#and it fills him with so much warmth when he watches you both share memories of him as a kid— even though he was an ugly fucking baby

[kingkatsuki]

Mother Mitsuki, who despite Masaru’s pleas, is way too invested in Bakugou and your relationship.

#pls I LOVE HER!!! #asking if you’re engaged yet every time you both visit for dinner #sending you wedding dress designs when you’re not even engaged #sending bakugou texts telling him to wife you up before you realise your mistake in choosing him and pick Deku instead #gifting the most inappropriate presents to try and get you pregnant #becoming the real bridezilla when you’re finally engaged and she isn’t even the one getting married #he turns up at your hen do to find you and his mum drunk as FUCK together #and he can’t help but shake his head at the sight as he tries to get you both back to his car because he loves you both so much #and he’s so glad you like each other too😭 #she’s at the hospital holding you in her arms whenever Bakugou is hurt like you just share the same pain #but god if she sends bakugou one more text with your ovulation schedule he’s blocking her #(he’ll never admit that it’s because of that text that he bends you over— just in case) #and it fills him with so much warmth when he watches you both share memories of him as a kid— even though he was an ugly fucking baby #and like when you both fight Mitsuki always checks up on you too🥺because she knows her son can be brash like her #but she knows that he’s so in love with you and wouldn’t wanna lose you #she’s definitely caught you both having sex in his childhood bedroom too tho

[thedensworld]

Your Best Man | J.Ww

Pairing: Wonwoo x reader

Genre: fluff, humor, established relationship

Summary: Wonwoo has tried his best to become the best man you've ever met. At the end, he is the best man.

Author note: let's have a break from angsty suffering story and have some fluffywonu!

Wonwoo loves you. He loves you with all of his heart. Honestly, he loves you with all of his life. In conclusion he loves you very much. Wonwoo sat there, an empty soju glass in hand, his words flowing like the river of affection he held for you. Mingyu, realizing his friend had reached the brink of tipsiness, halted the soju parade, albeit reluctantly, knowing Wonwoo was just getting started.

"Mingyu, remember when I fell head over heels for her at first sight?" Wonwoo's tone was earnest, albeit slightly slurred, as he delved into his favorite topic, you.

Mingyu nodded, taking a break from his spicy budae jiggae to indulge Wonwoo's sentimental journey.

"She was stunning," Wonwoo continued, his gaze drifting upwards as if searching for you among the stars. "I mean, she's always been gorgeous, but back then? Wow. Even Cupid would've been jealous of my aim that day."

He chuckled, the warmth of nostalgia enveloping him as he recalled the moment fate intervened, intertwining your destinies.

"In hindsight, it's like the universe had a checklist and decided, 'Yep, these two are meant to be.' And who am I to argue with the universe, right?"

Wonwoo's laughter filled the air, a testament to the joy you brought him, even in the haze of alcohol and spicy food.

So there they sat, one lost in love and the other in a spicy stew, united in their admiration for the wonder that was you. And as Wonwoo raised his glass in a tipsy salute to your magnificence, Mingyu couldn't help but toast silently to the cosmic comedy that brought you all together. Cheers to love, laughter, and the occasional soju-fueled confession.

Years ago, Wonwoo became acquainted with you through a movie he watched with Vernon. You were a rising rookie actor at the time. Fate, however, had a more direct introduction in store for him. It happened one evening by the Han River, where Wonwoo sought solace in the night air and a bowl of ramyeon, alone with his thoughts.

The tranquility was shattered by the intrusive click of a camera shutter, followed by a beam of flashlight. Initially annoyed by the presence of paparazzi, Wonwoo's irritation quickly turned to anger as he contemplated the invasion of privacy suffered by countless others in the industry.

His resolve to confront the paparazzi was cut short by a sudden thud and a groan. Rushing to the source of the commotion, Wonwoo discovered the paparazzi lying on the ground while another figure stood nearby, inspecting the camera.

"I know this is your job, but this is not right," Other person admonished, voice firm with conviction. "You've invaded someone's privacy and caused them untold discomfort. Can you even sleep at night knowing what you do?"

As the other person, you, retrieved the memory card, your eyes met Wonwoo's. In that moment of shared understanding, Wonwoo offered a thumbs-up in appreciation of your intervention, sparking a conversation between the two of you.

You explained that you recognized the paparazzi, having caught them fabricating rumors within the industry. Wonwoo nodded in solidarity, acknowledging his own frustration with such unethical practices.

"I was about to take action myself," Wonwoo admitted, shaking his head. "I'm relieved to know I'm not the only one who feels this way."

And so, amidst the backdrop of the Han River, a bond formed between two strangers united by their disdain for injustice and their shared desire to protect the integrity of others. It was a chance encounter that would leave a lasting impression on both Wonwoo and you, shaping the course of their future interactions.

A conversation led to another, as late-night discussions evolved into playful banter and eventually escalated into vulnerable talks. What began as strangers connecting gradually blossomed into friendship, and then something more profound – love. Wonwoo cherished every step of the journey with you, never once regretting the decision to let you into his life. With you by his side, life seemed brighter, the shadows dissipating whenever you were together, and he couldn't shake the feeling that you were the one sent by a higher power to fill the void within him.

"Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?" Wonwoo's question hung in the air, heavy with anticipation and hope. When you said yes, he made a silent vow to himself to be the best man you'd ever known. He listened to your concerns, ensured you never felt pressured, and held you in the highest regard, becoming your staunchest supporter whenever your movies or dramas premiered.

Of course, it wasn't all smooth sailing. Like any couple, Wonwoo and you faced their fair share of ups and downs. But each challenge served as a lesson, strengthening their bond and shaping them into better individuals for each other. If Wonwoo were to recount their biggest argument, it would likely be the time he recommended you to a director he knew.

Wonwoo happened to know a veteran noir movie director, a figure you admired deeply for his work. During a discussion between Wonwoo and the director at a premiere event, your name came up, sparking a conversation that would ultimately change the course of events.

"Your girlfriend is Ji Y/n, right? Her acting was exceptional in the last movie," the director remarked, his interest piqued.

"She's a huge fan of yours," Wonwoo replied. "I know it might be unconventional, but I was hoping you could consider casting her in your next project. It would mean a lot to her."

To Wonwoo's surprise, the director revealed that he was indeed seeking an actress for his upcoming movie and would be delighted if you were interested in joining the cast.

Initially, the news seemed like a dream come true. However, Wonwoo's excitement turned to concern when he received a series of missed calls from you while he was away on a business trip. Upon calling you back, he was met with the sound of your sobbing, instantly stirring worry within him.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"I never asked for your help with my career," you replied, your tone heavy with frustration.

Wonwoo's brow furrowed as you mentioned the director's name, realizing he had unwittingly stepped into a sensitive issue.

"I never asked you to secure a role for me in his movie, so why does everyone think I got it through a connection?" you inquired him, your voice trembling with emotion.

Wonwoo sighed, acknowledging his mistake. "I was talking to him that night, and he mentioned you—"

"He talked behind my back saying you begged him to put me into the cast."

"I never asked for that!" you continued, your frustration evident.

"I know," Wonwoo conceded, regret weighing heavy on his shoulders. "He didn't say what you think he did."

Feeling hurt and misunderstood, you ended the call abruptly, leaving Wonwoo with a sinking feeling in his chest. Acting swiftly, he instructed his manager to drive him to your place, determined to resolve the misunderstanding before it escalated further.

Wonwoo entered your apartment well past midnight, his fatigue from a long day's schedule overshadowed by the weight of guilt gnawing at him. Upon seeing you seated on the couch, head bowed in distress, he felt a pang of remorse pierce through him.

"What did he say to you?" Wonwoo inquired gently, his voice laden with concern as he approached you.

"It doesn't matter what he said," you replied, your tone laced with frustration. "What matters is that you overstepped by asking him to cast me in his movie! I want to build my career on my own terms, and I want people to recognize that."

Wonwoo knelt in front of you, seeking to meet your gaze. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his remorse evident. "I just thought—since you admire his work—it would be a good opportunity. I didn't anticipate this outcome."

A heavy silence hung between you before you confessed the truth. "I walked away from the role midway through filming. I couldn't bear to work with someone who talk trash their talent like that."

Wonwoo nodded understandingly, pulling you into a comforting embrace. "I understand," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to your troubled thoughts. "You did what felt right for you."

As you feared, rumors began to circulate in the weeks following the announcement of your departure from the movie. Speculations about your connections within the industry surfaced, casting a shadow over your hard-earned reputation. Yet through it all, Wonwoo stood by your side, offering unwavering support and reassurance.

He knew the truth, and that was enough for him. Together, you weathered the storm of gossip, emerging stronger and more united than ever before. For Wonwoo, there was no greater reward than seeing you stand firm in your convictions, unyielding in the face of adversity. And as long as you had each other, no amount of speculation could tarnish the bond you shared.

Years later, you and Wonwoo went public with your marriage, and he was grateful for the overwhelmingly positive feedback you both received. The wedding was an intimate affair, attended only by close family and colleagues. For Wonwoo, it marked the culmination of his journey to become the best man you'd ever known, now leveled up to become the best husband himself.

He found joy in the simple moments of life, relishing in the comfort of sleeping and waking up beside you each day. To the surprise of his fellow members, who often referred to him as the prince by his fans, Wonwoo had embraced domesticity wholeheartedly. Learning to cook, clean, give massages, and take on any task that arose became second nature to him, especially during your pregnancy with your firstborn, Jeon Jihan.

Now, at five years old, Jihan possessed a strong will of his own, often refusing to hold hands with Wonwoo when being taken to daycare. Wonwoo couldn't help but wonder whose attitude Jihan had inherited—though deep down, he knew it was undoubtedly from you. Nevertheless, it didn't dampen Wonwoo's love for you and his son. He cherished every moment spent with his family, grateful for the love and happiness they brought into his life.

One day, while Wonwoo was away on tour and Jihan was just two years old, he heard from his fellow members that the women—referred to as "their girls"—had gathered at Seungcheol's wife's place. Concerned for your well-being, Wonwoo immediately called you to check in.

"Are you joining them?" he asked, his worry palpable over the phone line.

"Will you bring Jihan?" he added, mindful of your responsibilities as a parent.

"Of course, he can't take care of himself," came your sarcastic reply.

Wonwoo chuckled at your dry humor. "But didn't you say our car broke down yesterday?"

"I'll find a solution, don't worry about it, darling!" you reassured him.

However, after the concert, Wonwoo discovered from Seungcheol himself that you had ridden his bike to their place—with Jihan in tow. Not a word of this had come from you. Frustration and disbelief churned in Wonwoo's chest as he made a call to you.

"How could you ride a bike with our child being that young?" he demanded, his tone edged with concern.

"Jihan loves it!" you countered, sending a photo taken by another woman at a traffic light, showing Jihan smiling while securely attached to your front.

Wonwoo facepalmed with his hand, unable to believe what he was hearing. "You could have endangered both of you and Jihan. You're not allowed to ride my bike again!"

It wasn't that Wonwoo doubted your skill—you had been riding bikes for years, a shared passion that had drawn you both together. However, the idea of riding a bike with your child had never crossed his mind, nor did he ever imagine you would consider it. The incident led to his members labeling him as a "gangster husband," a nickname stemming from your unconventional lifestyle and characters in the movies.

"So what's the matter now, hyung? You said you're okay, you love her, you'll support her no matter what. Then what's with the change of heart?" Mingyu confronted drunken Wonwoo.

Wonwoo clumsily put down his glass, "You're not married, Mingyu. You won't understand my pain!" he declared, slurring his words as Mingyu rolled his eyes in amusement.

Without missing a beat, Mingyu dialed your number. "Hello, Y/n! Did you miss your husband already? He's being a pain in my ass tonight. Should I take him home?"

Wonwoo's eyes widened in panic as he realized what Mingyu was up to, but his drunken attempts to grab Mingyu's phone proved futile.

"Just the usual babbling about his undying love for you and some other nonsense. I'll be there in 20, okay? Bye!" Mingyu announced cheerfully before hanging up.

"No! I don't wanna go home! I don't wanna face her like this," Wonwoo protested dramatically, his words slurred as he tried to resist Mingyu's attempts to escort him home.

Mingyu sighed, shaking his head in exasperation. "This hyung..." he muttered, resigning himself to the task of dragging a stubborn and intoxicated Wonwoo back to the safety of your arms.

*

"Where's Jihan?" Wonwoo groaned, nursing his pounding head while seated at the dining table, his breakfast being served by you. The mere act of opening his eyes felt like a Herculean task.

You shrugged casually, "Someone woke him up last night, and he ended up staying up late. He's still asleep."

Wonwoo's brows furrowed, knowing full well that the culprit was none other than himself. Yet, he was surprised by your nonchalant reaction to Jihan's extended slumber. "He's not going to daycare today?"

You shook your head, taking a seat across from him. "I'm free today, except for my ballet class at 4. Your mom wants to see Jihan, so I'll be taking him to your parents' place before then."

The mention of your ballet class jogged Wonwoo's memory of his conversation with Mingyu the night before. "You're still taking ballet classes?"

You set down your utensils and fixed him with a steady gaze. "Yes," you confirmed firmly. "And Mingyu filled me in on your little chat last night."

Wonwoo grumbled, "I'll punch him later," before offering a weak smile in your direction.

"I've decided to take the role no matter what, darling. It'll be my first-ever romcom movie," you declared, determination shining in your eyes.

Wonwoo sighed deeply, his headache worsening at the thought. "That's the problem, babe. I'm just not ready for that!" he confessed, his tone tinged with a hint of panic.

"What are you not ready for?" you queried, raising an eyebrow as Wonwoo stretched his hands and gestured vaguely.

"All the lovey-dovey stuff you'll have to do in the movie! Kissing, hugging, and acting all smiley with other men—I'm just not prepared for that!" Wonwoo exclaimed, his expression a mix of concern and discomfort.

You scoffed, "I thought we were done talking about this. I asked for your opinion, remember? If you don't want me to take the role, I won't. But you said your opinion doesn't matter as long as I'm happy, and I'm more than happy to challenge myself with this role."

Wonwoo nodded solemnly. "I know, but that was before I found out about the intimate scenes like kissing and hugging!"

You nodded understandingly. "You're right. And besides, you're the only man who can kiss and hug me like that."

Wonwoo sighed, relenting slightly. "Just kiss me three more times every day, and I'll pretend like nothing happened," he bargained, a hint of resignation in his voice. After all, he is your best man, right?

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen angst #seventeen scenarios #densworld🌼 #seventeen series #seventeen fanfiction #seventeen imagine #seventeen drabbles #wonwoo fic #wonwoo oneshot #wonwoo scenarios #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo fluff #seventeen wonwoo #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo series #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo #wonwoo ff #wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo recs

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

14!

And here you go!! Thanks for requesting!!

Prompt requested is Eyes so e/c = eye colour

Summary: You and Astarion share a small quiet moment by the campfire

Eyes are the window to the soul.

Ruby red eyes burn with fire light as they stare past the flickering flames at your figure, watching as you laugh at something Karlach said. Your eyes crinkle when you laugh, a softness unique only to you shining in your e/c orbs and he feels his throat constrict, undead heart pounding in his chest.

You turn your gaze to him, feeling a stare coming from his direction and offer him a smile, your eyes lighting up when he rises from his spot around the campfire and makes his way over to you, grumbling all the while.

Karlach excuses herself with a knowing look, leaving you and Astarion alone by the campfire. The crackling flames cast a beautiful glow on your eyes, giving them a soft edge and filling them with a warmth that makes him feel alive again. He watches the orange flames dance in your eyes as you gently cup his cheeks, thumbs brushing over his skin and wonders if the same flames dance in his own eyes too. You lean in closer, whispering a request to kiss him on the lips and he gives you his permission, something he never thought he owned.

As you move closer, your brilliant eyes begin to close. Your lips meet his, pressing a genuine quiet kiss filled with nothing but the deep love you feel for him and he kisses back, revelling in the sensation. His ruby red eyes drink in the sight before him, watching as you pull away for air he no longer needs, a sheepish smile adorning your face as the aftereffects of the kiss linger on. Your e/c eyes shine with mirth when he leans in for another kiss and you oblige his request, pressing your lips against his once more.

“I always suspected you were a vampire, with those fangs and red eyes of yours,” you murmur, forehead pressing his. “I would never have turned you away, not while we both shared the same problem.”

Astarion closes his eyes, feeling the warmth from your body seep into his cold undead one. “I know that now, my love.”

He opens his eyes again, his beautiful red gaze searching your face and all he finds is the quiet gentle love that you give him over and over again, no matter how broken he is, no matter how far he tries to push you away, no matter how much he hates himself.

“Do you remember what colour your eyes were before you were turned?” You brush aside his white curls, fingers lingering on his face.

“I’m afraid I don’t remember much from back then, including how I looked like, darling.” The sadness in his voice isn’t lost on you. He takes one of your hands in his and intertwines your fingers together, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “Not being able to see my reflection in a very long while has erased quite a bit of my memories regarding my appearance.”

“Do you miss it, your previous appearance?”

“I…I don’t know. Maybe I do, maybe I don’t, not remembering how I looked like before doesn’t help either.” His lips curl into a fake smile, “but that doesn’t matter now does it? Not when you’ve fallen for these looks.”

“Don’t you want to know how you looked like before?”

“Do you want to know?” He asks back.

“I wouldn’t mind, but more importantly, do you want to know? If it’s not something you want then I respect it and won’t push any further.” You shake your head before looking into his eyes. “To me, you’re already perfect the way you are right now.”

His mouth falls slightly ajar, his mind struggling to find the right words to say as tears prick the corners of his eyes.

Perfect. You had called him — a broken disguting wretch of a vampire spawn, a slave to sanguine hunger, a creature of the dark and nightmares — perfect. Most of all, you had meant it.

The tears that spring forth don’t escape your notice and you quickly reach over to wipe them away, concern in your eyes.

“Was it something I said? Did I hurt you? Please, tell me, I promise I won’t do it again.” Concern turns to panic when tears start to slide down his cheeks uncontrollably.

“It’s nothing.” He wipes the salty liquid away, ignoring the way his chest tightens whenever you worry over him and look at him with such concern in your eyes, but the way his gaze flicks over everywhere but you gives everything away.

“Star…” You murmur, “I know it’s not nothing, but I won’t know how not to repeat it unless you tell me.”

“You didn’t hurt me,” he chokes out. “Quite the opposite, actually.”

You raise an eyebrow, doubting his words until he lifts your chin for the perfect angle, slotting his lips against yours once more. His gaze remains fixed on you, watching for your reaction until you close your eyes in bliss, your lips curving into a genuine smile and only then does he lower his guard, knowing you’re still with him.

When you open your eyes again, the love that fills them washes over him, bathing him in its warm soothing embrace and he can’t help but return the favour, hoping his own eyes convey the same feelings back to you. You’re his everything, the only one who happily called yourself his, the only one whose eyes he could get lost in each and every time. He couldn’t fathom a life without you, and ironically it wasn’t long ago when he couldn’t have cared less about you, but each time you looked at him with those e/c orbs of yours, his undead heart would skip a beat and his feet would carry him over to you.

A small smile flits across your face when you realise Astarion is staring at you and you boop his nose, snapping him out of his thoughts. His ruby red gaze flickers around before landing on you, realising that you’re the source of the disturbance and mock annoyance fills the red orbs. Still, he smirks and boops you back before you can react before pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose.

His gaze softens at your pout and he leans in to kiss the pout away, happiness sparkling in his eyes when you smile once more at him, telling him he’s forgiven for booping you. It’s a childish game really, the one the two of you are playing, but it always brings a smile on his face and you love the way his eyes light up when he’s truly smiling.

“You really are perfect just that way you are.”

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion bg3 #astarion x durge #astarion x reader #baldurs gate astarion #astarion romance #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion ancunin #tavstarion #durgestarion #astarion

[r0ttenhearts]

Say Something

scaramouche x roommate!reader

angst, no comfort, situationship

you sighed, hearing the muffled shouts of scaramouche in the other room. he was in a call with his friends, you presumed, playing another one of their games they were heavily into.

you couldn’t help but feel lonely at the sound of it.

you brought your knees up to your chest as you sat at your desk, burying your face into your knees as you sighed to yourself. just a week ago, you two were as close as could be. sharing meals together, hanging out on the couch together watching whatever mundane thing was airing on the tv, stargazing together.

it was a simple, yet close life with him. and now that it was gone you yearned for it more than ever.

your heart clenched at the memory of why this even happened. you two had gotten into an argument, again, screaming at each other to the point of your tears.

“you think i’m so bad, don’t you (y/n)? if i was so terrible, your friends would pull you away from me but they haven’t. no one gives a fuck about you, i promise you. id be the last person on earth to EVER help you if you came to me crying.”

in a way, he was right. your friends had slowly backed away the closer you had gotten to him. was it a result of scaramouche scaring them away, or of them no longer wanting to associate with you? you figured it was both so you tried not to mind it as much as the isolation bothered you, remembering his remark of “if they cared for you they’d still be here, i care for you, i’m still here.” it seemed like a bitter lie now.

though you two fought, he had stopped you from packing your things, mumbling words of remorse as he held you from behind. “forever friends.” was all he said once you stopped your hasty movements of shoving your clothes into a backpack.

that seemed like forever ago as he turned cold in a matter of days. his one word replies when you’d ask him something, or the way he’d ignore your knocks at his door for dinner.

it was as if he wasn’t there at all.

your heart felt numb as you let your legs rest under your desk, mindlessly clicking on your monitor screen as you attempted to find something to fill your time with. your breath caught in your throat as you glanced at scaramouches status in the corner of your friends list on discord.

in party

5/5

your eyes narrowed at the numbers as you shut your computer off, not wanting to see what you already knew. you picked your phone up, a sinking feeling in your heart as you saw no notifications. you didn’t know why you were so bothered by it, knowing you talked to no one besides scaramouche, outside of his friends occasionally texting you to ask him to get on if he was busy.

your feet slowly trudged to your bed as you let yourself fall onto your bed as silent tears slipped down your face.

“i miss you.” you whispered to yourself, not bothering to pick up your phone as you heard it clatter to the floor.

you curled up into a ball, hugging yourself as you sobbed, no longer caring if scaramouche could hear.

not like he’d care, anyway.

you remembered his warmth as he held you the way you were currently hugging yourself, his warm lips pressing soft kisses to your bare shoulder after another night of tangled limbs and pressing highs.

you sobbed harder, wishing he was next to you, wishing it could go back to how it used to be.

“please.. just say something to me.”

#genshin angst #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche angst #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x reader angst #scaramouche x you #wanderer #wanderer angst #wanderer x reader #wanderer x you

[moremaybank]

-͟͟͞☆ jj wakes up to you and your daughter playing makeup together…

warnings pure adorable and domestic fluff, dad!jj, mom!reader

author's note just something soft because i love dad!jj

jj masterlist

The soft morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a warm and inviting glow into your bedroom. Your daughter is perched happily on your lap, watching curiously as you apply your makeup. Giggles fill the air as you both partake in a game of pretend, each makeup step you perform on yourself is then mimicked on your daughter's face with a clean brush.

"Okay, Mommy," her sweet voice chimes in with wide eyes of excitement. "I want the pink blush!"

You grin at her enthusiasm, and pick up one of your unused brushes to sweep some imaginary pink blush onto her little pinch-able cheeks. She lets out a squeal, followed by a string of little laughs when you pretend to apply the powder.

"That tickles, Mommy!"

When you're finished, you cradle her small head and press two pecks onto either of her cheeks. "You're too cute, my lovely."

JJ, who's still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, shuffles out of bed and walks over to the two of you with a fond smile as he watches this adorable scene unfold. His heart swells with pure adoration, taking in the sight of his love and his cute-as-a-button daughter sharing a special moment together. He burns the memory into his brain, hoping to capture it forever.

"Look at my two beautiful girls," he chimes in. His voice catches your attention, and you turn to him with a loving smile. He crouches down, wanting to be closer to your face.

"Morning, sleepyhead," you greet, shuffling over on the bench-like seat and patting it. "Care to join in on the fun?"

JJ grins and obliges, settling down beside you and in front of your daughter. He wraps his strong arms around you both, and his gaze flickers between the two most important girls in his life.

"What are we doin' here?" JJ asks, curiosity dancing in his eyes.

You hand him an empty brush. "Playing makeup. Every time I finish a step on myself, I pretend to do the same on her."

He hums in acknowledgement as he eagerly joins in on the fun. Your daughter squirms with giggles of delight, her laughter a playful melody that fills the room.

As the routine continues, you feel the warmth of your husband's happiness enveloping you. His true enthusiasm and the way he interacts with your little angel speaks volumes about the kind of father he is, and how much love he has for the family he's always dreamed of having.

After a few more rounds of pretend, your daughter turns her sparkling eyes to JJ. "Daddy, it's your turn now!"

"I don't know, princess. You really think I need makeup?"

Your daughter's face scrunches up in deep thought, her tiny finger prodding against her cheek. "Hmm...maybe just a little bit of blush so you can match with me and Mommy."

JJ pretends to think on it, before nodding along with mock seriousness. "Then, definitely. Can't miss out on an opportunity to be as beautiful as my girls, can I?"

Your daughter beams so widely that you're sure her cheeks are now sore. She picks up one of the brushes you used on her and taps it gently on JJ's face when he leans in. She pulls back and hums in approval. "So pretty, Daddy!"

You look at your husband and daughter as love and laughter warms the room. If your everyday of your future together was like this, getting to watch your husband and daughter share pure moments like these, you'd never want for more.

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[joon4eva]

5+1 — kim namjoon.

OR, five times you wanted to tell Namjoon you loved him + the one time you finally did.

genre. established relationship ✰ fluff, smut (18+), slight angst

word count. ~3214 words

tags. oc pretty much takes forever to tell namjoon that she loves him back; oral sex (m. receiving); unprotected sex; cowgirl position; namjoon is whipped but so is oc; oc quit being so damn dramatic

it's been exactly forty-six days since namjoon told you he loved you. you can feel your chest tightening at the memory.

the first time he had said it, his eyes shimmered with emotion as he gazed at you confidently. he didn't pressure you into saying it back, but that didn't make the decision any easier for you. he assured you multiple times that he wasn't expecting you to reciprocate instantly; he merely wanted you to know how he felt. in the past, you had been hurt by people you'd trusted, and the thought of baring your soul again was terrifying. namjoon was well aware of this.

love had always been a double-edged sword for you. it was a word that carried immense weight, tangled with past hurts and disappointments. the memory of how he looked when he had first told you always replays in your mind. so sure, so genuine. his eyes spoke worlds of sincerity, and you wished you could find that same strength. because it was true; you did care about him —no— you loved him. but opening yourself up to love again meant exposing your vulnerability, risking the possibility of being hurt once more. the challenge now was finding the right moment – and the strength – to tell him. it has become obsessively frustrating.

in the quiet corners of your heart, there were five distinct moments when you desperately wanted to tell him you loved him:

the first time came just a week after he told you he loved you. it was pouring with rain– cold droplets slamming against your skin – and namjoon went out of his way to walk you home under the shelter of his umbrella despite living in the complete opposite direction. despite this and despite your protests, he insisted. with his umbrella firmly held above both your heads, his gentle smile warmed your heart as water dripped down onto his jacket's collar, soaking him through while trying to protect you from getting wet.

namjoon grinned through raindrops clinging to his face, casting a sidelong glance at you before reassuring you, "it's a great excuse to spend more time together." heavens knew how easily that brief twinkle of adoration in his eyes could have coaxed the confession from you then and there.

the second time was an early morning when namjoon knew he would not see or talk to you throughout the day since his busy work schedule kept him occupied. as you groggily rubbed sleep from your eyes and checked your phone, there was a message from him:

joon ♡ : don't forget breakfast! it's cold outside so enjoy something warm :) i'll be thinking of you. love, joon.

attached was a cute selfie of him pouting while holding up a piece of toast as if to say, "see? i'm eating. you should too." the text glowed on your phone screen in the early light of dawn, filling you with warmth as if it could chase away any lingering remnants of sleep.

one morning while preparing for work, you find namjoon sitting in your shared living room, quietly reading a book as sunlight filtered through the curtains. as you slipped on your coat, tugging uncomfortably at the unfamiliar fabric under his watchful gaze, his attention shifted subtly from the novel's pages to rest upon you. a small yet meaningful smile graced his face while he studied you intently.

feeling both shy and slightly self-conscious with the weight of his eyes on you, you glanced at him and then away. "i'll be back later in the evening," you announced, the words spilling out in a rush. "and i'll bring dinner." his response was simple: "okay. love you." and then that familiar dimpled grin of his emerged as he returned to his book and the chapter awaiting him - almost like it was just another routine sentence to say every day.

you're left rooted in place, a momentary shock at hearing those words pass again so casually between his lips dulling your movements. panic quickly set in as the need to get to work on time surged through you; without another word exchanged between the two of you—no acknowledging glance or reassuring smile—you hurried out flustered. the tears welled up in your eyes while frustration overtook you.

on the third instance, it was his birthday, and you had prepared a surprise for him.

you had spent hours planning the perfect day filled with small surprises and thoughtful gestures tailored just for him. from his favorite breakfast waiting for him in bed when he woke up to the neatly wrapped presents and handwritten notes hidden around his apartment—every detail had been meticulously planned.

with each note he read aloud and every sparkling tear that touched his cheek, your heart threatened to burst from your chest. but as he pressed his lips to yours and pulled you close for a tender embrace, fear tightened its grip on your voice. the vulnerability that love demanded felt overwhelming, and you hesitated, grappling with the desire to pour your heart out and the fear of baring your soul. so, instead of speaking the words that danced upon your tongue, you tightened your embrace, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

the fourth time came after a dinner party with some of your closest friends. namjoon had looked incredibly charming and every bit like the perfect boyfriend. he was dressed in a crisp white button-down shirt, paired with dark trousers that hugged his toned legs perfectly.

he was the epitome of a gentleman throughout the evening, consistently attentive to your needs. he held doors open for you, maintained eye contact when you both conversed, and even shared bites of dessert with you using the same spoon. as mundane as this would sound to other people, this was all just new to you. namjoon also took several opportunities to compliment you in front of your friends and found subtle ways to touch you affectionately while he talked to your friends – holding your hand or ever-so-gently running his hand along your thigh beneath the table, his caressing fingers gradually moving upward before retracing their path all the way down. his presence made your heart race all night long, but it was his occasional teasing touch inching dangerously up and down your leg that drove you to the edge.

as soon as both of you got to his apartment, namjoon had barely begun speaking when you pushed him back against the wall and pressed your lips onto his. the raw need in your eyes said more than any words could.

"can't… can't take it anymore," you stammered between kisses.

he was caught off guard and managed to stutter out, "w-what has gotten into you?" as you peppered a trail of wet kisses all over the column of his neck. his eyes were wide and dazed, a swirling combination of disbelief and lust.

"there's something i need," you murmured against his lips as your hands fumbled with his belt buckle.

with namjoon's pants bunched around his ankles and his back pressed against the door, you eagerly dropped to your knees while looking up at him – locking eyes and taking him into your mouth as he gasped softly in response. his appreciative moans served as music to your ears as you bobbed up and down; they grew louder once he tangled his fingers into your hair.

"don't stop," he breathed out shakily, reaching climax and releasing every ounce of his cum into your mouth, which you entirely swallowed.

breathlessly, namjoon allowed himself to be practically dragged by you towards his bed where he laid back against the headboard. his clothes now discarded on the bedroom floor along with yours; only illuminated by dim moonlight filtering through the curtains, you straddled his hips and sunk down on his cock, moaning his name loudly as you felt every ridge and every inch of him deliciously stretch you open. your hips bounced diligently and relentlessly, and you willed yourself to push past the fiery sensation building in your thighs.

the dazed look in namjoon's eyes as he watched you was a sight forever burned into your memory — his hands moving to guide your hips in a steady rhythm as he kept his back pressed against the headboard for support, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead as they trailed down his face and neck. his moans filled the room – sometimes soft and breathy, at other times deep and guttural – intermingled with throaty curses.

afterward, exhausted and sated, you collapsed onto namjoon's chest, feeling the warmth and strength in his embrace as he gently stroked your hair.

the silence was broken by namjoon's breathy exhale as he uttered a quiet, "wow," coaxing giggles out of both of you. you raised your head to look up at him, pressing a tender kiss onto the corner of his lips, following it with a deeper one right on his mouth.

his hands continued their soothing journey along your back, fingers caressing the delicate skin while gazing at you with a hazy post-orgasmic expression. "everything okay? we barely made it through the door after dinner before you dragged me into the bedroom," he asked gently, drawing laughter from you.

as you traced circles along his cheek with a delicate finger, all you could muster in reply was, "nothing, i just… appreciate you. a lot." flashing him a coy smile, you added, "and also…you just looked really hot at dinner."

with a chuckle, namjoon squeezed your side and pulled you closer to wrap his arms around you tightly, as if to make sure you wouldn't slip away from him for even a moment. his hand slipped from your back, traveling up to cup the side of your face.

"for what it's worth," he murmured sincerely, "i appreciate you just as much – if not more."

as both of your breathing slowed and synchronized with each other's heartbeat, it was then that the words almost tumbled from your lips – just how much you truly loved him too. and though you didn't say it out loud, somehow, in that moment, namjoon seemed to understand.

the fifth moment unfolded late one night when out of nowhere, namjoon showed up at your door at 2 a.m., pleading for you to go eat together. he insisted his sudden burger craving could not wait until morning. with an irresistible grin on his face, he managed to convince a grumbling, half-asleep you to join him to satisfy his hunger pangs.

so there you were, parked in an empty lot eating burgers together. you could never say no to namjoon.

as you both sat in your car, the atmosphere was light and easy. the image of him eating so nonchalantly in his adorable cartoon pajamas still brings a smile to your face – his large frame somehow looking small and innocent inside your car. you bickered playfully about the merits of dipping fries in ketchup versus mayonnaise.

"oh come on! ketchup is way better with fries!" namjoon exclaimed between bites.

he flashed a cheeky grin at you as he continued eating. then, as if to prove a point, he dipped an already ketchup-soaked fry into even more ketchup - only to miss his mouth entirely. the bright red condiment smeared on the corner of his lip. the look of determination on his face quickly dissolved into confusion.

biting back a grin, you reached across the console to wipe off the ketchup with your finger. "can't take you anywhere," you murmured, before popping your finger into your mouth, savoring the tangy taste as you raised one eyebrow. his eyes widened in surprise, his mouth full of burger, and then, in one spontaneous movement, he leaned across the center console to plant a greasy kiss on your cheek.

"namjoon!" you squealed, feigning annoyance as laughter bubbled up in your chest. "now i have burger grease on my face!"

it was in that moment – as namjoon flashed one of those smiles that could have outshone the moon itself – when you felt the words right there on the tip of your tongue until a familiar anxiety held them back.

—

it was a chilly evening when work schedules had kept you apart for over a week. after much tip-toeing, you decided this was the night you were going to tell him. you picked up your phone and dialed namjoon's number, hoping to hear his voice and perhaps even see him that night. to your dismay, he failed to answer both your calls and texts. worried that something was wrong and missing him dearly, you slipped into your shoes and donned a warm jacket before making your way to the front of the building where he worked.

standing outside his building, waiting impatiently while shivering in the freezing air, your anticipation grew as time turned sluggish. and when he finally appeared, your heart skipped a beat, only to plummet moments later.

when he finally emerged from behind those doors, it felt like everything was happening in slow motion – your eyes locked on him as he exited, but much to your surprise, he was not alone. walking beside him was another woman. their camaraderie appeared innocent enough – perhaps she was just a coworker – but then she lightly touches his arm and laughs at something he said. namjoon's hands are both shoved into his pockets as they pause near entrance to continue their conversation. your heart sank as the woman pulled out her phone, leaning in to eagerly show something to namjoon, who couldn't help but coo at whatever it was. you stand there rooted in place as jealousy, like a ferocious wildfire, seared through your veins, igniting an inexplicable rage.

eventually the conversation ends and they part ways. namjoon's gaze shifts, eyes landing on you as he spots you standing there stiffly. oblivious to your internal conflict, his face lights up with a surprised grin as he strides towards you, visibly puzzled to find you there yet eager to close the gap between you. with tears threatening to spill from your eyes, you abruptly turn away and begin to walk home, attempting to shield your burgeoning feelings.

it was all irrational, really. namjoon never gave you a reason to not trust him. but you suddenly felt like you were somehow destined to re-live the same thing over again; the distance, the secrecy, the lying–even though namjoon himself has never done anything like this during your entire relationship. would this mark the beginning? it scared the shit out of you.

you could hear him call your name, confusion lacing his voice. with no sign of stopping and keeping your distance, namjoon went from a stroll to a sprint, frantically trying to reach you.

his calls grew louder and more frantic, and the sound of his footsteps closing the distance sent your heart racing further. he finally caught up and gently wrapped his arms around your trembling frame along with yours around his waist.

"what's wrong?" he panted breathlessly. "why are you out here in the cold? why are you crying?"

gasping for air and choking on tears that now freely flowed down your cheeks, you managed to stammer out: "i… i called you, and you didn't answer… i missed you, and i came to see you, but then i saw you with–" the words spilled out between gasps for air, your voice quivering.

namjoon's eyes widened with disbelief and understanding, as he realized the true cause of your distress. his reaction was one of tender empathy; immediately drawing you into a tight and warm hug.

his touch felt both comforting and reassuring as his hand cradled the back of your head, his voice filled with tenderness. "oh, my love, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to worry you." you clung to him fiercely, as if he'd vanish if you let go; your every tear searing his shoulder like acid.

"don't worry," namjoon reassured gently while still holding you in his arms. "she's my colleague... and she’s actually gay. she just wanted to show me pictures of her baby who was born recently. it was nothing more than that."

you softly gasped, feeling foolish for jumping to conclusions. you blubbered out an apology, retreating back into his chest as a fresh wave of sobs broke through. "i…i'm so sorry… i shouldn't have thought like that…"

namjoon rocked you both soothingly in his arms. "it's okay," he reassured, rubbing his large hand up and down your back soothingly. "we all make mistakes; it's all okay."

slowly pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, namjoon cradles your face in his hands – his touch warm and gentle. with care, he wipes away the remnants of your tears with his thumbs. as your sobs subside and are replaced by soft hiccups, namjoon's warm breath brushes against your forehead before he presses a tender kiss onto it. "today was really hectic at work," he admits with a shaky sigh, "i should have called to keep you in the loop. i'm sorry for making you worry like that, baby."

but instead of answering him, your inner turmoil ceased as you looked into his deeply concerned eyes; realizing that this overwhelming emotion inside wasn't just jealousy. it was love — desperate, all-consuming love that begged to be acknowledged and reciprocated.

through teary eyes, you look up at him in disbelief because he just seemed almost too good to be true. the words slip from your lips before you could stop them.

"i love you."

for a moment, namjoon freezes and blinks at you, his eyes searching yours intently, looking for any trace of uncertainty. it felt like an eternity before he reacted, and during that brief pause, the anticipation made your heart pound wildly in your ears.

finally, namjoon breaks into the most adorable smile you'd ever seen, barely managing to suppress a giggle by biting his lip. gently rubbing your arms to calm you further, he responds: "i know."

"namjoon!" you tearily half-scold, half-laugh in disbelief, playfully hitting his arm. he bursts out laughing at your reaction, intertwining his fingers with yours affectionately.

"it must have been difficult for you to say that."

through the remnants of tears, you admit: "i've tried to tell you so many times… but every time i wanted to say it… i just-"

namjoon doesn't let you finish your sentence. he watches you closely for a moment before leaving your hands to cup your cheeks delicately in his palms. as he pulls you closer to him, he leans in and presses his lips against yours in a slow and mindful kiss.

his tongue tentatively grazes the seam of your lips, seeking entrance, and you part them slightly. his teeth lightly graze your bottom lip, coaxing a quiet sigh from within you. a soft moan escapes before you're able to stifle it, and only then do you recall that the two of you are still standing out in public. the taste of him lingers on your tongue as he pulls away, and a soft whine escapes your lips at the loss of contact.

"i told you i wasn't expecting you to say it back," he murmurs, "the way you show me your love every day is enough. you, just as you are, are enough for me."

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[say-al0e]

Second Chance

Rating: PG

Summary: Bradley was always the one who got away. Things hadn't worked years ago but sometimes in life, you're lucky enough to get a second chance. Warnings: None, just some fluff Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!Reader Word Count: 2k  Top Gun Taglist | Top Gun Masterlist

Though nearly six years had passed since your last first date with Bradley, it felt as if no time at all had elapsed as you sat across from him. Memories of what had been filled your chest with a simmering warmth as you watched him animatedly recount yet another tale from his time at Top Gun.

That last first date, one that also spanned the course of an entire evening, launched a two-year relationship that made itself permanently at home in your heart. It found your first love, the first true romance you’d had the fortune of experiencing, and you felt a sort of deja vu as he easily rolled his eyes at another of Hangman’s antics.

This Bradley - years older, years wiser - was simultaneously comfortably familiar and so incredibly different. He still carried himself with an ease you found reassuring, armed with a mischievous smile and infectious laughter, but there were more layers now. Behind those warm brown eyes lingered a deeper understanding of the world, an understanding of life that hadn’t been present in your twenties, and you did nothing to hide the soft smile that lifted the corners of your mouth as he leaned back in his chair and shook his head.

“So, did Phoenix ever realize it was actually Bob hiding her shoes or does she still think it was Hangman?”

Empty coffee cups lingered on the table, long since cleared of your dinner plates, as the restaurant slowly closed around you. Hours had passed, spent lost in conversation - catching up on missed time, listening to the low rumble of his voice as he shared adventures - and you knew that you’d have to leave soon.

The bubble would burst eventually, pulling you both back to reality where you would have to decide whether to continue chasing the past. Still, rather than relaying that thought to Bradley, you leaned forward with a grin as you waited for his answer.

“I think she realized a few weeks ago,” he admitted, laughing as he idly wrapped a hand around an empty cup. “Wouldn’t surprise me if she’s waiting to get him back, though. Phoenix doesn’t get involved in the pranks very often but when she does, they’re brutal.”

Bradley spoke fondly of his new squadron, thrilled for the camaraderie despite his earlier struggles, and even recounted tales of having rekindled a relationship with Maverick. He looked at ease, far happier with his place in life than he had been years prior, and you were glad to see the contentment as you shook your head.

“You know,” you began, grinning as you thought about the last set of Top Gun pranks he’d been involved in, “it’s kind of comforting to know that no matter how much things change, some things stay the same.”

Both of you had grown since you last saw one another. Gone were your twenties, replaced by true adulthood - settled careers, lifelong relationships, responsibilities that sometimes seemed overwhelming - and it was evident in the conversation you’d had.

There was no longer talk of parties and bars, instead you’d spoken about family - his godfather, his squad, your parents - and friends that had long since gotten married and started families of their own. There was talk of work, of the inability to recover the way you used to and make time for things like a few drinks on a weeknight. There’d been a whole tangent about diets and playful complaints about the fact that spicy food tasted better than ever but grew harder to stomach the older you got.

But knowing that there were still those moments of levity, that the Bradley you’d met at the Hard Deck and fell in love with over too many drinks still existed, calmed any remaining nerves lingering in the pit of your stomach. It seemed that as different as things were, there was still a glimpse of the Bradley you fell in love with all those years ago and it made you hopeful that things might be different this time.

Bradley opened his mouth to respond, witty retort on the tip of his tongue, but before he could speak, a soft voice popped the bubble you’d spent most of the night in.

“Sorry,” she began, politely apologetic. “Just wanted to check in. We’re closing the kitchen, so, if there’s anything else you’d like, now is the time. And, if not, I’ve got the check.”

A quick glance at your phone had the pair of you blinking, both surprised at the time. When you spared a glance around the now empty restaurant, you grimaced apologetically. “Sorry,” Bradley laughed, “didn’t realize how late it was. We’re good.”

“Yeah, we’ll get out of here so you guys can close. Sorry,” you repeated, following suit as Bradley stood from his seat and took the bill.

In a matter of moments, you were standing outside the restaurant, glancing back as the staff turned the sign and began closing up.

It was the briefest of gestures, a flash of movement, but it reminded you so distinctly of the past. There were nights where you’d close down restaurants, sit on barstools until well beyond last call, just to spend a few extra hours together before Bradley had to leave. You saw a flash of yourself, a bit younger and so wholly in love, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you began wandering down the sidewalk.

“I guess some things don’t change.” Bradley grinned, eyes bright and glittering in the city lights as he drifted closer to you. His hand bumped yours, body bleeding warmth as he tipped his head to glance at you.

“Can’t believe we spent all night sitting there. Felt like no time at all.” The observation was quiet, whispered into the wind as you wandered slowly down the sidewalk, and Bradley hummed in agreement.

“It was always like that with us,” he reminded you - as if you’d somehow forgotten just how easy things were for most of your relationship. “Even at the end, we could talk forever and not get tired of one another.”

Bradley was right. Though your relationship ended, it wasn’t because of incompatibility or a lack of love. The pair of you had always gotten along well, easy and light even toward the end, and you were reminded of just how well you and Bradley worked at every turn.

“I think the lack of a mustache helped back then.” Bradley rolled his eyes fondly, laughing as his hand brushed yours once more, while you ducked your head. “You’ve always been easy to talk to. You’re kinda captivating, Roo.”

It was easy to remember just how quickly Bradley had captured your attention and just how wholly he’d managed to do so. His voice, warm and honeyed; his way with words, always so thoughtful and intriguing; his general demeanor, easy and steadfast - everything about him made you want to lose yourself in him and you continued to be reminded of why you’d loved him so fiercely for so long.

“You’re one to talk, honey.”

There was little you could say in response, little your brain seemed to process beyond the question of why you’d allowed yourself to separate from Bradley for so long, so you opted for the next best thing. After a moment’s hesitation, you turned your hand and took his in your own, lacing your fingers together in a way that seemed achingly familiar.

From the corner of your eye, you saw his smile grow wider - bright, happy, even in the dim glow of streetlights - and smiled as you drew closer to the Bronco. The night was coming to an end, but as sad as that made you, you could see more nights like it in your future as you witnessed the brilliance of that smile.

Conversation tapered off into a comfortable silence, then. It was as it had always been, neither of you compelled to speak just for the sake of conversation, and it was yet another reminder of what you’d missed. With Bradley, there was always a level of ease no one else had ever been able to achieve and it was comforting to revel in the quiet, even as you climbed into the car and an old rock song began to play.

As Bradley tapped his fingers along to the song on the radio, you took the opportunity to study him. He sat, bathed in the warm glow of streetlights, side profile exactly as you remembered. There were a few minute changes - the mustache, most notably; he’d learned to style his hair, and he’d lost some of the chub of his cheeks - but you were reminded of why you’d always fawned over him.

There was something magnetic about him, something bright and beautiful that drew you in and kept you tethered in his orbit. He’d always been beautiful, both physically and mentally, and you were grateful for the chance to reconnect. It’d been too long, too many years apart, and there was little explanation other than fate for your reconciliation.

However, all too soon, you found yourselves parked in the lot of your building and heading up the sidewalk to your door.

“This was nice,” you conceded, breaking the silence that had lingered on as you stopped at the top of the steps. “I missed this.” With only a split second of consideration, brain working on overdrive to rid itself of any doubt, you admitted, “I missed you.”

Bradley, whose smile was as soft as you remembered and whose gentle gaze made your chest ache pleasantly, nodded. “I missed you, too.” The agreement was easy, ready, as he took a tentative step closer. “I’m glad you said yes to tonight. I was kind of afraid you wouldn’t.”

“I never considered saying anything other than yes.” There’d been no real thought, no other answer you could’ve given him. Though your relationship ended way back when, it was of no fault of his. The pair of you were simply in different places in life, both wanting something you couldn’t give at the time, and he’d always been the one that got away. Getting a second chance was more than you could’ve asked for. “I’m really glad we bumped into each other.”

It was a moment of serendipity, a coincidence you hadn’t imagined would happen, and you knew Bradley was just as happy for the chance as he nodded his agreement.

Another step closer, another soft smile, as Bradley seemed to weigh his words. “I didn’t know if we’d see each other again,” he admitted, voice quiet as he closed the distance between you. “I always wanted to, always thought about reaching out, but I… I’m just glad the decision was made for us.”

That fear you both shared - the fear that there would never be a right time, that a reconciliation would only end in heartache - went unspoken but you knew it was shared. And as Bradley lifted his hand, soft and warm as it pressed to your cheek, you melted into his touch.

“I want to do this right this time,” he declared, voice soft and washing over you as your eyes fluttered. “I don’t want to rush and fuck it all up again.”

“No one fucked it up last time,” you reminded him, tone matching his as you gripped his bicep softly. “It was just the wrong time. Things are different now, though.”

“Second time’s the charm.” His easy agreement was all you needed to close the small space between you once more, returning your lips to his in another soft kiss.

The second chance was what you both needed, another shot at a love you’d missed so dearly, and you were glad to have gotten it. No matter what happened, you were hopeful that this time, the second time would be the charm.

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Author's Note: Dunno, man. Just feeling soft. Working on some Hangman smut now, though, cause that damn photoshoot.

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Among the Red Lights

Zoro x FemReader

SADDNESS + ANGST

⚠️ Warnings: ⚠️ Angst, Sex Workers

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Amidst the vibrant chaos of the red light district, Zoro's sharp eyes scanned around for a bar not wanting to stray far from the group either- especially with Usopp so close to watch him.

The swordsman who wasn't amused at him and the crew needing to travel through the district of this particular village, however he didn't complain nor judge. Simply annoyed at it all- Mainly Sanji damn near drooling the whole time.

Glancing around, seeing if anything caught his eye he stopped mid step..

There sitting on the balcony of a Oiran was a women, he could see the red of the lanters bathing her form and how the moon haloed around her delicately painted face, he couldn't help but stare in awe. While a time in this district wasn't what he wanted, he could appreciate her. That was till more light hit her face and details began to be shown- his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer to the building.

Discerned the figure that stirred both recognition and warmth in his chest. There, dressed in the exquisite garments of a Oiran, was (Y/N) – an old acquaintance from a time when dreams were still untainted by the harsh realities of life. Remembering training with her in his youth and finding her skills as elegant and graceful as a dance.

As he approached, memories of shared laughter and innocence flooded Zoro's mind, contrasting sharply with the sight before him. Usopp went to stop him, till he saw his gaze up at the women on the brothel balcony.

"(Y/N)," he called out, his voice cutting through the lively ambiance, as if a spell was being broken at his words.

Her eyes painted in kohl and red met his, revealing a mix of surprise and a tirdness that hadn't been there before, having not heard her own true name in many years.

"Roronoa-san," (Y/N) acknowledged eyes widening at him being there, her voice carrying the weight of unspoken stories. The elegant attire adorned her, yet failed to conceal her form underneath with some Beri they were ment to be easy to peel off like paper- something that made Zoro's heart feel heavy and uneasy.

A heavy silence hung between them before Zoro mustered the courage to speak, his concern evident. "Is that really you? What happened to you?"

She sighed, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips. "Yes, it's me. Life took unexpected turns, and this is where I've ended up. It's not what I envisioned either." She admitted, looking down at herself from her seat on the balcony.

Zoro's gaze remained intense as his mind raced, "You don't have to live like this. Come down, we can find a different path – a better one."

(Y/N)'s eyes, a mix of gratitude and kindness, met his. "My choices led me here, Zoro. I appreciate your care, but.. it is far too late for me, my path I walk on my own even if it's different from what we once dreamed."

"Then we can buy your freedom" He argued, anger starting to build in his chest.

"My price is too much for any one man to Buy-" She continued but Zoro glared up at her, an anger he thought he had once grown out of coming out of him.

"What can they possibly have that makes you sell yourself!- staying in this hell hole and letting all those use you! You were a great swordswoman! Not some some-!" He yelled up at her, Waving around at the brothels that surrounded him.

"Prostitute?" She finished, watching the way he winced at her words.

(Y/N) smiling down at her robes sadly, messing with the fabric of her dress for a moment. "My child Zoro.. They have my child"

Silence filled the air after that, Zoro looking to the side as the weight of her words settled on his frame.

"Your?-.. Child?"

She nodded softly at his confirming words, taking a heavy breath.

"He was sick... Sick with a illness no one could afford.. So I did everything I could to afford it. So now, this is now I pay my debt. This is but a small price, for his life"

Zoro stared at the ground he stood on. His head bowed in shame at his anger towards her-

"I understand..." Zoro said softly, looking away from her in saddness. (Y/N) giving a sad smile, before reaching around her neck to pull something from her necklace.

"Here-"

Plucking one of the last remaining fragments from a life she once desired. She tossed it down to him, his hands quick to catch it- Staring down at the small gold pendant, he recognized it well. It was the symbol of the Dojo they had grown up in, it was gifted to each of them on their 12th birthdays.

"Bring it with you Zoro... So a small peice of me may explore and experience the adventures I dreamed of with you"

The swordman nodded at her, clutching the pendant close to his chest as he stared up at her form basking in the moonlight.

"I refuse to forget you.. I'll come back one day to rescue. So we can explore this world together"

Zoro declaired as he backed away, Usopp who had witnessed it all leading the swordsman away from (Y/N) who looked up to the moon the last bit of freedom in her life as tears rolled down her painted cheeks.

"Mourn me instead.. For I truly died long ago and there is nothing left to rescue except my legacy"

#x reader #one piece #one peice x reader #one peice live action #ronoroa zoro #zoro x reader #one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro #one piece angst #zoro angst #depressing shit #zoro roronoa x reader

[jrvanfleet]

Can’t Shut Me Off

NSFW 18+ MINORS, DNI

pairing: danny x f. reader

content warning: language, unprotected sex (wrap yo willy before you get silly!), steamy shower sex, DOM DANNY (y’all better be clutching your pearls fr!), handcuffs, praise kink, probably like other stuff but I can’t remember lol

word count: 3.4k

summary: danny is back from tour and you simply can’t get enough of each other…

(This is also highly unedited because… fuck it we ball)

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The water was warm against your skin. Too warm. You still felt overheated and your knees were shaky as the rush of water cascaded over your body. Turning it colder, you let the water wash over your face and hair. It felt nice. The sweat that clung to your skin washing down the drain. When your limbs finally stopped trembling, you reached for your shampoo, coating your hair and massaging the soap into your scalp.

Your boyfriend, Danny, had gotten back from touring a few days earlier and to say he missed you was an understatement. You had done everything together. Making up for lost time. You loved having him home, filling the house with music, conversation, and warmth. You definitely made up for lost time in the bedroom too which was the reason your knees were still a bit weak.

You had detangled yourself from him only minutes before, kissing his sweaty neck and telling him that you were headed to the shower. He had nodded and had lifted his head up to kiss you before flopping back down onto the bed, his breathing still heavy. It was a sight committed to memory: him sprawled out on your shared bed, lost in the sweet afterglow of his own pleasure.

You raked your fingers through your hair, closing your eyes as the water washed over your face. Faintly, you heard the glass shower door open behind you. A strong set of hands found your hips as you wiped the excess water from your eyes.

He stepped in closer, lining his front with your back, and hissed when the water began to fall on him.

“Why is it so cold?” he mumbled dramatically, setting his chin on your shoulder and reaching around you to turn the water temperature back up. With his arms wrapped around you, you could feel the tickle of his hair on your neck while he used the opportunity to draw you closer to him.

You smiled in his hold. Danny always liked the water scorching hot. Nearly every time you showered together, he would complain about being too cold and insist on turning it up until your skin was pink from the heat.

As the temperature started to rise again, Danny’s hands bracketed on your hips, his thumbs rubbing soft circles over your lower back. He hummed in satisfaction, pulling you flush to his body and shivering dramatically.

“Much better.” He grinned against your neck as you rolled your eyes playfully.

You could feel yourself sink into him as you both stood there under the spray. His body never left you, he simply reached around you again to grab the soap before lathering up. You went back to washing the shampoo out of your hair, turning around to face your boyfriend. Tipping your head rinse the last suds from your head, you cracked your eyes open to see Danny gazing softly at you. His hazel eyes were warm and inviting, beckoning you to reach for his face and graze your fingers over his cheek.

He smiled as your fingers danced lightly against his skin. You dragged them from his face, down the column of his throat, and onto his chest, making small lines through the lather of soap.

You could see where you were affecting him, his cock twitched slightly and the muscles of his stomach flexed as your fingers wandered. You couldn’t help but focus your touch on his happy trail, watching as he sucked in a breath and let it out in a quiet shudder. His body always left you in awe. His muscles were both toned and sturdy, yet soft and comforting while you were in his arms.

You could still feel the soreness between your legs from your roll around in the sheets earlier, but looking at him in all his glory, dripping with water, your blood began to heat from more than just the water’s temperature.

He raised an eyebrow, following your heated gaze.

“Now here I am, thinking that I was crazy for wanting to jump your bones at every minute of the day.”

You chuckled as you stood up on your tiptoes and placed a taunting kiss on his mouth.

“Just keeping you honest about that stamina you always boast about.”

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again,” his breath visibly catching, “you can’t shut me off.”

Like a rubber band snapping, the tension between your heated gaze broke as his lips crashed into yours, hands kneading your hips and waist as he pulled you into him. A moan escaped your mouth as he pushed you up against the cold tile of the shower. His arms held you tight despite your shiver. With your back against the smooth tiles, he reached down to pull your knee over his hip, creating a delicious pressure.

His breath was heavy in your ear pairing nicely with the soft sound of water hitting the shower floor and creating an oasis of pleasure. Your own little bubble of bliss.

“Danny,” you gasped as he grinded into you. Your fingers dug into his biceps as he lined himself up with the hand that wasn’t holding your knee against him.

“Yeah baby, you’re doing so well.”

Your legs wobbled at his words and at the feeling of fullness as he slowly pushed into you. Unholy sounds left your mouth as he seated himself fully and then began to move. You didn’t need any more prep, you were already wet from the shower and from your last round, making your boyfriend’s movements fluid and perfect.

“Talk to me baby. Tell me how good you feel,” Danny rasped into your ear.

If it wasn’t for him pinning you to the wall, you would have slid to the floor. His words and the pleasure that coursed through your veins making it nearly impossible to do anything but bask in the feeling.

“I– I–”

“I– I–” he mocked. “Use your words, love.” He punctuated his teasing with a particularly hard thrust, shifting your leg higher on his waist in order to angle himself deeper.

“It feels– feels so good.” you fought the words out, each consonant a battle against losing all thought and sanity completely.

“You take me so well,” he said, his voice strained. “Keep taking me, just like that beautiful.”

You moaned at his words, arching your back and pushing your chest towards him, moving your hands from his shoulders up to the base of his neck, tangling in the mass of his wet hair. You gripped the strands at the base, making him hiss and push into you even harder.

Your breathing heaved as your eyes squeezed shut and you threw your head back… a little too hard. But instead of your head connecting with tile, the crown of your head pushed into Danny’s hand, always hyper aware of your movements, even in the haze of his building pleasure.

“Tsk tsk tsk,” he scolded. “Now look at me,” His demand forced your eyes to open. “Look at how well you take me.”

Your gaze drifted to where he was connected to you, the rivulets of water still trailing in glistening streams down his chest from the shower head making you want to cum from just the sight alone. He slowed his movements, deliberately pulling out almost to the tip before sliding back into your waiting heat. When he was fully inside he paused just for a blissfully infuriating second before dragging himself back out again. He brought his free hand between your bodies and you watched with rapt attention as he brought his calloused thumb to your clit, rubbing slow but hard circles into your already oversensitive flesh.

You groaned and clenched tightly around him, making him groan and grip at your leg harder. It was getting more difficult to keep your steady stream of moans at bay, not that your boyfriend wanted you to. If he had his way, he’d have you screaming for everyone to hear.

Your eyes squeezed shut and you tried to force the words out between your high-pitched moaning.

“Dan– Danny. Ohh–” you panted, Danny’s thrusts had picked up pace in time with the determined circles on your clit. “Baby, I’m cl– close.” You were shaking like a leaf, every muscle in your body on high alert, ready to snap.

“Not yet, love.” Danny said, his eyes trained on where he thrusted into you, fully focused on his task. “If you’re going to make me work on my stamina, you’re gonna have to work on yours too.”

“But– I can’t–” your voice was whiny and desperate.

“I said hold it.”

There was no room for argument in Danny’s voice. His tone had the opposite effect of his demand. You fought with everything in you to not cum from his voice alone.

Danny sensed your struggle not to fall over the edge of pleasure and stopped his movements before pulling out of you completely. You groaned in disappointment, robbed of your orgasm mere seconds before it crashed over you. His thumb still moved on your clit, but much lighter than before. You cracked open your eyes, your breath still heaving and looked up at your boyfriend’s face. There was no playfulness on the surface of his expression, only that stern exterior he got when he took control.

“Turn around.” His tone was dark and it made your stomach drop, with dread or excitement, you couldn’t tell. Maybe both.

He set down your leg but still kept his hands on your hips in case your legs couldn’t hold you. You were shaky, that was a fact, but you managed to turn around so that your back was to him. Your breath still hadn’t settled and your heartbeat pounded as Danny crowded you into the wall, the stark chill of the tile against the hot skin of your breasts made you whimper.

“You don’t cum until I say so. Do you understand me?” He said into your ear, his hair tickling your bare back.

You nodded feebly, shaking more than you had moments ago.

“I said,” one of his hands smoothed over your ass, kneading it before giving it a firm smack. “Do you understand me?” You yelped at the sharp crack of his hand connecting with your wet flesh and the heat in your core that it brought on.

“I understand,” you stuttered out a moment before his palm came down on your ass again. He stopped his hand and instead rubbed over the hurt with a loving kiss to your cheek.

“That’s my good girl, always listening so well.”

You didn’t think you could be more turned on. You felt like you could burst into flames at any moment. Danny wasn’t unaffected either. You knew he got turned on when he was in control and from the way that his free hand pumped himself with a deathly tight grip behind you, you could tell that he would have to work to keep his orgasm at bay too.

“You ready?” He asked softly, his breath ragged as he dragged his cock over your ass in a taunting stroke.

“Give it to me baby. I want it so bad,” you whined, knowing your desperate pleas would be just the thing to set him off.

Just as you thought, he wasted no time, lining himself up and pushing himself all the way to the hilt. Hard. You cried out, the burning feeling returning to your core as he pulled your hips back onto him with each deliberate thrust.

“Oh god Danny,” you moaned, “feels so good.” Your forearms were pressed against the shower wall, your fists searching for anything to hold onto but finding nothing.

“What feels good, beautiful?” he asked, his question punctuated by a moan as you fought the orgasm from ripping through you before getting his blessing.

“You–You’re so big.”

“What else?” Danny always went fishing for compliments when he was this far gone. It was a good thing that inflating his ego was one of your favorite things to do. The more you complimented him, the harder he came.

You wanted him to see stars.

“You’re so hard, you fuck me so rough. Just how I like it.” Your panting and moaning becoming a seamless song, mixing with your boyfriend’s moans behind you.

You pushed your ass into Danny and clenched particularly hard around him. He moaned so loud that you had half a mind to be embarrassed that your neighbors in the apartment over from yours might hear. You loved when he was loud. He had no inhibitions, only loving you and making you know it.

His hips still crashed into you as he snaked one hand up your front, bringing your back flush to his chest and kneading your breast in time with his movements.

The added stimulation had you fighting back the burning.

“Baby, I need–” you stuttered out.

“No.” His voice was still demanding even though you could tell he was fighting it too. Tears began to brim your eyes and the shaking in your knees returned as your orgasm threatened to crest even against your best efforts.

The wave of pleasure sharply halted for a mere moment at the feeling of Danny’s teeth sinking into the flush of your shoulder. You cried out, the pain only adding to the wildfire of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Danny I can’t hold–” you cried out as your orgasm ripped through you. You had wanted Danny to see stars, but it was you who was cumming so hard that you could barely keep upright. The force of your orgasm immediately triggered Danny to cum, his groans of pleasure mixing with yours as his pace became frantic. He held you tightly to him as you both came down from your collective highs, the strength of his arms the only thing keeping you from sliding to the floor.

You closed your eyes and basked in the afterglow of your pleasure and the safety of being held by Danny.

After a minute of silence to catch your breath, Danny carefully pulled himself out of you with a groan and turned you around to face him, wrapping your limp arms around his neck. You rested your cheek on his shoulder and sighed, content. The shower was still running, covering your overheated skin and washing away the sweat from your bodies. Danny gently reached behind you, turned the shower off, and opened the glass door to grab a towel, leaving you shivering in the absence of him. It didn’t take him long to wrap a towel around his hips and hold up another towel for you to step into. His chest and face were flushed but he smiled softly at you as you stepped back into his familiar embrace, letting him dry you off and gently squeeze out the water in your hair.

Once your body was dried to his liking, he wrapped the towel around you and lifted your chin before kissing you softly.

“Go get in bed, love. I’ll be there in a minute. Just have to fix my hair.”

You chuckled lightly. The thing about Danny is that he never allowed his hair care routine to be disrupted.

You lazily made your way back into the bedroom, dropping the towel on the floor and grabbing one of Danny’s shirts. After pulling it over your head you attempted to straighten the tangle of sheets left on your bed before practically falling under the covers.

Almost half an hour of scrolling on your phone later, you were beginning to get restless. Danny still hadn’t come out of the bathroom and you missed him. You were still sore from how rough he was with you, but images of him pressed against you, sighing deeply plagued your thoughts. You wanted him close. You wanted him still so badly. Sighing, you stretched before rolling out of bed.

Stepping back into the bathroom you found him, scrunching product into his damp curls, the towel still hung low on his hips. He smirked at you in the mirror, raking his eyes over your bare legs and his Church of Rock and Roll t-shirt you had thrown on. He grabbed a microfiber towel and delicately tended to his curls as you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. You had to raise up on your tiptoes to place your chin on his shoulder as you watched him focus on his task.

“I got lonely,” you whispered to him. “You’re taking too long.”

Danny scoffed playfully. “You can’t rush beauty sweetheart.”

“Come back to bed before I get too cold,” you tempted him, lightly placing kisses on his shoulder and neck. He hummed, his fingers individually setting each stray curl.

“I’ll come to bed when this is finished.”

You rolled your eyes, watching him continue his routine. The two of you stood there in silence for a while, content to be in each other's presence but soon enough though, your fingers began drifting from his waist down his stomach and stroking up and down his happy trail. His breath caught at the light touch, his burning gaze locking with yours in the reflection of the mirror. Your fingers continued to dance around his belly button and down to trace the hem of his towel, teasing him.

“No more tonight,” he says with feigned conviction. You look at him with wide pouty eyes, still placing innocent kisses on his shoulder blade. You were playing every card in the book, your arousal clouding all sensible thought.

“You know how long it takes me to get these curls right. As much as I love your hands in my hair… it’ll mess up the definition.” You could tell that his resolve was waning. He wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

Slowly he set down the towel and the bottle of product before turning to face you, his back to the sink. You pressed yourself to his chest while he fiddled with the hem of his shirt that you wore. You ran your hands up and down his chest, dragging your fingers through his chest hair.

“I won’t touch your hair, I promise.” You knew it was a lie and he knew it too. He quirked an eyebrow at you as you amended your statement.

“You know… there’s always ways to keep me from touching you,” you tease, going on tiptoe once again to kiss up his neck and whisper in his ear, “Do you still have those handcuffs from tour?”

Danny’s breath caught again, putting the pieces together. The handcuffs were pink and fuzzy, thrown on stage during the last tour. Danny had told you all about how he and the guys had all fought over who got to keep them, but ultimately Danny had won. You still hadn’t had a chance to try them.

You could see the excitement brewing in his eyes as he made his decision.

“My side of the bed. Bottom drawer.” His directions were clear and left no room for argument. You smiled wickedly as he let you go with a short squeeze to your ass, a promise for what was to come.

You rushed back into the bedroom, going to the other side of the bed and rummaging through Danny’s drawer until you found the handcuffs you were looking for.

The excited energy rushed through you, despite the two previous rounds of sex you and Danny had that day, you were more than ready for him.

You sat with your back to the headboard, one hand outstretched with the handcuffs dangling off a finger. Danny stepped out of the bathroom to lean against the doorframe, grinning as he took in the sight of you.

“You know sweetheart, you have a lot to make up for.” His voice was low and dangerous, making you squeeze your thighs together in anticipation as he slowly walked towards the bed. “Since you came before I said you could, I think it’s only fair that you don’t get to stop cumming until I say so.” There was a devilish glint in his eyes and part of you regretted egging him on again so soon after your orgasm.

He slowly crawled onto the bed, throwing his towel to join yours on the floor before grabbing the handcuffs in one hand and your wrists in the other.

“It’s gonna be a long night for you sweetheart.”

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Oh heyyyyy thanks for reading this steamy fic!! We have been mad MIA recently and sorry about that but life gets so crazyyy. This is a fic I’ve been slowly writing for like 8 months lmao and I FINALLY finished it so I hope you liked it!!

As always, Love and Light to you!

#greta van fleet #gvf #danny wagner smut #danny wagner fluff #greta van fleet imagine #danny wagner fanfiction #danny gvf smut #daniel wagner #danny gvf #greta van fic #greta van fleet fic #gvf smut #greta van fluff #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka

[filmofhybe]

happy new year , best friend.

✦ pairing : jungwon x Reader 🍾 GENRE : best friend to lovers , fluff 400 wc

WARNING : alcohol

; AUTHORS NOTE : happy new year my beloved. May we make more memories with enhypen!!

MASTERLIST TO MY OTHER WORKS.

Surrounded by the joyful chaos of our family's New Year's Eve party, you couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed. What was meant to be an intimate gathering had turned into a lively affair, as more people arrived than we had initially planned for. Laughter and chatter filled the air, creating a festive atmosphere that echoed through the walls of our home. Gripping onto my champagne glass tightly as you walked through the growing crowd.

Jungwon, my best friend, appeared at your side. “Hey you need a breather?” Recognizing your breathing is changing due to the crowd in your house, you nodded as he gently took your hand and guided you away from the bustling living room, leading you both up to the quiet rooftop. The city lights sprawled below us, a serene contrast to the vibrant energy pulsating through the party.

It was so much calmer on the rooftop, you took a few deep breath’s as you continue to sip on the champagne in your hands. Excitement bubbled within you as you heard people downstairs beginning to countdown, soon greeting the new year. You eagerly started the countdown, the thrill of the approaching new year coursing through your veins. "Ten, nine, eight..." You couldn't contain your enthusiasm, aa each number escaping your lips with escalating fervor. Jungwon stood by your side, watching me with a fond smile.

“Four, Three, Two, ONE!…” As the final seconds dwindled, Jungwon's hands found their place on your waist. At the stroke of midnight, he pulled you into a tender embrace, his lips meeting yours in an unexpected kiss. Shock momentarily froze you, but the warmth of his touch melted any reservations. In response, you surrendered to the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, drawing him closer.

The world seemed to disappear as we shared that intimate moment on the rooftop, the cityscape and the revelry below fading into the background. When we finally pulled away, breathless but smiling, the night sky erupted in a dazzling display of fireworks. Colors burst above us, creating a spectacular backdrop to our stolen kiss.

Hand in hand, Jungwon and you gazed at the radiant sky, the burst of colors reflecting in our eyes. Your smiles spoke volumes, conveying a shared understanding of the magical beginning to the new year. As the last firework faded, we turned to each other, gratitude and love dancing in your eyes,

“Happy new years, won..”

“Happy new years to you too my love..”

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#kflixnet #k films #k neighborhood #k lables #🥥 하이브의 영화 #enhypen jungwon #jungwon imagines #jungwon fluff #yang jungwon #jungwon x reader #jungwon #jungwon drabbles #jungwon fanfic #jungwon headcanons

[earthtooz]

i just stumbling around sae’s biodata and found out he loves spend his holidays by looking at the sea. how adorable when we go on a date by the sea, until midnight we sat by the sea. it’s peace, and we get to dancing in the open waves, joking around AAAAA i want my own sae :(

ugh this >>>>

this idea is so beautiful :((( no few words have been able to create such an evocative scenario in my imagination bc i LOVE the idea of going on a holiday to a beach place and spending the night time with a lover :((( i am going to eat my fist.

just... going on a beach holiday with sae is intimacy to a whole other level in your relationship. the beach being his safe place, and you being the person that he trusts so much that he thinks it's okay to bring you to this sanctuary of his.

there's only one person in the world who makes him feel at peace, who fills him with the confidence akin to the rush he gets whilst on the field, who disrupts his world of busy schedules, critics, and sore muscles with some semblance of normality. and it's you.

inviting you to the annual beach holiday he always goes on during breaks between seasons was a no brainer. in fact, he couldn't even picture going up to his vacation house without you. he's very protective of things that mean a lot to him, so to know that he trusts you to let you accompany him is such an honour.

little do you know, that you are also one of said things that mean a lot to him.

just imagine him taking you out on a seaside dinner to a cozy, but high-end restaurant that sae always used to go to by himself. the owner, who recognises him and welcomes him warmly each time sae visits, gives the magenta-haired a certain look before giving you two the best seats in the house.

sae orders his usual. you order something else.

the breeze that blows is slightly cold, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. despite that, your attention remains on the view in front of you; the view being the beautiful sea and your even more beautiful boyfriend, who looks irresistible with his wind-swept hair and loose button down.

just imagine after a fulfilling dinner, you go for a walk down at the beach, the gentle glow of the sun highlighting all your features so ethereally that sae commits himself to engraining this moment into his memory. imagine the amount of shells you pick up, admiring them briefly before placing them back in the sand. imagine splashing sae gently and running away before he can even think about getting revenge, ending up in a mini-chase where his undeniable stamina inevitably leads him to catch you in his arms, stumbling a little from the momentum.

your laughter placates his 'fury'. a kiss on the corner of his mouth ends all plans of revenge he thought of.

you return back to his house in his convertible with the roof down, humming to the songs on your shared playlist.

just imagine him telling you that he's got a surprise planned. just imagine he leads you to the beach in the backyard of his home, picnic basket in hand. just imagine setting up to have a little, serene date with just the two of you, the sunset, and the crashing waves.

it's perfect, he thinks, perfectly content and satisfied when he feels your backside being pressed against his chest, wrapped in his arms as you feed him some fruits here and there. fruits that he cut up himself and sure they're a little rough and haphazardly shaped, sae's comforted by the fact that you very clearly don't mind. never ridiculing his clumsiness in all things outside soccer.

as you watch the ocean in silence, sae sinks a little more into your warmth every time, hugging you closer.

every time he comes onto these vacations, the revered soccer player is reminded of how calming life is when you just get to do nothing. but now he knows how memorable life is when you get to do nothing with the person you love.

as the stars emerge, your positions manoeuvre so that you're both lying down, your hands in his hair, the two of you bleeding so much love for each other under the inky sky. undisturbed in your little bubble of affection; as all lovers should be.

but then imagine the two of you then getting up to retreat back home, not wearing enough layers to protect yourselves from the winds for too long. before you could reach the house though, sae stops you with a gentle tug on your wrist, placing down the picnic basket as he takes out his phone.

imagine slow music playing out of his speakers as he takes your hand in his, gently pulling you towards him, ignoring the way his skin and heart burns from your touch. sae will never fully understand how you're able to fit against him as if you were perfectly moulded for one another. perhaps that's why he's content with letting you join him to his safe space, because it's only a safe space if you're there with him. that's what you've done to him since he fell in love.

this was your bewitching effect. you've seized him to the point that he is only what you want him to be, and if that was a lover who clumsily cuts fruits and takes you on beach vacations, he'll gladly fulfil that role.

so long as he continues to be able to hold you like this.

thank u for ur ask, anon :)) i hope i provided some substance to your idea bc i genuinely adored this as soon as i read ur ask! your mind >>>

#sorry this ramble kind of went off the rails #sae x reader #itoshi sae x reader #blue lock x reader #*ੈ✩‧₊˚ earf's ideas that i'll never write #earf's sae rambles

[daenysx]

Hiya darling, I just saw that your requests were open so obviously I had to jump at the opportunity. Could you write sth about Aegon and maybe the reader is his girlfriend? And this time he promises himself to do things right and not just jump into the physical intimacy right away bc he's serious about her. So he's trying to restrain himself, but she's making it hard for him without even knowing, bc everything seemingly innocent turns him on lol. And then she's a bit irritated bc he's getting irritated and keeps pushing her away and she thinks that maybe she did something wrong?

It doesn't need to be pure smut, but if you could make it a bit spicy and fluffy it'd be greatly appreciated! 💖💖

thank you so much for requesting, angel, i tried my best but honestly i'm not sure if this is good enough ♡ i hope you like it! requests are open!!

aegon targaryen x fem!reader modern au (kinda nsfw)

promises

aegon wakes up to an empty bed.

he blinks slowly, his hair falls on the comfy pillow as he adjusts his head, and he feels the spot next to him. the sheets are still warm but you are not there, confusion and curiousity makes aegon's brain fuzzy the first thing in the morning. he sits on bed, rubs his eyes until he feels numb, and leaves the warmth behind him as he steps out of his room.

it is your first sleepover at aegon's, and he is excited by all means. he remembers the night, the wine bottle, and your smiles. you were glowing under the soft lights of his living room, you gave him lots of kisses, and he kissed you back. he remembers leading you to bed, cuddling you under the sheets, and the way you wrapped your arms around him. he buried his face to your neck as you fall asleep and promised not to ruin what he has with you silently.

aegon's kitchen is big enough but he keeps his glasses at the highest shelves. you are trying to get one of them on your tiptoes, wearing an old shirt from his closet and your sleep shorts. he likes seeing you like this, he decides. like you belong in his life.

you get the glass successfully, you fill it with water and drink it all in one go. aegon watches you, leaning to the wall. you finish the water and put your glass on the counter. turning your back, you see your lover waiting for you to realize him.

"good morning, baby." you say, aegon loves hearing the word baby from your mouth.

"morning." he says back. you give him a kiss on his cheek. "slept well?" you ask, even your morning voice is sweet to him. he nods, brushes his lips on your hair and fakes a kiss. you wrap your arms around his waist as you lead him back to his room.

"it's still early." you say.

"maybe we should go back to sleep." aegon says as he holds your hand.

you both find your ways back to bed, aegon lifts the sheets to get under them. he misses your warmth even though you are here with him, it's addictive and he has never been great with his obsessions. the thoughts of being together with you all the time, every way, makes his head spin. he closes his eyes and takes a calming breath.

aegon has a love-hate relationship with promises. the promises he gave to his mom, i'll be good mom, the promises he gave to aemond, and the promises he keeps giving himself. he thinks they make his life worthy somehow, he tries to prove that he is actually capable of doing something he gave his word for. no one has ever told aegon how hard it is to keep a promise, though. he finds himself imagining different scenarios of him breaking all those promises and being somewhat free.

you came into his life when everything was more difficult. he didn't even know what you see in him, why would someone like you stay with him? you deserve sunshine and happiness, aegon has broken memories behind him. not all of them was his fault to be true, but he had his fair share of ruined relationships. he was expecting to ruin the things with you as well, because why not, but it's not going as he'd guessed. it's going actually well, with you.

he is careful not to make any mistakes, the ones he knows from his past anyways. he is careful not to rush into things with you, even though he wants is badly. you in his apartment, playing with his beloved sunfyre, wearing his shirts, kissing him like he's worth it, calling him baby like he deserves it...he wants everything with you.

"i was thinking we could do something other than sleeping." you say gently, getting him out of his thoughts.

"yeah?" he asks, gets comfy on bed as you stroke his hair. "like what, pretty girl?"

you answer by starting a kiss. aegon parts his lips for you, you lean into him. the kiss lasts for seconds, you can see the first lights of the day in the room. you cup aegon's cheek with your one hand while the other twirls his hair between your fingers. aegon kisses you back and you find the courage to take the next step.

you give him one last kiss as he lies on bed, and you throw one leg over his body to get closer to him. you can feel his hardness under your leg and your stomach tightens. you press yourself as an attempt for relief and aegon holds your thigh to keep you steady. he breaks the kiss to look at you with an expression you don't quite like.

he stays still but you think maybe he's pulling away from you, and your courage feels like there's a pit in your chest. you try to pull your leg back but you can't. you try to smile when he frowns, you are almost ashamed that you are pressing yourself to him when he does nothing.

"i'm sorry." you whisper. "i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

aegon looks at you with glassy eyes. "don't be sorry, please. you never make me uncomfortable."

"i mean-" you start, but the words don't come out easily. "i know we didn't really do anything before but i- i thought-"

insecurity starts dripping from your words and aegon would be damned if he ever let you think you are doing something he doesn't want. "no, no, lovely. it's just-" he says, rubbing your skin. "it's all me. i just- didn't want to rush into things and-"

he stops talking and it worries you. "and what?" you ask silently.

"i don't want to lose this." he sounds afraid and broken. "i don't want to lose what we have. i don't want to ruin everything."

he blinks down a slow tear, and it breaks your heart. "aegon." you say. "you think you will ruin things with me just because we get physical?"

the conversation turns serious so quickly. aegon blinks again. "i've never been good in relationships. i want you so much, but i don't mind waiting. you didn't do anything wrong, it's all me."

"baby." you cup his cheek. "you are my boyfriend, and i want to be closer with you. i promise, you wouldn't ruin anything, and it's all good for me."

he tilts his head to see your eyes. "no rush?"

"no rush." you kiss him on his chin. "but still, you don't have to wait."

aegon kisses you and he feels a deadweight has been lifted from his chest. he thinks it's all gonna be okay, now that you know his true intentions. he pulls you on his lap until he sits on bed, he leans against headboard. the kiss takes his breath away, he helps you sit properly on him.

"we can continue if you want, or we can stop here." he whispers to your ear. "anything you want."

"i want you, aegon." you whisper back.

he likes that combination of words. he helps you take your shorts off without leaving the bed, you pull down his sweatpants and his boxers. aegon touches your inner leg, your skin is hot. he drags his fingers further until he finds what he's looking for.

you lift your hips against him, he's getting harder every passing second. you wrap your fingers around him, stroking him until he's fully hard.

"i'm not gonna last if you keep doing that." he says desperately.

"can we stay like this?"

you smile and give him a kiss. your fingers guide him to your entrance and he helps you putting it in by angling himself properly. your wetness slides against him, he tries to find your clit after a moment of catching his breath. you hold the hand on your cunt, bringing it to your mouth to kiss the back of it.

he agrees, he doesn't think he can manage to last long with fast movements and strong strokes. this is grounding and calming, he is fully inside you and you are comfortable on his lap. you keep him inside you as you put your head on his chest. he kisses your hair and rubs your back.

"thank you for being honest with me." you say. aegon realizes your voice gets sleepy and he keeps rubbing your back.

he kisses your forehead as a way of answering. "come on, let's go back to sleep." he slides down on bed to put his head on the pillow.

you nod. "but we'll continue once we wake up."

aegon laughs. "we kinda have to, i don't know how to handle more of your teasings at this point."

"i'm not teasing you!"

"yeah, baby, of course you're not." he rolls his eyes and smiles.

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[eydi-andrius]

Fool Entire II

warnings: none, a chase but none at all

pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Highborn!Reader

summary:

If someone asked you who Prince Aemond was in your life, you probably would have said the love of your life.

Years have passed but still your heart yearns for him. 

But you were no fool.

It was a lesson learned for you not to give your heart to a man who knows nothing but duty. Highly inspired by the song Bitter Water by Oh Hellos.

a/n: thank you so much for all of your kind words. y'all know how to cheer up this duck. i also started watching chainsaw man and it helped me with swimming out of my misery. thank you and love you all, lovelies!

like always, LIKES are really welcome but this duck will do the duck dance if you also REBLOG and LEAVE YOUR THOUGHTS about her stories. i love reading them and they inspire me a lot. ✨ Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV

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"He was looking for you." 

Mysaria's voice echoed throughout the room and your body went rigid by the mention of the word "he". 

Even without mentioning who she was referring to, your mind only sees one person. His silver locks and tall frame in your memory were as clear as the days you have him on your side.

That someone has been haunting your dreams and waking life for the whole year.

Someone you thought you'll forget sooner when he revealed who he truly was. 

However, it wasn't as easy as they've said. 

You can always hear him anywhere. Smell his familiar scent that once brought warmth and love to your heart. Feel his calloused hands clasping yours as he retold how his day had been. He always carries the air of comfort you believed was impossible to have in King's Landing. Yet, he did it with ease and regal. He was your sun. Bright, beautiful and restful. He was the source of your delight that you forgot how the sun can be harsh the longer you stay close to it. 

You thought of his light as gifts long ago but now it was the source of your nightmares and it blinded you from the truth.

The truth that he changed and the love you once shared was nothing but an illusion you created to protect your sanity from your crumbling life that once was an envy to others. 

It gets worse the more you try to push the memories away. It gets stronger and more vile. It was torture. 

You gulped and straightened your back before you looked at Mysaria. 

"Who?" You bite your lip to prevent it from trembling. You're nervous, scared and resentful. What does he need after all this time?

"You know who." Simple words came out of her lips but the impact resounded on your veins. Anger overtook you and with a bitter smile continued the conversation with her. 

"I do not understand why you are sharing this with me." You turned your back to her and continued the work you had forgotten for a moment. 

"Aren't you curious?" She said and you heard the rustle of her coat as she sat on the nearby stool. 

"Why would I be? We both know that when men look for the woman they discarded, it always ends poorly for the lady." And it always does. They mysteriously die or they get miserably imprisoned. Nothing in between. 

Silence remains as you continue sewing the clothes. The needle puncturing the cloth echoes loudly and fills the quiet between the two of you. But you can still feel her eyes trained on you, waiting. 

"Do you know why he was looking for me?" You finally asked. The thrill of ending the discussion was your only purpose asking. 

"I did not inquire. I do not want to know unless you tell me to." With a sigh, she responded and looked from afar. 

"I don't want to know." You replied.

"Then I'll pretend I did not hear about it." Defeated, she looked back at you again. A kind look passes her eyes. 

A soft "hmmmm" was your only answer as you reeled back your mind to focus on your current task. You do not need any more distractions. The thoughts of him will not fill you and your sister's belly with a warm meal. 

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You huffed as you suddenly stopped, almost tumbling forward, you looked around thinking of where you must go.

"Why are we running!?" An angry shout was heard on your back as Simon tried his best to keep up with you. 

If you were still a lady, this type of run was not possible as you were taught to be refined at a young age, at all cost. But after what you have been through, running fast and smart was the first thing you learned in order to survive the harsh truth of living a poor life.

"Tell me where would you go if you wanted to run and not be found by someone?" You looked at him with fear visible in your eyes. 

His earlier scowl turned into worry as he looked at you. 

"Tell me what is going on?" 

"I-" You opened your mouth to explain even a little for him to understand your fear but then you heard your name echoed among the throng of people on the street. 

It was impossible to hear it especially if it was called among the busy streets and surrounded by the loud noises of the area yet you did. You’ve heard it growing up, all your life and you will not mistook it from anything else. 

You missed how your name rolled off his tongue. How his tone becomes softer and kinder each time he mentions your name even on the worst days of him. 

You turned around and saw his lilac eye staring at you. He was on the other side and only the people were his obstacles before he could stand in front of you. 

He was breathing heavily and hair disheveled, the hood of his robe flew away, revealing his beautiful silver hair.

You were standing on the other side, frozen. You have forgotten why you run away. You only see him. He had gotten older, mature. But still as beautiful as you remembered him. Silver hair is longer than before. He also wears a new eye patch. The leather is more refined than the ones you help him wear each day. 

He called forth your name once again and was about to step forward when Ser Criston tapped his shoulder and his attention was caught by him off guard. 

Like a cold water splashed on your face, you realized the reason why you ran and looked back at Simon again, begging. 

He looked between you and Aemond and was glad when he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the narrow streets to the center of the market. Running away from the company you did not expect to see today.

By the time you two turned the corner, your name was shouted by him again and hurried footsteps followed you once more. 

You expertly dodges the vendors who carry their wares and jump through the carts that blocked your way following Simon diligently. 

Meanwhile, you can hear on your back the angry shouts of those who surprised him or Ser Criston’s groans of apologies as they manage their way to the unfamiliar street of Street of Silk. 

You ducked when two men holding a pig blocked your way. They were surprised by your sudden appearance and completely stood still in the middle of the street, shouting curses your way. Without looking back you yelled a loud apology as you continued your legs to run faster and forward. 

However, when you were about to pass a cart full of fruit, a groan of pain caught your attention and you looked back. 

Aemond's hair was caught in between a wheel, possibly because he tried to jump on it but was pulled back when it caught his hair. 

You were contemplating whether to help him or not when strong arms suddenly hugged and pulled you back with him. Before you can open your mouth to yell for help, he covered yours and was pulled on a small opening behind a cart. The small door was shut off quickly and you caught a glimpse of Simon in front of you. 

The old man signaled for you to be quiet and you nodded at him. 

It did not take long before hurried footsteps were heard in front of the small wooden door. You can hear his familiar voice yelling "Qogralbar!" a Valyrian phrase you get used to hearing whenever he is frustrated or annoyed with Aegon.

The sound of your huffed breaths were loud on your ears as all your senses were fixated on any sounds that the men made outside. Until you heard strong footsteps halted in front of the door. 

"Have you seen a lady running towards this way?" His deep voice not only echoed through the tight space but also inside your head as it soothes something that you tried so hard to kill and forget. 

"You see….. It is normal for this street to see ladies and men running around, running away and running to get away from someone. You need to be more specific about that, ai?" The vendor that was asked replied and all his response was a loud gruffed of disapproval. Even without seeing his face you can imagine his usual sneer. 

"My prince, I'm afraid we must go and look now for your brother." Another voice can be heard on the other side, that voice belongs to Ser Criston. When he said brother? Does he mean Aegon is on the Street of Silk? Again? At least something never changes.

Their voices were quiet for a moment before you heard fading footfalls walking away from your hiding space. You breathed a sigh of relief and sagged down. Simon gave a light chuckle at your action. 

"I am truly amazed by your speed." He praised and even laughed at you. 

You laughed back at what he said and shyly said "thank you." 

You were startled when suddenly the door was pried open and a familiar round face of a child peeked at the two of you. 

"They're gone." He said and ate the apple he was holding. You nodded a silent thanks and crawled outside the space. 

When you were able to go out fully and stand up, a sharp whistle caught your attention and all the loitering people surrounding the area disappeared and sat down in places that will never bother those who will decide to walk here. 

You turned around when you heard the clanking coins and saw Simon giving the older man who whistled a bag of coins. 

The old man whistled again when he opened the bag and saw what was inside. The child who called forth you two was tiptoeing trying to check the contents of the bag. 

"She your mistress?" The man looked and pointed at you using his lips. He wears a goatee and his face has a large scar across his cheek. 

Your face reddened and was about to explain when Simon turned his hand to a fist and hit the man on his head. 

"We both know my wife is my only love. Stop joking around, Scar." He replied angrily and Scar just gave a throaty laugh. 

"She's Mysaria's, best to treat her well." Simon continued and the man named Scar looked at you and nodded. 

"Ah…Best to treat her right then. Anyway, I'll go. This will be used for booze, ai!?" He yelled and all the people around yelled "yes" in unison. 

You moved forward and stood beside Simon. 

"I did not know this existed…." His only response was a sigh and he looked at the retreating frame of Scar. 

"This existed not a long time ago when I decided to stay here. Scar is a friend and he is a people person. I'm glad he is doing well" He replied with a look of content and pride. 

"Let's go. I'll take you home to make sure you'll be safe so I can ask Mysaria for my lost gold again because of your mysterious Targaryen following you." He winked and you frowned at what he said. 

"Targaryen? You knew him?" He looked at you with a raised eyebrow. 

"I do. I am a mercenary. I knew what nobles looked like. And Targaryen was well known for their silver hair. I'll ask you about him at our next meeting. You must go home now and take care of yourself." His face was etched with worry as he stared at your hands. You looked at it and saw that it was shaking. You do not know if it came from fear or you were glad you were able to lose him but you know that you must go home. 

The walk home was quiet as Simon whistled a tune and you stared at the floor the whole time. 

Maybe you should have asked Mysaria to know why he was looking for you and maybe you could have avoided running around the market to get away from him. 

But it was also a fact that no lady who was discarded came out alive except you. You cannot risk it. 

So you pray to the new gods that this will be the last time you'll meet him. For your safety and sanity. 

"We're here." Simon announced while his hands were on his back. He was standing nearby your home. 

"Thank you. I cannot thank you enough for saving me, again." You smiled at him and he smiled back. 

"Oh! Don't thank me. I will be paid for running around and saving you. So no, thank you." He responded with a grin. “I beg not to ask for Mysaria’s, I’ll pay for it.” You told him when you realize the amount of debt you must have now with the mistress. “Nah! Mysaria treats you better than her girls. I bet she even liked you like her daughter.” “We both know she hated children.” “That I agree.” He nodded with confirmation and you chuckled. Remembering the way she discarded the idea of children so easily.

He waved his hand once more and you waved back as he walked away from your home. 

The small, almost collapsing house, was the home you had known since you started living your new life. It might be run down in someone else’s eyes but you were proud of what you had accomplished on this tiny stone house with a couple of holes on the roof. And you might be ashamed of your previous life in front of all the noble ladies in King’s Landing but no one can shame you for the hard work you did in this second life. You smiled before opening the door softly, afraid to destroy the hinges completely. You called your sister's name but was surprised when you were met with her worried eyes and figure standing in the kitchen. Body facing the wooden seat you had, the only seat you have.

Confused about what was going on, you stepped forward and was met by someone who stood up from sitting. His face was obstructed by his hair at first but when he turned…..you felt your face distorted into a frown. 

Your breath quickens with worry and eyes rounded from surprise. You tried to open your mouth to say anything but was too astonished to even form words. 

You looked up from your sister when she called out your name and asked you if you knew who the mysterious visitor was. It might be mysterious for her because she was way too young back then but you remembered him.

“Uncle……..what are you doing here?”

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[poptartzz2]

Miguel O’hara

❀ Soft Headcanons: Coffee Shop Edition ❀

✩⟡∵⋰ Miguel x reader(fem)

✩⟡∵⋰ Headcanons for upcoming fic ✩⟡∵⋰

✩⟡∵⋰A/N: This is my first time posting any kind of headcanons, so I hope ya likey! ✩⟡∵⋰

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☕️ Miggy definitely has a favorite coffee shop that he goes to, every single day. It’s not a well known business, but the atmosphere and people are good. That’s satisfying enough for someone in need of warmth & comfort

☕️ This man is very picky about his coffee and I refuse to believe anything different. Even if he orders the same simple black coffee everyday, quality and tastes matter over anything else

☕️ After losing his family, venturing to this coffee shop was and is an absolute necessity. Working or being alone in an empty home, filled with vacant memories littering it’s walls, is not an option

❀ This coffee shop is definitely warm, comfortable, and inviting which is what he needs & desires, even if he doesn’t want to admit it

☕️I feel like he enjoys people watching to make up for his lack of a spidey sense. He will study body language, activities, etc to get a better sense of people while he sips his drinks

☕️ When Miggy was younger, he definitely was a coffee connoisseur

❀ He traveled to many different coffee shops, and kept track of the drinks he enjoyed and places he visited

❀ Since he enjoyed doing this so much, he wanted to start a tradition with Gabi, even if his passion for coffee slowly began to diminish

❀ The two would often try various pastries, different ones with every visit, and would try to bake them together when they got back home. Big Messes. Powdered Noses. Lots of fun

☕️ Although he’s a stickler for having exactly what he wants, every single visit, he does attempt to venture out in honor of Gabriela

❀ He will try any drink that reminds him of her and typically picks out something he knows she’d enjoy, or would beg him to buy

❀ He also collects painfully adorable mugs or cups she’d love as well. Even at the cost of being embarrassed, if buying a Hello Kitty tumbler or two means he’s honoring her memory, then he’ll do it

☕️ Miggy comes to this specific coffee shop daily, simply because you make his coffee. Just the way he likes it.

❀ You also provide him with lovely, intelligent, and comforting conversations, which he knows is hard to do when in the face of someone with a hard exterior like his. He appreciates it very much

✩⟡∵⋰ Your shared humor w/ Miggy: ☆Purposefully Corny Jokes ☆Sarcasm ☆ Teasing . Sarcasm is an essential in your friendship & neither of you allow it to become toxic, annoying or demeaning, even when you both get big mad

Thanks for Reading! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

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[mysweetlixe]

✰ Unbroken Bonds ✰

Parings: |Minho x Reader|

Genre: Romance and Angst

Summary: Childhood friends Y/N and Minho reunite as adults after life's challenges. Despite Minho's initial guarded demeanor, their enduring bond prevails

Words: 2.2k

Y/N was only five and she had moved multiple times so when her parents had told her to pack up her things and bid farewell to their old apartment, she did so without much hesitation. The city streets were bustling with life as her parents drove her to their new home.

Tall buildings towered above, casting long shadows upon the crowded sidewalks. Y/N peered out of the car window, her eyes wide with wonder at the city she now called home.

They came to a stop in front of a small, yet cozy apartment building. Y/N eagerly stepped out of the car, her tiny hand clutching a beloved stuffed toy tightly. As they made their way up the stairs, she couldn't help but notice the noise coming from the adjacent apartment. It was a symphony of laughter and playfulness that instantly caught her attention.

Curiosity piqued, Y/N found herself drawn towards the source of the joyous commotion. She peeked through the gap between the curtains and saw Minho, a boy of her age with sparkling eyes and an infectious smile. He was surrounded by a group of children, engaging them in imaginative games and adventures.

Y/N watched from afar, captivated by Minho's carefree spirit as he fiercely protected his friends from imaginary monsters and held their hands whenever they stumbled. There was something about him that made her feel safe, even from outside the walls of their shared backyard.

Days turned into weeks,and weeks turned into months as Y/N and Minho's friendship grew stronger. They became inseparable, spending countless hours exploring the city streets together, their laughter echoing through the narrow alleyways.

Minho was always by Y/N's side, ready to shield her from any perceived danger, always the protector.

As they grew older, however, life began to take its toll on both of them. Y/N's family faced financial hardships, forcing them to move away once again. The news of their departure hit Minho hard, his heart heavy with sadness. He couldn't imagine life without his best friend by his side.

Years passed, and Y/N returned to the city as a young adult, filled with a sense of nostalgia and hope. She walked the familiar streets, reminiscing about the memories she shared with Minho. Lost in her thoughts, she suddenly bumped into someone, nearly stumbling over her own feet.

Looking up in surprise, she found herself staring into a pair of eyes that were far from the caring boy she once knew. Minho's gaze was cold and distant, his once vibrant smile replaced by a permanent frown etched upon his face. The years had not been kind to him. "Y/N," he muttered coldly, as if the name held no significance to him anymore.

Y/N's heart sank at the sight of Minho's changed demeanor. The warmth and kindness she had come to expect from him were nowhere to be found. It was as if a wall had been erected between them, blocking any semblance of their childhood friendship.

"Minho," Y/N murmured, the name slipping out of her lips as a whisper. She took a step back, unsure of how to react to this unfamiliar version of her once dear friend. They stood there in silence, the weight of the years separating them palpable in the air.

Finally finding her voice, Y/N mustered up the courage to speak. "It's been so long. How have you been?" Minho's gaze hardened even more, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Does it matter?" he replied curtly, his voice laced with bitterness. Y/N felt a pang of sadness deep within her chest.

She had hoped that their reunion would bring back the carefree days they had shared as children, but it seemed that Minho had become jaded by life's hardships. "I...I just thought...we used to be so close," Y/N stammered, struggling to find the right words.

"I missed you." A flicker of emotion passed through Minho's eyes, his defenses momentarily slipping. But just as quickly as it came, it vanished, replaced by a stoic expression. "Things change, Y/N. People change," he replied, his voice devoid of any trace of the affection she once knew.

Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of disappointment. How could someone she had shared so many memories with become so cold and distant? She had held onto the hope that their bond would survive the test of time, but now it seemed like an impossible dream.

As the awkward silence stretched between them, Y/N's mind wandered back to their childhood. She remembered Minho as the boy who would protect her from the world, always there to lend a helping hand or wipe away her tears. He was her constant companion, her confidant, and her rock.

But now, standing before her was a different person. The boy she once knew had been replaced by a guarded man who seemed to have built impenetrable walls around his heart. Y/N couldn't help but wonder what had changed him so drastically.

"I'm sorry," Minho finally spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of regret. "I'm not the person you remember." Y/N felt a pang of sympathy for him, realizing that whatever he had gone through must have been immensely difficult.

Yet, she couldn't shake off the feelingthat this was not just a result of life's hardships. There was something more, something deeper that had transformed Minho into this cold, distant version of himself.

Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, Y/N mustered up the courage to ask, "What happened to you, Minho? What made you change so much?"

Minho hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering with a mix of emotions. "Life happened, Y/N," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I realized that protecting you from the world meant exposing myself to all its harsh realities. And somewhere along the way, I lost sight of who I was."

Y/N's heart sank at his words. She had always admired Minho's unwavering strength and determination. To think that he had grown weary and lost himself in the process was heartbreaking. She wanted to reach out and remind him of the incredible person he used to be.

"Minho," she said softly, taking a step closer to him. "You don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. Sometimes, it's okay to let others in and share our burdens."

He looked at her, his gaze searching for something she couldn't quite decipher. "I thought I was protecting you," he admitted, his voice filled with regret and longing.

"I didn't want you to see the ugliness of the world, to experience the pain and heartbreak that I had encountered. But in doing so, I pushed you away."

Y/N placed a gentle hand on his arm, offering him a comforting touch. "Minho, I understand why you did what you did. But I want you to know that you don't have to protect me anymore. We're not children anymore, we're adults. And as adults, we can face the world together."

He looked at her, his eyes softening with a mix of vulnerability and hope. "Do you really mean that? Even after all these years?"

Y/N smiled warmly, her heart swelling with renewed affection for her childhood friend. "Yes, Minho. I mean every word."

And in that moment, the weight of their past seemed to fade away, replaced by a newfound connection that was stronger than ever before. Y/N realized that people change, but sometimes they just need a gentle reminder of who they once were.

In the days that followed, Y/N and Minho spent countless hours catching up on lost time. They laughed, they cried, and they reminisced about their shared memories from childhood. Through their conversations and shared experiences, Minho slowly began to shed the layer of coldness he

had enveloped himself in. Y/N could see glimpses of the caring and protective boy she had known growing up, and it filled her with a sense of happiness she hadn't felt in years.

As their bond deepened, Y/N learned about the trials and tribulations that had caused Minho to retreat from the world. He had faced adversity after adversity, each one chipping away at his spirit. But Y/N admired his resilience, his ability to keep going even when everything seemed hopeless.

One evening, as they sat on the rooftop under a sky ablaze with stars, Minho turned to Y/N, his eyes shimmering with an intensity she had never seen before. "Y/N," he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "I need to tell you something."

Her heart skipped a beat as she waited for him to continue. She knew that whatever he was about to say would be significant, perhaps even life-changing.

"I've loved you since we were children," he confessed, his words hanging in the air between them. "You were always this bright light in my life, a constant source of happiness and comfort. And now that we've reconnected, I realize that my feelings for you have only grown stronger."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her pulse racing with anticipation. Thiswas a moment she had dreamed about, but never truly expected to happen.

She had always cherished their friendship, never imagining that it could blossom into something more. But now, as she looked into Minho's eyes, she saw the vulnerability and sincerity in his gaze.

The world around them seemed to fade away as Y/N mustered the courage to respond. "Minho," she whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the quiet night. "You've always been there for me, protecting me from the world.”

Her words hung in the air, carrying with them the weight of every memory they had shared. Minho searched her face, his expression a mix of hope and apprehension. Would she feel the same way?

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She reached out and gently placed her hand on top of Minho's, intertwining their fingers. "Minho," she began, her voice filled with sincerity and affection.

"You've always been my rock, my constant source of strength. And I want you to know that I've cherished every moment we've shared together."

A flood of emotions washed over Minho's face as he absorbed Y/N's words. For so long, he had believed that his love for her was one-sided, that she had moved on and found happiness elsewhere. But now, in this moment, he realized that perhaps his love had never waned, but had only grown stronger.

"You don't know how much those words mean to me," Minho whispered, his voice tinged with a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. "I've tried to move on, to forget about my feelings for you. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape the truth: that I still love you."

promised, her voice filled with unwavering strength. "No matter what challenges lie ahead, we'll face them together, hand in hand."

Minho's heart swelled with gratitude. He had spent years convincing himself that his love for Y/N was nothing more than a futile fantasy, yet here she was, standing before him, affirming her feelings for him.

A sense of liberation washed over him, freeing him from the shackles of doubt and fear that had held him captive for far too long.

With newfound courage coursing through his veins, Minho took a step back, never breaking eye contact with Y/N. He reached out and gently took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers together. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes of their unbreakable connection.

Together, they faced the world. They faced the doubts and judgment that would inevitably come their way. But they were armed with a love that was unyielding, fortified by years of unspoken affection and shared dreams.

They knew that the path they had chosen wouldn't be easy, but they were determined to traverse it together.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months as Minho and Y/N embarked on their journey hand in hand. Their love amplified with each passing moment, creating an unbreakable bond that would withstand any storm that came their way.

They faced obstacles and challenges, but they always found solace in each other's arms, drawing strength from the unwavering support they provided.

Minho's once heavy heart was now lightened by the love he shared with Y/N. He no longer carried the weight of the world on his shoulders alone; instead, they carried it together, sharing the burdens and celebrating the joys that came their way.

Slowly but surely, Minho reclaimed the pieces of himself that he had lost along the way. With Y/N's love and encouragement, he rediscovered his passion for life and pursued his dreams with newfound determination. The world was no longer a place to be feared; it was a place to conquer alongside the person who meant everything to him.

Their love story unfolded like a beautifully written novel, filled with laughter, tears, and countless moments of pure bliss. They created memories that would forever be etched in their hearts, embarking on adventures and experiencing the world through each other's eyes.

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Aizawa’s sick day. Part II

- The following day -

Part 1 here  |  Masterlist

Pairing: Aizawa × Reader | Word count: 1,8 K

Fandom: BNHA | MHA | Tags: reverse comfort, home life, romance, fluffy & cute, SFW

CW: Sickness (nothing too disturbing). Also: stable relationship, cheesy stuff, married couple dynamics.

A/N: Since y'all liked it so much, I wrote part II! If it still gets enough love, then maybe I can even extend it to a III part!

06:15 A.M.

The tantalizing aroma of sizzling eggs and the rich, fragrant scent of freshly brewed coffee enveloped the cozy kitchen. Sunlight pours through the window, casting a warm glow on the countertops as you move deftly, orchestrating the morning routine.

With a soft sigh, you carefully reach for the coffee pot, savoring the anticipation of that first sip. And when the final few drops trickle into your favorite mug, releasing an intoxicating aroma that dances in the air, you glance around, your eyes landing on a sturdy black mug, Aizawa's favorite – sitting on the kitchen counter. As you take it, your mind fills with a familiar sense of home, as it holds memories of countless mornings; filled with warmth and shared moments.

The coffee machine's soft hum subsides as you switch it off after pouring his cup, bringing a serene, calm atmosphere to the room; just then, the low rumble of footsteps draws nearer, interrupting your reverie. You turn to find Shōta, your beloved, emerging from the hallway. His sleep-ruffled hair and tired eyes still carry an undeniable charm – that you cannot resist.

The corners of his lips curl into a soft smile as he catches you in his sight, his presence bringing an extra dose of comfort to the already cozy kitchen.

“Good morning sleepy cat” you greet, watching as he approaches your figure with a warm embrace. He nuzzles into your neck, mumbling something back; that you assume is a “good morning”. 

His embrace lingers, filling you with a sense of love and contentment, and after a long moment, you gently pull away, keeping a hand on his arm as you gaze into his tired but adoring eyes. A soft smile graces your lips as you take in his disheveled appearance, a testament to his late nights spent protecting the city.

"Did you sleep well?" you ask, your voice filled with genuine concern.

Aizawa lets out a small yawn – his tiredness evident. "Not as much as I would have liked," he admits, his voice husky yet filled with warmth. "But waking up to you makes it all worth it."

The sincerity in his words warms your heart, and you can't help but feel a surge of affection for this man who dedicates himself so selflessly to his work and you. You reach upward and brush a stray lock of hair from his face, your touch gentle and reassuring.

"Well, then, let's make sure you have a good breakfast before heading out," you say, guiding him to the table set with the delicious spread you've prepared. As either of you took a seat, the comforting silence of the morning wrapped around you, a testament to the easy companionship you both share.

However, you can't help but notice a hint of fatigue still lingering in Aizawa's eyes and the slight paleness of his complexion. Concerned, you reach out and place a hand on his forehead, checking for any lingering signs of the fever from the night before.

"Are you feeling any better, Shōta?" you ask softly, your voice filled with genuine worry. "Considering the fever you had last night."

Aizawa leans into your touch, appreciating your care. He lets out a small sigh and offers you a tired smile. "I'm still a little worn out, but the fever broke during the night," he replies, his voice raspy yet filled with gratitude. "Thanks to your care, I'm feeling much better already."

Relief washes over you as you hear his words, but you still can't help but be mindful of his well-being. "Take it easy today, okay? Try not to push yourself too hard." you gently remind him, your concern evident in your voice.

He nods, his gaze locked with yours, his appreciation shining through. "I promise," he assures you. "But first, let's enjoy this delicious breakfast you've prepared. It's the perfect way to start the day."

With a smile, you both settle into the meal, savoring the flavors and each other's company before the morning would stretch ahead.

02:21 P.M. 

The morning hours passed by in a steady rhythm, the quiet hum of daily routines filling the air. After bidding farewell to Aizawa as he left for work, you found yourself immersed in your own activities, though thoughts of him lingered in the back of your mind.

As the day progressed, you occasionally glanced at your phone, expecting a call or message from Aizawa. His promise to let you know if he felt unwell weighed on your thoughts, and a mild sense of concern gnawed at you. However, the minutes turned into hours, and still, no communication came from him.

With each passing hour, your worry grew, and you couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that something might be amiss. Was he too busy to reach out? Had something unexpected happened? A thousand possibilities raced through your mind, but none offered any solace.

Just when you were about to decide to reach out to him, your phone rang, jolting you from your thoughts. You eagerly grabbed it, hoping it was Aizawa on the other end. However, the caller ID displayed the name of one of his coworkers instead.

Curiosity mingled with concern as you answered the call. "Nemuri?" you greeted, your voice slightly strained with worry.

"Hey, is this Aizawa's partner?" came Nemuri's voice from the other end. There was a hint of urgency in her tone.

"Yes, it is," you replied, your voice tense with worry. "Is everything alright? I was expecting him to call."

There was a brief pause on the other end, and then Nemuri spoke again, her voice filled with concern. "I'm sorry to worry you, but something unexpected happened. Aizawa started showing signs of severe fatigue and dizziness during the training class we taught today. He said he was okay, but I doubted it. So I thought it would be best to contact you."

Your heart sank, a wave of concern washing over you. "Is he okay now? Should I come and pick him up?"

"Nah, don't worry about that," Nemuri reassured you. "We've got it covered. We insisted on taking him to Recovery Girl for a check-up; just to be safe. He's in good hands now."

Relief washed over you, mixed with lingering worry. "Thank you for letting me know. Please keep me updated on his condition, if you don’t mind."

"Absolutely," Nemuri replied. "I'll keep you in the loop. Take care, okay? Aizawa will be back on his feet in no time."

You thanked Nemuri for the update and ended the call. Although relieved that it wasn't a severe emergency, your concern for Aizawa deepened. You pondered the signs of fatigue and dizziness he must have shown at work, silently wishing he had reached out earlier so you could have been there for him sooner.

03:34 P.M.

Minutes turned into an agonizing wait as you anxiously awaited news about Aizawa's condition. Just when you were about to pack your belongings to head over to U.A., overwhelmed by worry, your phone rang, signaling an incoming call. 

With relief and anticipation, you swiftly answered, hoping to hear Aizawa's voice on the other end. "Hello?" you greeted, concern evident in your voice.

And you did. Aizawa's tired but familiar voice came through the line, bringing you comfort but also worry. 

"Hey," he said, his voice slightly hoarse. "I wanted to let you know that I'm at Recovery Girl's infirmary. It turns out I have a severe case of the flu."

Your heart sank upon hearing the news, but you were grateful he got medical attention. "Oh God, are you going to be okay?" you asked, your voice laced with genuine concern.

"Yeah, Recovery Girl is taking care of me," Aizawa replied, his tone filled with gratitude. "She's provided treatment to alleviate the symptoms, but I'll need some rest to recover fully."

Relief washed over you, knowing that he was in capable hands. "I'm glad you're getting the care you need," you said; in a reassuring voice. "Please take it easy and focus on getting better."

There was a pause on the other end, followed by a soft sigh. "I will," Aizawa responded. "But I wanted to hear your voice and let you know that I'm okay. I didn’t want you to be concerned."

A small smile tugged at your lips, even though he couldn't see it. "Sorry, but I've been worried about you anyways. Nemuri called me earlier to inform me about you. I was wondering why you didn’t call me sooner.” You mentioned; feeling a small twinge of disappointment.

Aizawa let out a sigh on the other end of the line. "I'm sorry I didn't call you sooner," he admitted, his voice filled with remorse. "I thought I could handle it on my own, but things got worse during the training class."

"It's okay, Shōta," you reassured him, your voice gentle yet firm. “Take care. I'll be here when you're ready to come home."

There was a brief pause before he spoke again, his voice softening. "Thank you," he murmured. "I appreciate your support more than you know.

You could hear the fatigue in his voice – and it only deepened your concern. "Are you in pain? Is there anything I can do for you?"

Aizawa's voice carried a hint of exhaustion as he replied, "I'm not in too much pain, just feeling drained. Recovery Girl has given me some medication. It should help with the symptoms. As for what you can do, your voice alone is already comforting."

You couldn't help but smile at his words, grateful you could provide solace even from a distance. "I'm glad to hear that.” You said. “Just remember to follow Recovery Girl's advice and take it easy. Your health is the most important thing right now, okay?”

"I will," Aizawa assured you. "I'll do my best to rest and recover quickly. I don't want to worry you any further."

"I appreciate your determination," you replied with a giggle. "But seriously, please don't hesitate to reach out if you need anything. I'm here for you, Shōta."

Aizawa's voice softened, filled with appreciation. "Thank you for always being there for me," he said sincerely, "Thank you for everything." He whispered.

The warmth in his words made your heart swell. "You don't have to thank me, Shōta. I love you." You replied, your voice filled with affection. "I'll be counting down the moments until you're back home. For now, focus on getting better. Recovery Girl will take good care of you."

"I'll make sure to rest and recover properly," he promised. “And I love you too. Can’t wait to get home.” He answered, his voice carrying a mix of exhaustion and tenderness.

"Take all the time you need," you said softly. "I'll be right here when you return.”

Then, you bid Aizawa a gentle goodbye, a sense of both longing and determination filling your heart, ready to support him every step of the way.

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