered in his studio and every time he returned from a meeting that day, the scent made him smile. On Tuesday, you came by his building to pick him up, waving excitedly as he wrapped up a livestream and tried not to giggle like a fool in love, which he very much was. Wednesday, he was having a tough time getting the new dance routine down, but then you called him out of the blue and it made his heart flutter, reenergizing him to finally nail the steps. When your cast came off on Thursday, he was again filled with guilt about his part in your attack, but your assurances helped him ease his mind. However, not as much as you screaming his name when he made you cum for the third time on his tongue. Namjoon had never felt so connected to someone before. Usually he would be scared to share so much of his life with another person, but with you he couldn’t wait. He felt extremely lucky just to be in your presence, soaking in the determined look on your face as he taught you how to ride a bike.

“Okay shit. Nevermind that’s really hot. Let’s go skateboarding next time,” he smiled at you mischievously, knowing that he was going to let go of the bike any second.

“I haven’t done that in ten - Oh my god! Don’t let go! Why are you letting go?” You looked behind you to see Namjoon put a thumb in the air in encouragement.

“You’re a big girl, you can do it. I believe in you!”

“I hate you! I’m gonna fall! How do I stop?!” You could feel the wind blowing through your hair as you steadily picked up speed, and you were terrified. How did you let your tree of a boyfriend talk you into this? There was a reason you had legs, why did you need these stupid wheels?!

“Just push the brakes and put your leg out.”

“Joon! Namjoon! I’m gonna fall!” You watched your life flash before your eyes as you cursed, falling on to the grass, your bike between your legs. Namjoon jogged up the few meters to stand above you, almost doubling over in laughter, causing you to cross your arms where you laid pouting at him. “Stop laughing at me!”

“Sorry! I just - you were going so slow! You literally fell in slow motion!” He continued laughing, even having the audacity to wipe a tear off his eye as you glared at him, before moving the bike and helping you up. “Come on up. There we go!” He beamed at you making it much harder to be mad at him when his eyes squinted in that adorable way they do when he’s extra pleased.

“If I break my arm again it’s your fault.” You leaned into him as he put an arm around you, the other walking the bike back to its station. 

“Sorry, sorry! Okay I think that was enough practice. Let’s go home.” He pulled you closer, the bike now firmly locked and no longer charging him through the app. With your arms around his waist, you kind of felt bad giving up on learning so easily. He had seemed so excited when he suggested biking around the river.

“Sorry I can’t bike with you. I wanna share your hobbies!” You pouted, making Namjoon swoon.

“Baby we literally share like seven million hobbies. It’s okay if you don’t like biking. I hate all the Shark Tank episodes you make me sit through.” He laughed as you looked up at him, even with the mask covering half his face you could tell how his dimples would be poking through his cheeks at your comment.

“You said you liked them!”

“It was a month into dating you. I lied.” You rolled your eyes at his nonchalance as he smiled smugly. You knew he hated that show, he would always be getting up to go to the bathroom or get snacks during the pivotal moments. Well at least he was committed enough to not be on his phone when you watched together. Now that you think about it, he must really love you to sit through the marathon you had of it last month.

“So what else do you hate?”

“Arthur C Clarke. I don’t get why you love 2001 so much. It’s so pseudo philosophical and the sequels suck.”

“But the monolith Joon! The spark of curiosity and ambition! And like the combined consciousness! Come on!”

“Eh. Pretentious. Douglas Adams did it better.” He shrugged.

“I can’t believe you! Those are like two different concepts!” You laughed as he dissed one of your favourite books, enjoying his warmth against you as the two of you waited for the car to pick you up in the parking lot.

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Saturday would mark the first weekend of you both living together, and so it was time to celebrate. The two of you had taken the day off in preparation for the first party you would host together, in the apartment you lived together. Just the thought made you giddy. You walked around the grocery store, stocking up on snacks and alcohol as Hayoon, Namjoon’s favourite security personnel, helped you carry the basket that kept getting heavier. You still found it weird walking around with the 195cm, extremely buff older man, but with the attack still fresh in your head, it was comforting having the looming presence. You had noticed that people didn’t even look twice at you, when in the past your foreigner status would have had at least a few staring at you.

Thanking Hayoon for carrying your supplies and bidding him a goodbye, you walked into your living room to find your boyfriend dancing to music playing from his earphones. Somehow in the midst of cleaning and moving furniture to make room for the twenty something people you both had invited, he had started working. You couldn’t blame him when you yourself had taken the time in the car to answer a few emails. It gave you the perfect opportunity to share your present with him.

“I’ve got a surprise for you!” You walked over to block his view of himself in the mirror as he rolled his body to some unknown tune. It was quite funny watching his concentrated scowl turn into confusion, barely hearing you.

“Hmm?”

“Stop dancing! I’ve got a surprise!”

“Can’t stop babe I have to get this down before Monday.” Namjoon looked over your head into the mirror as he continued practicing his choreography, making you roll his eyes.

“Hmm maybe Kook would wanna go instead,” you said nonchalantly as you turned around and started to slowly back away, before Namjoon’s arm came around your waist, stopping you.

“Ah baby don’t do that. See, airpod out, I’m listening!” You grinned as Namjoon pulled his earphone out, stopping the music but continuing to dance.

“You know you look like one of the sims just dancing there without music,” you joked, giggling.

“Babbbbbe! Where are we going?” he whined.

“So you know how your favourite rapper is Nas?”

“Yes I’m aware.”

“I got backstage passes!”

“What? For me?” Namjoon stilled, a dopey grin on his face as you walked closer to him to show him the tickets on your phone. It wasn’t a huge present but when one of your clients had asked if you wanted to attend, you couldn’t refuse the tickets. It helped that your client owned the stadium the performance was at and had accommodated your special requests for privacy.

“And you get to watch from this barricade so you don’t have to worry about paparazzi or fans and you can just enjoy the show!” Namjoon’s heart swelled as he heard your words. You never failed to surprise him with how much you went out of your way to make him comfortable. Lately, you’d been making him want to declare your relationship to the world. It was a dumb fantasy and the two of you had talked (argued) about going public, but between the two of you it seemed that you were more against it.

“You’re coming with me right?” He put his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“I don’t know, I know I just said you’ll have privacy but what if someone sees us together? Maybe you can take Yoongi.” You look up at him with a frown, your hands on his chest, as you assessed the different ways the concert could affect your privacy. He hated how you had to overthink such a simple outing, mirroring your frown as he reached to relax the crease between your brows before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Shut up. I’m only taking you. The whole world can watch!” He grinned making you roll your eyes. 

“You scare me with how easily you just said that.” You swatted at his chest. It really did scare you with how easily he’d been saying that lately. He wasn’t really an impulsive person, he usually thought everything through to the utmost detail and so his recent exclamations were worrying you. It’s not that you wouldn’t like to post one of the thousands of couple photos on your social media, it’s just you were worried about how toxic some netizens could be.

“Would it be so bad if everyone knew?” He pulled you closer, arms circling your waist as he pressed his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes with a little smile, wanting to play out his fantasy.

“Joon I’m not risking your career so we can go on a few dates.” You sighed, picking at his shirt at his chest where your hands laid.

“My fans will be happy to see me happy, baby.”

“Ugh let’s not argue about this right now. Do you like your surprise?” You put your arms around his neck as you peck his lips.

“Only if I get to enjoy it with you.”

“Yes yes I guess I’ll go see one of my favourite rappers with you.”

“I love you,” he whispered, bringing his lips to yours to kiss you gently. You returned it equally gently, getting lost in the warmth as he molded his lips to yours, tilting his head to get a better angle and squeezing your ass as he brought you even closer in his embrace. Before things could get heated, you pulled away, smiling as he followed your lips, eyes still closed. You pecked his lips a few times before moving away completely.

“Hey don’t let me distract you. Practice!” 

“You’re such a tease. Meanie.” He pouted as you walked away with a wave in his direction, smirking at his petulance. 

“Love you too Joonie!”

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Namjoon was drunk. He promised himself at the beginning of the party that he would stay sober to ensure his first party with you went seamlessly, but then the Ilsan boys showed up. The Ilsan boys were his high school friends, dubbed so by you. To say you liked them would be a stretch, since he always got too drunk when they were around, but he couldn’t help it. They made him forget all about being an idol and let loose. They were some of the few people beside you and his family that had that effect. Sitting on the couch that was pulled up to the window, he felt the alcohol race through his veins, and he was in his feelings. Beside him, Harry talked to Sehun, one third of the Ilsan boys as they talked about some tv show. He was happy, so happy he was smiling to himself as he rocked his feet on the ground, a beer in hand. He was happy and as he watched you across the room, he was also a little annoyed.

You were talking to Kang, another one of the Ilsan boys, as Jungkook stood with his arms on top of your head for support and Hoseok laughed at some joke you made. Before the party the two of you had decided not to be the couple that only hung out with each other, and since this party was literally just your closest friends, it was not that hard to do. But right now all Namjoon wanted to do was be petty and shove Jungkook off of you, wrap his arms around you instead and tell you how horny your skinny jeans were making him. Alright, correction. Namjoon was drunk, happy, and horny. 

He bit his lip as he followed your curves with his eyes, watching the way your chest rose as you laughed, and the way your throat moved with each sip of your whiskey. Okay, that’s it. Screw the decision, he was walking over. Plus, he had stayed away for the past three hours, even had to watch you belt out his favourite My Chemical Romance song as you wiggled your butt, that had to count for something. He made his way to your little group, swaying a little as he shoved Jungkook a little too aggressively off you, making him protest over his spilled beer, before putting an arm possessively over your shoulder. He grinned as you leaned in, continuing your conversation.

“As I was saying there is no way Y/N is a sub. No fucking way!” Kang bellowed from where he stood. Namjoon’s brows furrowed at his comment. Why was he talking about his girlfriend this way? He felt an irrational surge of anger through him. He knew Kang was crass, his talks often devolving to his sex capades a few shots in, but did he really not respect Namjoon enough to be talking this shit in his own home about his girlfriend during their housewarming party?

Namjoon’s grip tightened around you protectively as Kang kept talking about your sex life. You only hummed, seemingly bored as you drank. Turns out you were playing a game, instigated by Kang of course, where you had to guess the other person’s kink, and if someone guesses correctly, you drink if not then the guesser drinks. Apparently you were in the spotlight for the moment.

Namjoon tilted his head, eyes narrowed at his childhood friend and raised an eyebrow. Kang, luckily for him, got the hint, shutting up with an apologetic glance at Namjoon. However, everyone else in the little group seemed to have missed this little interaction.

“I don’t know… I’ve seen hyung’s porn collection. He definitely has a daddy kink.” Jungkook scratched his chin as he slurred out the words, like he was trying to decipher a difficult math problem. 

“Dude Y/N would rather puke than call Namjoonie daddy.” Hoseok laughed, wiggling his eyebrows at you with a knowing smirk. You laughed, a little too hard in your tipsy state, and Namjoon felt his blood run cold. You had definitely said those words to him, even pretended to jokingly gag when he brought it up the first, and only, time. He stood straighter at Hoseok’s comment. Had you told him about this? Why would you tell Hoseok of all people? You weren’t even close! 

His jaw ticked as the group laughed, oblivious to the sudden hurt he felt. He felt exposed, naked and vulnerable, all because of you. He didn’t know if his feelings were elevated with the alcohol in his body, but he suddenly felt like he was losing all trust in you. You didn’t even seem phased, not noticing that his arm was no longer around you as you giggled at their antics.

“Okay. Time to reveal the winner!” You started, your arms wide and voice low as Jungkook used Hoseok’s chest as a makeshift drum, tapping at it lightly in a drumroll.

“Nope.” Namjoon couldn’t help but cut you off. There was no way you were sharing intimate details of your sex life with these idiots. He didn’t know how things worked in Canada, but here in his house he sure as hell was not hearing his friends talk about your kinks. He grabbed your wrist, taking the glass from your hand and placing it on the table before dragging you into the guest bathroom by the kitchen.

“Aww Joonie! Now I have to do three shots!” You pouted at him, oblivious to the storm brewing in his head.

“No.”

It was all he said before he crashed his lips to yours, taking your surprised yelp as an opportunity to roughly press his tongue to yours. He didn’t know what overcame him, he initially wanted to talk to you but something about the utter lack of remorse on your face snapped something in him. Oh those guys didn’t think you were a sub? He was going to prove them all wrong and make you beg for him while no one outside had a clue. It was his biggest turn on after all, to see you confidently striding through every room demanding respect and attention, only to turn into an obedient little girl for him.

He had been horny all night, rocking a semi every time he looked at you, and your little moans as you wrapped your arms around him now only made him harder. He kissed you with more force, removing your hands from around him and pinning them to the door behind you as his lips ventured down your neck to where your blouse started.

He let go of your hands, pleased to see them remain immobile against the door, and reached for your jeans, the same jeans that had been taunting him all evening. Kissing down your body, he pulled the jeans off your legs, turning you around roughly once you stepped out of them. With your ass in front of his face, he couldn’t help himself, biting at the flesh, smirking at your surprised yelp.

He stood up behind you, bending you over the sink. Pulling your shirt up and gripping your jaw, he placed the hem in your mouth. He kissed your neck, keeping his eyes on yours through the mirror as his hands pulled the cups of your bra down to grope you firmly. You didn’t know what had gotten into him suddenly, but you were not complaining, your shirt getting wet as did your panties. Wordlessly, he continued, his hands roaming your body to reach your heat where he didn’t hesitate to slide your panties to the side and thrust two fingers in, making you moan loudly at the sudden stretch. 

At your moan, his lustful eyes met yours as he increased his speed, the sound of your squelching pussy filling the air. Namjoon couldn’t help himself anymore, he needed to be inside you, teach you a lesson for being so oblivious to him. Unbuttoning his jeans, he released his dick, already dripping with precum at how turned on he was at the prospect of one of your friends knowing what was happening behind doors. Without a second thought, he lined himself up at your entrance to plunge himself right to the hilt. 

You moaned at the sudden aggressive move, your skin tingling with excitement to see your boyfriend this needy for you. Namjoon didn’t usually get this aggressive right off the bat, and his rare sexual desire made you heat up, mewling at the stretch. You braced yourself against the counter as you watched Namjoon’s face contorted in pleasure, his jaw tight as he rammed himself into you again and again, leaving your breathless and with your legs shaking.

“Fuck… I can’t believe we’re fucking in the bathroom… at our own party!” you moaned at a particularly hard thrust.

“That’s what you get for being such a fucking tease all night.” Namjoon leaned closer to speak in your ear, his chest molded to your back as one of his hands pulled your nipple while the other turned your head towards him, leaving sloppy wet kisses on your neck. You need more, needed to kiss him, needed his fingers on your clit, anything.

“Joonie…” you mewled, looking at him pleadingly.

“Ah don’t try to get all soft on me now baby.” He smacked your ass, aiming right where his bite mark was visible, making you preen. “Did you think you were funny telling Hobi how you gagged on my cock when I called myself daddy, hmm?” His hips moved hard, pushing you further into the sink, your walls clenching around him and you were sure your hips were going to bruise from where they slammed against the counter. Your skin was pebbling with goosebumps and you felt like you could feel every vein on his cock as he continued to move in you. With his hand on your jaw, he moved your face towards the mirror, enjoying the way your mouth was held open and eyes wide with want.

“Answer me baby. Did you like embarrassing me in front of our friends?” Namjoon knew he really shouldn’t bring his issues into the bedroom, especially when you allowed and trusted him with how you gave up control, but the concoction of hurt, anger and beer in his veins overrode his rationality. 

You felt a wave of guilt wash over you at his words, finally realizing what had gotten him so riled up. Making eye contact in the mirror, you couldn’t tell if this was all part of a scene he’d come up with or if he was serious. Before you could say anything, he spanked you again, his thrusts slowing, but somehow getting harder. Although you were concerned, you couldn’t deny how you could feel your orgasm rising, your walls tightening around him.

“Do you like seeing me get hurt in front of my friends?” He gritted out, his gaze darkened.

“H-hurt?” you stuttered, alarmed.

“Yeah baby, hurt. You think I like you sharing our secrets?” He was back at your neck, nipping the flesh and soothing it with his tongue. “You think I liked you and Hobi laughing at me, pretty girl?” he sneered, but you could see past it. Behind the lust in his eyes, he was actually hurt, his eyes glistening, and although you were enjoying this sudden, surprise sex, your needs could wait.

“Joon… fuck… yellow. Yellow.” You grunted, despite your body begging you to let him continue so you could cum. Suddenly Namjoon froze, pulling out. His eyes softened immediately with concern as he ran his hands up and down your arms to comfort you.

“Shitshitshit sorry! Was that too much? Too rough? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He spoke fast, trying to gauge your expression in the mirror.

“Are you okay? Are you actually mad about Hobi?” You turned around, cupping his face as you looked up at him. He sighed, biting his lip a couple of times and contemplating if he should talk about it now.

“Yeah. I’m sorry I just - it kinda fucked me up.” He averted your gaze, opting to look at the wall next to the two of you, and you felt your heart ache at his words. “Like I was pretty vulnerable when I shared that kink with you and I get it - it’s cliched and basic and you weren’t into it but I feel like you guys were laughing at me. I don’t like getting laughed at by my girlfriend behind my back with one of my best friends.” He looked at you towards the end of his statement, the fiery look back in his eyes. You knew he was mad, but truly he had no reason to be. In fact, thinking more about it made you sad that he would think that you would purposely kink shame him or laugh at him for any reason.

“I’m so sorry Joonie. It’s not even like that. I’m so sorry baby. Do you wanna talk about -” But before you could finish your sentence, he spun you around again.

“No.” He spoke firmly, lining himself once again, fully back into his dominant persona. “Much. Rather. Fuck. My. Frustrations. Out. Colour?” He punctuated each word with a snap of his hips, making you mewl, your earlier lost orgasm revving back up slowly.

“Green. Fuck Joon!” He bent you over further at your words, holding tightly to your hips as he fucked you.

“Tell me when you’re close, baby. You don’t get to cum tonight.” He spoke, his voice strained from his harsh movements. Oh, he must be really mad. Namjoon took pride in making you cum, often overstimulating you, but this was new. He’d never flat out denied you an orgasm before, and the thought made you want to cum even more.

“Joonie. I’m sorry. Please... fuck! You feel so good.” You mewled, looking at him with puppy eyes. You didn’t know how long you could hold your orgasm if he continued, the coil in your stomach tightening at his every move.

“No can do pretty girl you gotta learn your lesson.” He smirked, spanking your ass for good measure, the slap ricocheting through the walls of the small bathroom. You really hoped nobody needed to pee, glad that the music was pretty loud, you could almost sing along to the SHINEE track in the background.

“Please daddy?” You knew he was mad at you for this, but in your lust-addled, desperate mind you just wanted to do anything to please him.

“Fuck off! Don’t make me ban you from cumming all week.” He gritted out, almost panting with how fast he was going, chasing his own release as he spanked your ass twice. 

“God. Oh my god, Joon!” You felt him get sloppy, almost on the brink of your orgasm. Namjoon could feel you tighten impossibly hard, and with one last thrust he pulled out, stroking himself before cumming on your ass with a loud groan. You whined, your head on your arms as you felt your orgasm ebb away, your clit throbbing in need.

Namjoon leaned next to you, catching his breath, as he looked at your wrecked state, legs shaking, hair a mess, your tits hanging out of your bra.

“Did you cum?” he asked, stroking your hair as you looked up at him.

“No…” He kissed you at that, gently and quickly.

“Good girl. Now let’s clean you up, we have a party to host.” He buckled his pants, as he handed you some toilet paper, fixing your shirt, and once you cleaned up, helping you put your pants back on. He was still hurt, but weirdly sated. He knew it would take time for him to get over this, but he still felt lucky knowing that you’d understand as he watched you fix your makeup in the mirror.

“Joon, are you still mad?” You spoke after a few minutes, voice uncharacteristically meek, making Namjoon wish he waited till after the party was over, so he could tend to you properly after being so rough.

“A little. It’s just kind of stings right now.” He spoke after a few beats of contemplation leaning against the sink. When in other relationships, he got used to just saying he was fine, with you he felt that he could be honest even if it hurt, and although he still felt somewhat betrayed, he couldn’t help himself.

“I’m sorry, truly. I swear it’s not what you think. We weren’t laughing at you, promise! I love you.” You looked at him with such sorrow that he almost felt stupid for having such feelings, wanting to pacify you, but he knew you’d hate it if he did so.

“Ah don’t make that face.” He pouted at you slightly, cupping your face in his hands.

“What face?” You ask, eyes wide, cheeks a little squished by his hands and he felt his heartbeat accelerate.

“That face! Makes me want to kiss you.” He whispered, before capturing your lips in a tender kiss, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones.

“Joonie… baby, talk to me.” You pleaded, you hands on his, but he just leaned down to peck your forehead instead.

“Shh, yellow on this convo for now. Let’s just go back to the party. I love you too, pretty girl.” He smoothed your hair once again, before moving to the door. He paused at your lack of movement, turning around to see you frowning as you looked at him. He knew you wanted to talk it out, it was in your nature to solve problems immediately, but Namjoon needed time. If he talked about it now, he would probably get angry, or worse start crying. He needed to think things through. 

“Even when you’re mad?” you said quietly.

“Even when I’m mad. Now let’s go before anyone figures we’re missing.” He took your hand and walked you out, the party none the wiser of your little indiscretion. However, if anyone was paying attention, they would have noticed how off the mood was between the two of you, your smiles not reaching your eyes, and your cups always empty.

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You stared at the screen, the cursor blinking as you tried to put your thoughts together. This expansion into Japan was going to be the death of you. You had been working on the strategy for months now but nothing appealed to the board who never lost the opportunity to remind you of your age or lack thereof. With your combined shares Harry and you could technically override any of their decisions, but antagonizing the board further would only lead to more problems in the future so you just grinned and bore it. 

You had spent all day at the office trying to figure out the new strategy to beat out the competing company that already existed in Tokyo to get sufficient market share to make the expansion viable. Siwon had been kind enough to be your scribe while you word vomited at him but as you looked at the page now it made little sense. You were kind of embarrassed that he had to type out this bullshit.

Frustrated at your lack of progress, you looked at the clock, and reading the 11:34 pm displayed there with a grimace as you stood up to walk to the kitchenette on your floor. Starting a pot of coffee you talked to yourself as you fidgeted with the cups, stacking them this way and that. You kind of wished Harry would’ve stayed late tonight to talk through the strategy with you but apparently Jen had been pretty annoyed with all his late nights so you had no choice but to do it alone. You didn’t mind it as much usually, you enjoyed the silence of the empty building, enjoyed filling it with your favourite songs as you worked through your thoughts.

Tonight however you were pretty annoyed to be working late. After the party, Namjoon had spent Sunday sulking about, still refusing to talk out what you thought was a minor issue of miscommunication. If you were being honest, part of your frustrations tonight might be due to the fact that a part of your brain kept pestering you with the same thoughts. Mom was right, you moved in and look, already not talking to each other. If you can’t resolve this tiny fight, how will you have a future? He’s probably sick of you already.

Trying to practice your coping mechanisms, you let the thoughts pass through your head. They were just negative thoughts, they did not define you as a person, do not react to them. You took a deep breath, focusing instead on the task ahead.

As you walked to your desk with your third cup of coffee of the evening and thought about your business plans, you started resenting your board more and more. It was one thing to want a flawless strategy but they failed to understand that there was literally no strategy in the world that would be as risk averse as they wanted. They thought you too impulsive, too bull-headed to do something that was low risk. They had the audacity to think that you were building all the riskiest strategies on purpose when in reality to get the outcome you wanted there had to be an equal amount of risk to go with it. Sighing, you started typing your thoughts, bulleted, on the doc as your phone rang.

“Namjoon?” you asked as soon as you picked up the phone, a bit surprised that this is how he was choosing to break his pseudo silent treatment.

“Just called so you’re not startled.” You heard Namjoon twice, once in your speaker and once from right in front of you. Regardless of his efforts, you jumped in your seat to see him standing in front of you. Holding your hand on your heart, you looked up at your boyfriend standing over your desk in a matching pair of grey sweats and sweater, a black mask under his chin as he looked at you with amusement at your reaction. It never failed to endear him how you were easily startled at the smallest things. 

“Did you eat yet?” He asked as he leaned over the desk, his lips puckered. Sighing a yes, you kissed him, feeling your stress reduce at the touch, relieved that he seemed to be more open to communicating now.

“What brings you here?” You asked, reclining back in your seat as Namjoon pulled up a chair next to you.

“I just got done. Thought I’d pick you up.”

“How did you even know I was still here?”

“Boyfriend senses.” He winked, his arm resting on the back of his chair. You raised an eyebrow, skeptical, and really wishing he didn’t go all the way home to come back. “Fine. Siwon texted me. You know it’s bad form to worry your assistant so much he has to call your boyfriend for back up.”

“I’m sorry he texted you.” You leaned forward in your chair with a sheepish smile. Inside however, you were glad Siwon had given Namjoon a push to talk to you. Knowing Siwon you were sure it wasn’t a random concern but probably born out of your talk with him this morning.

He made a noise stating his displeasure at your apology and shaking his head, before reaching out to hold your hand where it lay on your lap. “So when’s this due?”

“Can we talk about Saturday night?” You answered his question with your own, dreading a mood swing, but impatient to explain your side and ease his worries. You really wanted things to go back to normal. Even though it had only been one day, you missed him. He had barely cuddled you in his sleep the last two nights, and you missed the intimacy, and as needy as it sounded in your head, you just wanted him to hold you.

He sighed deeply, leaving your hand to run his hands over his face. With his elbows on his knees, he hunched down, covering his face. He really should let you explain, but he was tired from practice and he didn’t know if he had the mental capacity to deal with an argument. “It’s okay. I’ll get over it.” 

“Please. Let me explain.” You stood from your chair squatting in front of him and pulling his hands away to make him look at you. With another sigh of resignation, Namjoon nodded for you to continue.

“Hoseok doesn’t know anything. He said that as a joke randomly.” You spoke carefully, watching Namjoon’s eyes widen as he frowned. “Honestly he’s been your friend for so long I just assumed you told him that’s why he was looking at me like that. You know I didn’t agree or disagree. I just laughed because of the memory.”

Namjoon felt like an idiot. It was such a simple explanation. He was kicking himself for not thinking about this earlier, for spending a whole day avoiding you. As he looked at the earnesty in your eyes, he wanted to go back in time and smack himself on the head for making you feel guilty over this non-issue.

“I’m a fucking asshole,” he groaned, covering his face as he rolled his chair away from you in shame. You stood, walking over to him before pulling his hands away yet again, sitting in his lap sideways. His hands instinctively went around your waist, making sure you didn’t slip off. 

“No I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed,” you whispered, frowning as you put your arms around his neck, playing with the hair on his nape.

“I’m such an idiot,” he sighed, rubbing his hand on your thigh, his touch sending a comforting warmth through you. “Also, I’m sorry for earlier.”

“For what?”

“Not letting you cum.” He looked so devastated, his lips pulled down by his guilt as he stared at you, that all you could do was giggle. It was silly that he thought some of the best sex you’d had was bad just because you didn’t cum.

“It’s fine you were in your dom persona.” You smoothed his hair as you kissed his cheek, making him shyly turn away from you, before he looked at you with a determination in his eyes.

“No it’s not fine. In all the research I’ve done one thing they always warned against was domming angry or like using it to resolve issues or punish your partner in a way they didn’t know what started the punishment, and I don’t know what came over me. I was mad and it was unfair of me to use our kinks against you.” He ranted, his frown getting deeper as his grip around you got tighter. With all his goofy antics around you usually, you forgot how serious Namjoon could get, and although the two of you had promised each other to be honest, it was still jarring to hear his rant. It meant he had been thinking about his actions and it bothered you that he was feeling guilty. When he stopped to take a breath, you brought his lips to yours, kissing him with all the affection you could muster. It wasn’t hard - showing him you loved him. In fact, it was the easiest thing to do, as you let your lips assure him and ease the storm in his head.

“I’m perfectly okay Joonie. It was hot.” You chuckled as you broke away and met his gaze filled with adoration. You felt lucky to have him in your life, and although this fight didn’t seem to have lasted that long, you missed him. Kissing him at midnight in your office, you felt content, your stress from the day melting away at his touch.

“Still. I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you?” He said as he kissed you again. “Let’s go home, baby.” 

You stood and as you packed your stuff, he clung on to you, nuzzling your neck, equally missing your touch. Although you were headed home, you felt it in his arms already.

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