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saylor-twift · 5 months

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alright, so first off. This is my first time doing a req to a creator/author/writer I admire so much so hopefully I won't cause any confusion— ">-< but could you uhh do a wanderer x reader unrequited love? (eg: wanderer prefers someone over reader) I really want more angst to read and also with this topic. You don't have to take this request if you're not comfortable!

(❄️. SHON)

Yes yes I can!! This is such a coincidence cause I just recently made a very similar request to one of my mutuals haha. Recently I’ve lowkey had this brain rot of Wanderer having feelings for the traveler (Lumine) because i’ve been reading so much Scaralumi lmfao and it lowkey makes me kinda salty even tho i love them to death so that’s kinda the direction this will take :) Thanks so much for asking!!

side note: I’m so fking angry i literally had this whole thing proofread and totally ready like an hour and a half ago when my tumblr fucking shuts down and deletes all my work and I had already deleted it off the google doc so I could paste the version from tumblr so i had to go restore the google doc and ughhh it caused me an extra hour of work cause i had to proofread everything again. anyways, please enjoy :)

Live is to Love, as Love is to Hurt

word count: 6801

also heads up for anyone who doesn’t know, I like to refer to Wanderer as Kunimitsu cause that’s the name I gave him :)

Everyone knows, or should know at least, that when one decides to accept something, anything, that they are also agreeing to take on each and every single thing that comes with it. To look forward to the rebirth of spring means also accepting that the barren, frosty breath of winter will indeed return, turning the once lush gardens of the world into sharp, jagged blades of grass and trees devoid of green. The same is true when you decide to accept somebody into your life. You must know that no matter how benevolent and perfect to you they may seem, fate has its mishaps, and doesn’t always play a fair game. And yet there’s one more thing, one might think after learning all these things that the way they will be better off is to never take risks. And supposedly yes, maybe you won’t get hurt, but you also won’t live. Because to live is to love, to live is to hurt, to live is to heal.

This current chapter of life feels strikingly similar to one of those slice of life novels you’d expect to find at the bookstore on the corner of the street. Only it wasn’t something you read whilst sipping tea on a sunday afternoon, it’s more like the type of heart-breaking piece of literature you finish late on friday nights, the kind that leaves you restless and contemplating the rest of the weekend. Or in this case, the rest of the month. And instead of seeing yourself in the life of the main character and mourning for them as if they were your own, the one who hurts is you, and it feels like nobody from the sidelines is mourning on your behalf. It’s almost ridiculous the amount of times you’ve mentally punched yourself for being this distraught, doesn’t everybody experience heartbreak at least once in their life? Maybe they do, but not everyone feels it this hard. Not everyone devotes every single inch of love in their hearts towards one singular person, only to have it blown out like the candles on a birthday cake, because the candles of the one you love burn for somebody who isn’t you.

And maybe if you were younger, if you were less understanding, if you had less control… you would be vengeful, heart full of nothing but envy for the lovely woman whose presence has his full attention. But you’re not, because you’ve grown. You’re older, you’re wiser, you understand. You understand the kind of pain such a mindset would inflict not only on the people around you, but also yourself. It’s truly hard to feel hate for that beautiful woman. She’s ever so kind, and strong, and beautiful and perfect and everything you’ve somehow convinced yourself that you’re not. She’s never wronged you, it’s not her fault. Truthfully, it’s not anyone’s fault. But that won’t change the fact that it hurts. In fact, it maims your very soul more than any pain you could have felt before. Most people would wonder why you even felt for him in the first place if they knew the history the two of you had. Yet the answer comes clear as day. To feel such comfort around him is something that rarely comes from other people. You know you can speak your mind on a bad day without scaring him off, and he knows, you hope he knows, that you’d put up with and listen to him as much as he needed as well. You love the way you always have to stifle a laugh whenever he makes an inappropriate comment, or how he’s unafraid to let you know when you’re wrong. How he always has to ponder the mysteries of the world at such a deep level, never taking things at face-value. And how he always hears you out from your perspective, never making you feel crazy or out of place for your seemingly otherworldly ideas.

Maybe it irked you at first, his insouciant and immature behavior, but it’s difficult to keep lying to yourself when really you knew deep down how endearing it felt, to have someone close enough to share such experiences with. And yet, through all of this, it seemed you had read him all wrong. This was the first time you had ever loved someone this deeply, let alone loved at all. People these days, especially young people, seem to lack the mental complexities you’d prefer in a partner. You wanted someone you could love and understand, not just some accessory at the hip to just brag and boast about. Even with all the times he’d berated you with insults and poked fun at your mishaps, he still possessed a sort of depth to his mentality, the kind that honestly made you fawn over the way you could hold meaningful conversations without feeling like you didn’t belong. If you recall correctly, he did mention once that he wasn’t a fan of small talk. Maybe that was just the way he was, or maybe it came as a result of his seemingly never ending history of trauma. (it made your heart clench just thinking about it, but you rarely brought it up. You knew all too well he wasn’t fond of the subject)

It only made sense he managed to snatch your heart right up into an unbreakable death grip. You were in love with him, for sure and certain. And it was likely that undying inferno, clouding your correct judgment in a cloud of smoke and ash, that led you to be here in this scene, the very moment that truly broke your heart, for the very first time.

You’d seen him with the girl a number of times, and to be fair, neither of them had ever confirmed any affection for the other, so perhaps you were just overthinking it all. Maybe to think such things would only be setting yourself up for disappointment, but for now, that could be left to the future. Maybe, if you were to get over your fears and doubts for just a moment, you would tell him. Maybe plan something for just the two of you, like they do in those cheap romance novels, and over a glass of zaytun peach lemonade, you look him in the eyes and say, “I love you.” And he would reply with, “Yes, so do I.” And the day would end however the author of said cheap romance novel sees fit.

And so you decide to do exactly that.

You find yourself sitting in immense regret as you wait outside the doors to the Akedemiya, anxiously picking at the cuticle of one of your nails as the unforgiving sun beats down on the back of your head. You’ll likely never fully get used to Sumeru’s weather. Typically at this time of the week, he attends the usual Vahumana lecture, begrudgingly of course. That was one of the things he was fond of complaining to you about, specifically the professor, whom he described as a “sulking old wench on the verge of death.” Maybe the description was a little much, but it elicited little giggles out of you nonetheless. And as the clock hits two in the afternoon, your anticipation only increases as you watch the door open and close, pairs of students leaving in intervals. You instantly perk up as you see his slender figure push its way out from the large wooden doors, making a beeline directly away from where everyone else was heading. Caught up in simply admiring him as he strolls away, lost in a daze, you suddenly snap out of your daydream as the realization hits you that he’s the reason you’re here. If he gets away, you’ll lose your chance.

With one last quick, deep breath of reassurance, you jog up to his side before he’s too far away, bouncing on the balls of your feet. “Hey, hold on!” You call out, cheeks instantly redding as he cocks his head in your direction with a (thankfully) only mildly annoyed expression. Having a crush is so much more mortifying than you would have ever anticipated. “Hey-“

“What?” He interrupts, clearly already exasperated with whatever antics he thinks you intend to throw his way. “How was school?” You inquire, jogging up to his side again as he quickens his pace out of annoyance. “Don’t ask questions like that, I’m not your child.”

“Fine, my fault for wanting to know how you’re doing. I have a request for you.” You press on, not wanting to waste much time with his brashness. “I’m going to decline.” He insists. “No, you won’t. Well, maybe you will. But i’m politely requesting that you accept.”

“Well, you have to tell me what it even is first, no?”

You mentally roll your eyes. He always had to be like this, didn’t he? “I’m getting there. I was, um.. wondering if you were going to be busy this afternoon?” You question, cringing at the way the words failed to come out as smoothly as you had originally intended. He scoffs at this, followed by a laugh. “You’re hilarious. What do you actually want from me?”

“..what do you mean? I’m asking if you have any plans for the rest of today.”

“Why? Is Kusanali being overly dependent on her little errand boy again? I would’ve thought she would tell me herself, not send some messenger.”

This causes you to cringe. Despite the immense progress he’s made, he still can’t comprehend the fact that there are people who actually care for him and don’t see him as just some sort of a tool. “Oh come on, is that really the conclusion you’re going to jump to?” You ask with a hand on your hip. “What other reasons could you possibly have for seeking me out? Don’t tell me you actually want to spend time with me?” He quirks an eyebrow in amusement as he crosses his arms. He enjoys messing with you, he really does. “And what if I do?” You respond with an equally smug expression, seemingly forgetting about your previous nervousness and relishing in the fact that you can lightheartedly tease each other like this. “Then I’d tell you that you’re a fool. I don’t see any possible way you could benefit from being around me.”

“Why do you do this? Is it really so difficult to imagine that people enjoy being around you? Haven’t you spent enough time around me to know I’m not joking?”

He sighs, half in exasperation and half in defeat. “So you’re really saying you came all the way out here because you want to waste your afternoon on me? If I agree to whatever escapade you have planned, will you leave me alone then?” His voice is only slightly, but definitely noticeably softer than it was before. “I wouldn’t call it a waste. Please give yourself some credit.” You insist. “Fine, I’ll indulge you this once. But I better not hear any more of this.” He says, only mildly displeased. You smile madly to yourself, biting a lip as you fight to contain yourself, at least for the time required to form your next sentence. “Okay well, I’m not letting you back out now. Can we agree to meet somewhere then?”

“..if you insist.”

And not much longer after that, the two of you had agreed to meet a few hours later in the evening outside of the Grand Bazaar. Zubayr Theater had planned that day to host a small festival in honor of what Nilou liked to call it’s “grand reopening”. Following recent events, the matra of the Akedemiya had decided to lay back on some of their laws and views regarding the arts, meaning that the theater was free to perform as openly as it liked, with some rules, of course. Needless to say, Nilou was absolutely ecstatic. She’d choreographed a whole show solely for the sake of reopening, and the streets of Sumeru City were plastered with all of the posters and flyers. Not only were you more than happy to come and support your good friend and her passions, you were also quite fond of the arts and always enjoyed a good performance. Not to mention it made a decent first date spot for two aspiring lovers. (“Date” was a strong word, and you were fully aware of the fact that a date was not what this was. Nonetheless, you couldn’t help but daydream about such things.)

You’d graciously purchased a ticket for yourself as well as for him, much to his surprise. “And what if I hadn’t decided to show up? What would you do with your wasted money then?” He quirks as the two of you walk inside the theater, breathing in the scent of spices mixed with floral perfumes. “Well you’re here aren’t you? That means I don’t have to worry about that. But if for some crazy reason you did decide to ditch me, I’d just find some lucky unsuspecting stranger who’d appreciate a theater ticket much more.” You reply. “Of course you would. Always so generous.” He quips, not lacking his usual sarcasm. “Well what would you rather I do with it?” You question curiously. He scoffs. “That's not what I meant, your answer was fine. I’m just saying it’s so very like you.”

“Whatever, just come on. I think you might actually enjoy this, Nilou is very talented!” You chirp, skipping ahead to the doors of the auditorium, your enthusiasm showing right through. In truth, you had decided to bring him to a quiet place such as a theater as an excuse to not have to make too much conversation with him. The long performances would give you plenty of time to come up with what you were going to say once the time came. As guilty as it made you feel, you really only paid a fraction of attention to the lovely performance as your thoughts were lost elsewhere. It was finally beginning to dawn on you how anxious you really were, and a pool of regret starts forming in your chest as your mind conjures up all of the worst possible scenarios. He’s not exactly known for being the most compassionate person, so fear of rejection was only worse in this case. Would he ridicule you, or would he simply spit venom in your face like there’s no tomorrow? Either way, whether this night would turn out for the worse or for the better, you were too far in to turn back now. At least, that’s what you tried to convince yourself.

He didn’t seem to have much to say himself either, only making a snide remark as the curtains opened and remaining mostly silent for the rest of the performance. You’d almost say he was enamored with the dancers, watching them with a lovely sort of infatuation, almost as if he was also lost in his own little world. You find yourself continuously sneaking glances at him, whether to try and catch some sort of emotion on his face or simply just to look at him, you weren’t entirely sure. If he notices your constant little glances, he makes no comment. With a final flourish of sounds, music and lights that snaps you out of your anxiety-filled little daze, you zone back into the stage as the audience roars with applause and the curtains slowly come to a close. You breath in deep for your nose, realizing that you can no longer hide in the darkness and music of the theater. And for the first time since the beginning of the whole show, he speaks up. “You know, I might have doubted you a bit too much. It would be a lie to say that wasn’t a little enjoyable. You’re right, that girl does have some talent.”

Taking a minute to actually process that he was speaking to you, you blink a couple of times before turning to face him. “O-oh! See? I told you. Are you realizing now that you don’t always have to be so pessimistic?” He quirks an eyebrow at the way you appear to be so startled, but chooses to make no mention of it. “I hate to break it to you, but one night of little dance performances isn’t going to change my philosophy, no matter how much you want it to.” He chuckles as the two of you start to filter out with the rest of the crowd. “Maybe not tonight, but I bet one day I will.”

“Mhm. Good luck with that.”

By the time you exit the theater, the sun has almost completely gone down, only casting the city in the faintest remnants of orange and yellows. The ambience of the night can only be described as tranquil with the way it bathes the buildings in its warm purples and cooler blues. It fits him so well, you think. So well, you don’t even realize you’re staring. The moonlight illuminates the carefully sculpted features of his face, making him appear as if he were straight from one of the paintings of the masters. The artist clearly has a steady hand, with each brush stroke being carefully placed to exact precision, the colors fading into each other absolutely beautifully. It truly is a once in a lifetime experience to get the chance to lay eyes on somebody this breathtaking. You’re a sight for eyes, Kunimitsu. Are the words your brain decides to conjure up following this butterfly-inducing observation. But of course, such moments can only live so long as he decides to cut you off with a rather embarrassing reality check. “You’re staring. Something you want to say?”

The blush attacks your cheeks faster than you can even blink, eyes widening for but a moment. You’ve been caught red handed, nothing you can do about that. Instead of averting your gaze in shyness, you grasp tightly to that little sliver of confidence left from the beginning of this whole endeavor, using it as assistance for crafting your next words. “Hmm.. maybe there is.” The words fall out flawlessly, gaze never leaving his. And then there it is again, that familiar feeling of teeny tiny butterflies making themselves at home in the pit of your stomach with the way his eyes meet yours. “Then I think we should go find a place to sit. There’s… actually something I’ve been meaning to discuss with you as well.” He replies, with him being the one to break eye contact instead of you. If you strain your ears just hard enough, you swear he sounds uncharacteristically softer than usual, and you instantly wonder if he’s thinking the same thing you are. And with the way he immediately follows by tilting his hat down to cover his expression and quickens his pace, he has to be, you think. “Good. I wanted a drink, anyway.”

You imagine yourself being patted on the shoulder reassuringly, it’s truly now or never. You’re by yourself again, waiting in a surprisingly short line for lemonade. Disappointingly, the clearly under-staffed lemonade stand had quickly run out of many of the good flavors, including your favorite, zaytun peach. Deciding not to let it get you down, you settle on two glasses of plain lemonade, figuring that the Wanderer would prefer that kind anyway. You still hadn’t figured out what his deal was when it came to food. He didn’t seem like a picky eater, but he always grimaced anytime anyone made a comment regarding anything gooey and sweet. You hadn’t quite figured out if he hated all sweet things, or if it was just sweet things that also happened to be sticky… but no matter, if the citrus drink happened to not be to his liking, that was the least important concern on your mind at the moment. With annoyingly shaky hands and an increased heart rate, you take the two cool glasses of lemonade and make your way over to where your companion has already claimed a spot at a table, shaded and secluded away from the rest of the festival-goers.

You set the cups down, which he barely even acknowledges. Neither do you, practically forgetting about their entire existence the moment your legs hit the smooth wooden structure of the chair. He shifts in his seat, almost uncomfortably, you note, turning to face you. Much to your chagrin, he decides not to say anything, leaving the two of you in a dreadfully uncomfortable silence. “So-“

“You wanted to tell me something?” You interrupt. Truly you weren’t sure why, though it was most likely because you were trying to find some last minute way to further procrastinate your confession. He pauses for a moment, before inhaling sharply, followed by an unnecessarily long exhale. “I… suppose I do. I’ve given this quite a bit of thought, and I’ve decided that despite the way you annoy me and your persistent show of naivety, I still think you’d have a good outlook on my predicament.” Usually when he makes quips like this, you’d playfully roll your eyes, followed by a witty retort of your own. But it seems that at this point into the night, you’ve already spent up all your previously prepared confidence. Your hands are under the table, one finger working nonstop at picking a loose cuticle, already turning pink and uncomfortable and raw from the friction. “I’ll… try my best. What exactly is it?” Your voice comes out smaller than intended, and you wonder if he can sense your anticipation.

He makes an ‘ugh’ sound as his head drops forward, the bridge of his nose coming to land directly in between his pointer and thumb. “I just… I’m conflicted. I don’t…” This causes you to furrow your brows together at his odd display of vulnerability. It seems he’s at a loss for words, the first time you’ve ever witnessed such a thing. “About… what?” You query, clasping your hands together underneath the table. He squeezes his eyes shut and a forced exhale leaves his nose, and it’s the first time you think you’ve ever seen him willingly show that much emotion around you. “I’ve been… trying to come to terms with something as of late. And I’m just not understanding how all you mortals endure these kinds of things every day, it’s honestly appalling.” He lifts his head up from between his fingers, looking at you concernedly, as if he really was being honest about how he felt. “Okay, well first of all, I doubt that you actually feel things any less than the ordinary human, you just like to hide it. Second, what is it that’s bothering you even? You’re concerning me.” You comment. He scoffs. “The amount I feel is not the point. I am incredibly disturbed by this, and you are the only person I feel can advise me on what to do. You’re quite the expert on emotions, after all.”

You’re not quite sure whether he’s giving you a compliment or calling you emotional, but it didn’t matter. The fact that he’s even coming to you about something that clearly means so much to him hints at the fact that there might be some greater feeling lingering behind all of this. You’re about to open your mouth to ask once again what he means by all this, but he beats you to it, and you swear you see the apples of his cheeks turn a dusty rose color. “I keep having this reoccurring thought, about a person… that I may hold some sort of fondness for..”

Your breath hitches. This whole time your well-thought out (more like impulsive, but you digress) plan was to get him alone so that you would have to work up the courage on your own to confess to him. But now, was he going to do it for you? Would you be getting the happy ending you’d daydreamed about for so long? You zone out for the better part of his speech, attention only coming back for the last few words.

“…your friend, actually. You know, the one with the (color) hair? Surely you’ve noticed? That’s why I’m telling you, you’re the only one I feel even remotely comfortable with giving this information.”

What.

With those words, you swear you could literally feel your face turn white . Could you perhaps have misheard? Is he alluding to something else? It’s almost like you’re in denial. The only physical reaction this confession seems to get out of you is a blank stare, while your mind on the other hand is practically on a wild rampage. The man you love more than anything, more than life, more than the sun, more than yourself, sitting in front of you, telling you directly to your face that his heart belongs to somebody whose name is not yours. Whose whole persona you wish so dearly could be your own. And the audacity to ask for advice on what to do was really just the cherry on top. You feel absolutely mortified, like there’s a sizzling flame, a light in your stomach making you feel like you’d vomit the entirety of your organs at any given moment. He couldn’t possibly be lying either, with the way his whole demeanor seems to change to a completely different person when he speaks about her. He seems so oddly vulnerable telling you about how he feels. At the very least, he trusts you more than most to be so willingly sharing his thoughts with you. That’s something, at least.

After a short moment too long of silence, you blink away your surprise, putting on a soft expression that reads ‘congratulations, I’m so happy for you’ despite the ache forming in your heart. “Ah, is that so? You know, I think it’s great you’re allowing yourself this. She’s a beautiful girl, I’m sure she loves you just as much.” Gods, that hurt more than anything else you’ve ever had to say before. He pauses for a moment before speaking again, and you fear it’s because he’s noticed your trepidation. “You’re very perceptive for a mortal, you know. That much I’ve picked up on, if not anything else. So is that really what you think then? That she could really harbor any sort of affection for me, despite what I’ve done?” And if that doesn’t hurt even more. The first reason being that he clearly loves this girl even deeper than you’d originally thought, the second being that he still believes himself to be so inherently undesirable that he has to ask you for confirmation that another could love him back. And of course he’s lovable, he’s literally taken your very soul and intertwined it with his own.

“Kunimitsu, how could she not? Do you really not see anything in yourself of any value? Of course you’re loved. Despite what you think of yourself, and what you think others should think, you are meant to be cared for just as you are. I- she can see the way you’ve changed, and your efforts to heal and become better. If someone like you cares for her, there isn’t any possible way you aren’t dear to her as well.” The reason these words come out so easily can only be explained by the feelings you harbor so deeply for him. Maybe it sounds too much like a confession of your own, and despite trying to make yourself believe you say it for his own good, you know deep down it’s really because you want to relieve some of that ache for yourself. He looks at you in a relieved sort of way, almost endearing, yet still not fully believing. “Do I really deserve this..?” His eyes are by far the softest you’ve ever seen as he practically begs you to confirm it for him again. And damn it if you didn’t love him so much, if you weren’t so eager to please him. “You do. You really, truly do.” If only he knew how good you’d treat him if you were the one he longed for. If only he knew how hot your flame burned for him, if only he knew the way you longed to hold, caress, and simply just love him. And so you decide you can bear to look at him no longer, lest you break down in tears. “It’s getting a bit late, I think. I hope you think about what I told you. Good night, Kuni.”

You stand up, not really caring anymore if you seemed to end the night too abruptly. Maybe it was selfish to leave just like that, and maybe he could tell you were upset, but none of that mattered. Right now, you really wanted to just put yourself first for once. Nearly the instant you consider yourself far enough away from him or anyone else, you begin to break down. You roughly cover your mouth with the palm of your hand to cover the sound of a pathetic little sob that escapes your vocal chords. A shaky inhale follows as large droplets of salty tears quickly make their way down your cheeks from the corners of your eyes. Your other arm wraps around your midsection at a subconscious attempt at self comfort. You collapse against the slide of a building, sliding down the wall until you’re fully seated on the ground, allowing your emotions to fully take a hold of you. For what feels almost never ending, you cry and cry and cry until you don’t have it in you to produce anything more. You take another shaky breath, whether to calm yourself down or to replace all the oxygen lost, you’re not sure. It doesn’t really help either way.

After several more minutes of just sitting there, hugging your knees to your chest and looking up absentmindedly at the night sky, quite literally contemplating everything about your life, you’re snapped out of your thoughts by the sounds of soft footsteps coming down the cobblestone road. You panic, desperately not wanting anyone to see you in such a state. Upon further inspection, the sounds of the approaching person become clearer. It sounds as if the owner isn’t wearing any shoes. Instead, there’s also the faintest sound of jingling bells. Turning your head slightly to the side, you catch a glimpse of exactly who seems to be approaching, and you sigh in relief. You actually wouldn’t mind a little company from this person, if they even notice you hiding in the depths of your despair. The little dendro archon strolls casually down the street, seeming to be thinking of nothing but how tranquil the ambience is. Part of you wants to step out from your hiding place and greet her, the other urging you to curl away even further. Neither of the thoughts win, resulting in you staying exactly where you are.

The white-haired little sprout hums an old Sumeruen tune as she bounces on the balls of her feet, not a care in the world. Your heart warms a little at the sight. Just as the thought finishes passing through your love-sick mind, she cocks her head to the side, noticing your presence. With a little pleased gasp, she bounces right over to you. “(Name), I’ve been looking all over for you! Why are you sitting all alone?”

You give her a smile, only half attempting to conceal your distress. You don’t really want her to question you about your misfortune, yet at the same time, it would feel really nice to tell somebody you trusted as much as her about it. “Hi, Nahida. I’m just taking a breather, I guess. It’s really nice out tonight, isn’t it?” Your voice is soft and smooth, as it usually is when making conversation with her. “It is indeed! I was just out taking a walk myself. My intention was actually to find you, I was wondering if you had made it to the festival. It seems I ended up getting a bit distracted… so I’d say it’s actually quite lucky I managed to run into you here. Silly me!” She sits down next to you, bells rustling against each other. Her short legs stick out straight and she rests her hands atop her lap. “You were looking for me? What for exactly?” You curiously ask, resting your cheek on the palm of your hand while your head turns to look at her. Your eyelashes are still clustered together in little points as a result of the river of tears just a few minutes prior.

She taps a finger against her chin, a typical habit of hers reserved for thinking. “To be honest… I don’t think I really had a reason. I was just seeking your company! Ever since I met you and the traveler, I’ve found that I quite enjoy spending time with my friends.” This elicits a giggle from you. She didn’t even intend for it to be a compliment, her comment was pure honesty. But nevertheless it succeeded in making you feel a little better to know that you were on her mind, even if she had no idea what you were feeling at the moment. “Well I’m glad you found me then. Did you go to the festival today?”

“No, I didn’t get the chance to. But…” She trails off, giving you a puzzled yet concerned expression.

“Is there something on your mind? I know I’m not an expert yet on human emotions, but I feel as if you are acting differently than you normally do.”

She sits patiently, waiting for a response. True, she had a bit of a hard time contemplating the more complex emotions of humans, but she was still one of the most empathetic people you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.

You sigh, might as well tell her the truth. “Nahida, I… you’re right. I am thinking about something. I just don’t know exactly how to tell you..” Your gaze falls down, suddenly you become more interested in picking at your cuticles than the inquisitive girl beside you. She hums in understanding. “I see...” She sits in silence, words failing to find her. They don’t seem to come to you either.

“..shall I read your mind? Not to intrude, but do you think it would help? Would you like me to know what’s wrong?” She pressed, almost carefully. After a bit of trial and error, the young archon had learned that most people don’t appreciate being bluntly asked for their feelings. So, she’d learned to take things with a bit more heed. Any other day, you probably would have laughed, telling her not to worry herself over you. But, thanks to none other than Nahida herself, you’d begun to slowly become a bit more open with how you felt. She’d advised, after reading some self-help book on managing emotions, that you start telling people when you felt something that made you hurt. And as honestly awkward as it was, it was helping. In lieu of a response, you nod your head in answer to her question with a small ‘mhm’ sound, the words once again failing to come to you.

She nods her head as well, giving your shoulder a gentle pat before ever so softly taking your hand in both of hers, treating it as if it were a fragile glass ornament. She gives it a soft kiss before grasping it more firmly, shutting her eyelids before beginning the process of entering your consciousness. Without even trying, you replay the events of earlier that afternoon in your mind, cringing the whole way through. It brought a tough sort of ache into your chest, sort of like bread dough with too much flour. After only a few more seconds of replaying painful scenes and holding your breath without even realizing, she opens her eyes, but chooses not to release your hand just yet. When her expression meets yours, it can only be described as sorrowfully compassionate.

“Oh…” Is the only sound that escapes her lips. You smile sadly and attempt to laugh in order to lighten the mood, regretting it instantly the second the noise emitted from your throat turns into a sob. You cover your mouth with your hand as the tears return yet again. Nahida stands on her knees to better reach you, wrapping her small arms around your shoulders, patting your back comfortingly. “I am so, so, so sorry (Name). If only I had known… he hadn’t even told me about his feelings for her.” She coos. Speaking through your tears, you make an attempt to defend her position. “It’s not- It’s not your fault. It’s not anyone’s fault. But it doesn’t make it hurt any less.” You let your head hang low with no more energy left to hold it high.

“You know that I’ve never experienced such heartbreak personally, but I can imagine it hurts just as much as you say. Please don’t start to think anything less of yourself because of this, you are still perfect.” She lifts herself from the embrace, holding your head in both of her hands. You look up at her with tear stained cheeks that glisten in the moonlight, giving a watery laugh. “Nahida, you are so nice to me. You think you don’t understand emotions, but you still care about mine more than a lot of people I’ve met.”

“It’s my duty as the Archon of Sumeru, isn’t it? I must attend to all the needs of my people. Political, physical, and I also believe emotional. And as one of my newfound friends, I need to take care of you too.” She smiles, resembling that of a proud child after their mother congratulated them on a well-earned school grade. It makes you smile too. “I guess it is then. Thank you, Nahida. You are really a good friend.”

“And so are you! Now, I want you to promise me something, okay? Go to bed tonight as soon as you can, get lots of good rest. And tomorrow make sure to eat a healthy breakfast and get lots of sunshine. Sunshine is proven to lift moods significantly! Can you do that for me?” She counsels, this time resembling that of a mother caring for her ill child. You nod in agreement. “Sure. I’ll try my best.” You know full well agreeing to her worried demands was only to make her happy. Truthfully, you’re not sure for how long this heartbreak will plague your mind. It’s not everyday the love of your life blatantly states to your face that they love somebody who isn’t you. Some people would get angry when faced with a situation like this. Angry at the boy, angry at the other. Angry at themselves, even. But as of right now, you can’t find it in you to be angry. The feeling lingering behind from the shipwreck only seems to be a deep sort of pain, the kind that hollows out your chest and resides deep in the darkest of corners, it’s shadows seeping out to infest every single inch of you. Despite the sunshine peeking in, maybe from the kind words of a friend such as Nahida, the shadows don’t seem all that repulsed by it. When you were younger, you once told yourself you weren’t interested in the idea of falling in love. After reading so many books, nothing about the topic ever appealed to you. But as most people know, lives hardly go as they are planned, hardly follow along with the intentions. You hadn’t meant to fall in love with him, you hadn’t even tried. And maybe that’s what made it hurt so bad, because it seemed the universe had surprised you with a gift so lovely. You accepted, because who wouldn’t turn down such a generous item? Only to find out the universe had made a mistake, that lovely present tied with a satin bow was not in fact made for you, but rather instead for the lovely person next door with sparkling eyes like diamonds and a heart of gold.

Right now, your eyes feel much too clouded to even have a chance at sparkling, and your heart too heavy to be made of anything but black, crumbling coal. Maybe you’ll get over him, or maybe you won’t. Maybe this will be the kind of first love that stays by your side the rest of your life, the kind you tell stories to your grandchildren about when they ask you if you’ve ever been in love. Or maybe the fates will have a change of heart and decide to grant you the wish you’ve been so desperately clinging on to. Either way, you love him. And there will always be a part of you that hopes, maybe, he’ll love you too.

#genshin impact #wanderer #genshin impact x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID WITH THE LEMONADE #IM SO PROUD #i’m gonna go back and proofread this again cause i think i missed some stuff :(

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inevitably-johnlocked · 6 days

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Five Fics Friday: April 19/24

Happy Friday everyone! Check out today's selection of fics to get you through the weekend! And be sure to give the boosted fic some extra love, as it JUST finished being written! :D Enjoy!!

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The Curious Case of the Casablanca Killer by meet_me_in_samarra (G, 55,886 w., 16 Ch. || Post THoB, Case Fic, Bromance / Friendship, Clever John, John is a Conductor of Light, BAMF John / Sherlock, Sassy John, Cheeky Sherlock) – Deemed a three at best, the case of an invisible burglar in a historic cinema who stole nothing only caught Sherlock’s attention because he was bored. Also, he wanted to do John a favour. In the end, this proved to be a real stroke of luck. Otherwise, Sherlock would have missed an intriguing mystery that quickly ramped up in complexity.

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Licence to Kiss by fellshish (T, 13,740 w., 4 Ch. || Post-ASiB, Bond Jokes, Angst and Humour, First Kiss, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Mutual Pining) – John loves James Bond. For his Birthday, Sherlock decides to organise a spy adventure. Sherlock begs Mycroft for a real case with some extra gadgets. And perhaps some actors pretending to be criminals. What could possibly go wrong?

Guess Who's Coming for Christmas Dinner by Raina_at (E, 18,623+ w., 2/4 Ch. || WiP || University AU || Fake / Pretend Relationship, Accidental Fake Dating, , Oblivious John / Sherlock, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship, Christmas, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Alcohol, Past Drug Use, Not-Nice Holmes Family) – Sherlock hates spending Christmas with his snobby parents. John has nowhere to go over the holidays. The heat in 221B is broken and their fridge is empty. Plus, Sherlock's parents will hate John. So of course Sherlock takes John along. It's not his fault that his parents assume John's his boyfriend. Of course John is perfect and all, but Sherlock doesn't do romance. So what harm can there be in pretending, if it makes his parents this mad?

Only Yesterday by Berty (T, 43,378+ w., 17/18 Ch. || Alternate Timelines / 'Yesterday' AU || Post-TRF, POV John, Grief, Mental Instability, Angst, Unrequited Love, Suspense, Scotland, Hurt John, Developing Relationship, Doctor John, John is a Mess) – Sherlock has been gone for two years and John Watson is doing okay. He goes to work. He sleeps (sometimes). He eats. He has colleagues, some of whom are even friends. He has purpose. If it's not a life as others might view it, it's a fair approximation. It's fine. He's fine. One night the lights go out and when they come back on everything is the same except for one important thing. For John it's theÂ mostÂ important thing. And suddenly John is not fine at all.

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Magic Like You by Anonymous (NR [M], 9,714 w., 5 Ch. || LOKI SERIES || Post-S2, Light Angst, Soft, Friends to Lovers, Jotunn Loki, Pining Loki, Heavy Pining, Bed Sharing, Jealous Loki, POV Loki, Living Together, First Kiss/Time) – Loki and Mobius are trying to carve out a new life for themselves after all the chaos and hurt and destruction that was caused by the TVA. This story explores Loki's new life and his relationship to Mobius through magic. (With lots of stupid fun and soft moments along the way, because with these two, it's inevitable.)

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sidekick-hero · 2 months

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What a month! 29 days (thank you leap year), 29 fics, 51k words. I had so much fun doing @steddielovemonth and challenge myself to write something every single day.

You can find all my entries under the Read More ⬇️

Carry You (mature | wc: 4k | tags: drug addiction, hurt Eddie Munson, post break-up, hopeful ending | prompt: Love is letting someone take care of you | AO3)

My arms belong around you (mature | wc: 509 | cw: mild smut | prompt: Love is bodies touching, whether it’s soft cuddles or sliding together towards orgasm by | AO3)

Rooting for you (explicit | wc: 2.6k | tags: open ending, mention of Eddie/OMC, short Steve/OFC scene, frat boy steve, modern au, fuckbuddies, not really unrequited love | prompt: Love is being terrified but not letting that stop you from taking the leap | AO3)

Slaying Dragons (general | wc: 2.1k | cw: none | tags: childhood friends, Eddie lives, fluff and tiny bit of angst | AO3)

Hate to be lame (mature | wc: 1.1k | tags: spy au, spy boyfriends, established relationship | prompt: Love is sitting in comfortable silence together doing their own thing by | AO3)

We can be heroes (general | wc: 1.2k | tags: feelings realization, Kas!Eddie (flashback), smoking weed together, boys in love | prompt: Love is what makes you brave | AO3)

true colors (explicit | wc: 2.1k | tags: getting together, fluff, love confessions, Steve takes care of Eddie | Love is the heartbeat I can feel when I hug him | AO3)

He was sweet like honey (explicit | wc: 2.7k | tags: friends with benefits, they are in love your honor they are just bad with words, food sex (ice cream), slight dom/sub undertones (dom Steve/sub Eddie), blowjobs | prompt: Love is sharing food | AO3)

Safe Haven (teen | wc: 3.2k | tags: werewolf!Steve, Human!Eddie, hurt!Steve, Eddie taking care of Steve, minor characters death | prompt: Love is feeling safe | AO3)

are you still mine? (teen | wc: 2.4k | tags: future fic, steddie in their 40s, second chances, mutual pining, happy ending | prompt: Love is the hope for a future together | AO3)

the past, the future, through death my arms are open (mature | wc: 2.1k | tags: mutual pining, Eddie/OMC (nothing explicit), memory of the past | second part to are you still mine? where Steve remembers another moment from their shared past | prompts: Love is keeping a spare sweater/blanket in the car because they always get cold and Love is showing up when someone doesn’t ask | AO3)

sink you teeth (explicit | wc: 563 words | tags: vampire!eddie, blood drinking, smut, established relationship, part 2 of Love from the other side | prompt: Love is being late to work because you can’t ever say goodbye in a reasonable amount of time | AO3 )

Butterfly Effect (mature | wc: 1.5k | tags: friends with benefits, Eddie Munson is bad at feelings, but Steve makes him talk about them anyway, at least in metaphors, emotional hurt/comfort | prompt: Love is letting yourself be loved | AO3)

when we were made it was no accident (teen | wc: 1.2k | tags: rockstar!eddie, drummer!steve, secret relationship, part of @thefreakandthehair and @firefly-party and mine project pickup note | prompt: love is staying in bed for five extra minutes because you can’t tear yourself away from them just yet | art by Kei | story in the same verse by Lex | AO3)

that ultra-kind of love (you never walk away from) (teen | wc: 509 | tags: established relationship, first time, virgin!eddie, just soft boys being soft, not the actual smut I am sorry | prompt: Love is terrifying | AO3)

Let Go ( explicit | wc: 509 | tags: established relationship, fluff and smut, soft boys being soft | prompt: Love is helping them unwind after a rough day | AO3)

Someone New (teen | wc: 1.7k | tags: established relationship, rockstar!eddie, soft boys, Steve takes care of Eddie, Vecna aftermath | prompt: Love is a warm hug | AO3)

only soul I ever saved (explicit | wc: 1.1k | tags: established relationship, sub!eddie, top!eddie, dom!steve, bottom!steve, porn with feelings, Good Boy Eddie | prompt: Love is liking the version of yourself you are with them the best| AO3)

something about us (teen | wc: 1.4k | tags: college au, meet-cute thank to a fire alarm | prompt: Love is giving him your sweater even if it makes you cold | AO3)

take you with me (mature | wc: 2.1k | tags: outlaw!eddie, future fic, starcrossed lovers finding each other, happy ending, the happy ending to he’s all that I’ve got (don’t take that sinner from me) we deserve | prompt: Love is the only thing we can take with us | AO3)

safe & sound (teen | wc: 2.5k | tags: different first meeting, emotional hurt/comfort | summary: What happens when Steve meets Eddie Munson, who has just failed his senior year for the first time, during one of his nightly drives? | prompt: Love is asking, “do you want a blanket?" | AO3)

will you find me in the stars (mature | wc: 2.1k | cw: major character death (temporary, as in reincarnation) | tags: soulmates, starcrossed lovers, reincarnation | summary: In every life, in every universe, they will find each other again. What’s a lifetime if you measure it in eternity? | prompt: Love is a fire that never goes out | AO3)

will you take me home (teen | wc: 2.7k | tags: animal shelter workers Eddie and Chrissy, platonic stobin, background buckingham, Idiots to lovers | prompt: Love is when you look at his lips for half the conversation because you can’t stop thinking about kissing him | AO3)

Anything for love (teen | wc: 790 | tags: established relationship, former jock Steve, Eddie Munson loves Steve Harrington, in fact he’s so in love he would do anything for love | prompt: Love is going out of your way to do something you know will make them happy | AO3)

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie fluff #steddie smut #steddie angst #steddie drabble #steddie au #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #my writing

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the art of craving | pt.1

It's easy to feel like you're floating on the clouds when you're near them, it's easy to have them right under your grasp and feel as if they are yours, but why does it feel as if the more you crave them, the more it all seems to fall down?

alternatively, you're a fluffer, irrevocably in love with the seven you work with and it's hard to navigate through your feelings when your hearts are fluttering messes in the presence of each other.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. porn industry workers!ot7 x f!reader (side f!oc x reader)

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 18+ (mature)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 5.2k :(

𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬. thank you dee @sugakookitty a bunch for this amazing banner and sorry for all the trouble you went through! :( and my lovely pauli @kookstempo who managed to read all this shit and provide some real good feedback :O thanks my love <333

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. im sorry for putting this up so late, i have a blithering headache and want to die. thank you so much for all your support, ily guys :(( hope you enjoy, im pretty nervous since this is not what i uploaded back then but any feedback or comments are appreciated <3 comment or send an ask to be added to the taglist!

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"Cut! Stop filming right now." Namjoon's voice echoed in the studio, making everyone freeze in their spots. The lights were switched off, the film was paused, and breaths hitched, waiting for the next words of the director.

Namjoon was a perfectionist, known to be one of the strictest directors in his line of work. On set, he was a force to be reckoned with, leaving everyone grumpy with how commandeering he could be. It was maybe how the actor’s face had been angled, or how the squelchy sounds of sex appeased his ears, or that one time when the male actor had been way too soft for his liking- he wanted things to go his way, and his way demanded the utmost precision.

It was a shock to him when the three of his best stars’ performances were sub-par.

Misha, the female porn star, had her jaw unhinged, saliva falling from her mouth, black lines of mascara dripping down her face from when she had strained her mouth to take in Taehyung's cock; while Jin, who was pounding her from behind stopped, retreating his hands from her hips, both men slowly pulling out as carefully as they could.

The slick sound that accompanied it was uncomfortable, but it was nothing the people on the set hadn't experienced. The actors slowly moved away from each other's sweaty and cum-covered bodies, waiting just like the others in the studio.

Hoseok and Yoongi were quick on their feet, rushing to hand very expensive silk robes and chilled waters to each of the cast, dabbing their faces with fresh towels. It was important to make sure they looked fresh for each cut, but not enough for it to be evident to the consumer that they did in fact cut the scene in the middle.

Namjoon stepped forward from his position behind the camera, Jungkook trailing behind quickly with a hardboard in his hands, struggling to keep all the papers in his grasp.

Namjoon’s aura was terrifying, especially to Jungkook who was anxious about everything related to said man. It’s as if Namjoon was the devil, controlling all the people in the room like pawns, but Namjoon didn’t think that way. He thought he just paid extra attention to detail, and sure, sometimes he did become angry but he expected everyone to meet standards, his standards.

The director pushed his glasses up with a strained look on his face, jaw clenching every second as he struggled to keep his calm. It was the thought about how imperfect the scene had been that left Namjoon in a fit of pique. He wasn't having a good day today, and to have to experience such a lackluster performance from the team dampened his mood further.

"This is a mess." He stated as soon as he got close enough to the three actors, taking in their tired forms with his equally dull eyes.

"Why? I thought everything was fine?" Misha started after handing her empty bottle to Yoongi, stepping forward with the robe loosely tied around her bare skin.

She looked ethereal without a doubt. Even with fresh streaks of black on her face, her face exuded sensuality, and her body was curved in just the right places for her to garner a relatively large base of loyal fans who were charmed by the way she could get them aroused with just a flutter of her eyes.

"Wait. Someone get ___ from upstairs first." He declared to no one in particular, but the job would be done soon. He had the power, and he knew it. He smirked when he heard thudding on the stairs. The set was quiet enough for him to listen to the labored breathing of the unfortunate man racing to get to the first floor. No one disobeyed Namjoon.

"I'll be there in two minutes!" Your sweet voice called out from the floor above, making the men in the studio anticipate your arrival, shivers spreading down their spines.

"Okay, first of all, you guys are doing a girlfriend-boyfriend roleplay. It’s supposed to be romantic, just a little bit lovey-dovey, yeah? And you guys look like you’re having a one-night stand.” Namjoon sighed.

“Wait- but- the people said they wanted rougher stuff. Go check the comments on Tanhub.” Taehyung countered with an exasperated look on his face.

“I know, and that shooting is scheduled for next week,” And Taehyung shut his mouth. “Anyways, Misha, you look disinterested, and your moaning sounds very forced; genuinely enjoy it, yeah? And you guys look like you are hammering a rabbit with your dicks." Namjoon turned to look at Misha's fucked out face and then at the two men who looked disgusted at the director's comment.

"Tell me that when you don't have a dick as big as Taehyung's down your throat. It's not even my fault, my throat wasn't warmed up properly, and I'm just not in the mood." She grumbled in reply, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Alright, we will do something about that. Is Misha's fluffer on set?" A trembling Jungkook stepped forward from the shadows, cowering under his boss's gaze. He immediately shuffled through the schedule papers in his hands, coming up with nothing, and then he saw you skipping down the stairs.

His gaze was stuck on your form, wearing the shortest pair of shorts he had ever seen on anybody, your ass cheeks falling out and jiggling deliciously with every step you took their way. You hadn't gone easy on them with your crop top either. The cut dipped down all the way from your collarbone, showing off your sternum. The sides of your supple breasts were visible for their eyes to feast on, and boy did they appreciate the sight.

"You called me Mr. Kim?" You chirped, looking over all the people on the floor before your gaze landed on the tallest man in the room.

"Hi Princess, Misha's fluffer didn't come in today?" He smiled, and your heart fluttered.

"No. Jihoon did, but he left a while back because there was an emergency. He told me to tell you, but since you were in your element, I didn't."

Namjoon’s thick lips parted in a sigh, his hand going to ruffle his hair in exasperation.

"Okay, we will figure something out for Misha; how about you go help Jin and Taehyung till then? We'll resume after a break, everyone be back in 20."

"Alright! Let’s go!" You chirped with a grin, happy to spend time with some of your favorite people. Said men were quick to grab each of your hands, rushing you to one of the empty corners of the studio, covered with flimsy curtains, where they could have their privacy with you.

Though their jobs required them to be exposed in front of the camera, showing off all their assets, they still preferred to keep something to cover themselves up. it definitely worked in their favor when you would trail your hands over their muscular thighs, lightly scratching with your fingertips to keep them worked up.

That being said, they didn't need you to ‘fluff’ them up; your presence was enough to have them turned on for days, but there was something in the way you looked at them, touched them with the lightest yet most sinful hands that made them groan in pleasure and want more, more even after fucking a woman just moments before.

It was something you did, or rather you that had them weak in their knees.

"Hi Tae, Jin! How have you guys been?" You smiled.

Their breaths quickened when they saw you drop to the floor and tie your hair up in a ponytail, your top riding up even further and revealing the tattoo under your breasts to them.

It was a simple flower vine, the blank ink spread from your sideboob all the way under the curve, but to this day, being able to see so much of you felt like a dream despite having known you for two years now.

It certainly had an effect on them, one which you were not oblivious to. You knew them enough to understand when they were really enjoying themselves and when they weren't. Their moans from before left a sour taste in your mouth- they weren't authentic or the low, deep groans you had the pleasure of hearing every once in a while. They were forced and intermittent, and you knew it was time to change into your sexiest, most revealing clothes to make them shift in their seats.

It was the moment you had been waiting for a long time.

"Hi, ___," Taehyung mumbled, his fiery gaze fixed on you.

Having you here right now, in such a compromising position, in front of their chairs, was a bad mistake. Your job was to keep them hard during breaks but it didn't help that they had had a crush on you since the moment they saw you walking down the set timidly on your first day as a fluffer.

Though it was probably them who spent the most time with you, this intimately, this passionately. And hearing the boys whine every second of the day about their lack of you only made them grateful for the few moments you spent with them on workdays.

And it’s not like the others understood how it took all they had in them not to bust a nut; although they longed to cover your tits with their seed, they would have to wait for another day to indulge in such possessions. It was another level of self-control that they had edged themselves for hours to get to.

"Can I touch you now?" You gazed at them with longing eyes, and they were immediately nodding their heads.

"Thank you."

You dipped your hands under their robes, getting a feel of their calves and then their muscular thighs, not too fast, caressing the soft yet tense skin with a grin on your face. You didn't have it in you to look them in their eyes, you knew it would make you want to submit under their dominant gazes, so you kept your eyes fixed on your hands.

With a shaky breath, you begin to inch them up, teasing them. Their hearts began palpitating in their chests the more you got closer to their cocks. They knew what you were doing, they had played the game with you every time. But after a very uneventful work day, they were horny, patience wearing off every second.

"I suggest you stop teasing, baby. Don't make me get Jimin over here." Jin clicked his tongue in annoyance.

You shifted on your knees. It was your job to tease them. To keep them ready, not enough for them to cum. Jimin, your supervisor, had told you to do the same. How could you disobey his direct orders?

"Your job is to tease, ___, not to make them orgasm. Make them crave you. Use your mouth or your hands, it doesn't matter; as long as they stay hard enough to continue, you get paid." He had told you at the time of your job briefing, grazing his fingers over his thighs, which you couldn't help but gawk at.

You didn't understand what bringing Jimin here could do except for making your day even better. You imagined he would, in fact, just sit there and monitor you with hooded eyes, his legs spread wide enough for you to be able to steal a glance at his erection.

But you were sure it was just your horny mind speaking.

So you ignored their words, feeling your breath start to quicken, lust coursing through your veins from how excited you were to disobey them. It was the thrill of breaking the rules that made blood rush all over your body. They couldn't punish you even if you wanted them to, it was all a part of a job- your job as their fluffer, as much as you hated to admit it.

You rub your palms over them with a feathery touch, wanting to make them wait for you. It was a sight to behold- the two twitching in their seats, and moaning for you. Their cocks were still covered by the silk robe, enticing you to touch them and lick them. Though you could see the outline clearly, it didn't satisfy the hunger in your throat, it never did, so you removed it.

And the sight would always leave you dumbstruck.

Taehyung's was, by far, the longest cock you had ever seen and tasted. His thick cock that twitched under your eager eyes, laid on his abs, long fingers rubbing his chin as if he was deep in thought. He was almost easily seven inches long, and you always commended anyone who had the power to manage an entire shoot with him.

Jin, on the flip side, was equally impressive, if not more. Though his length was maybe an inch shorter than Taehyung's, his girth made up for it. You were sure of the pleasurable burn it would provide when it split open a pussy, massaging the walls like no one else could. His thrusts were harsh and powerful too, thanks to his impeccable hips, and you never understood how one can be so perfect.

As you continued practically gawking over them, your cunt heating in your panties, it was Jin whose resolve finally broke and he grabbed your hand that was fisted in his robe and pulled you towards him in a swift motion. Your knees scraped against the ground uncomfortably, but that was the least of your worries when you saw the need in Jin's eyes.

You gazed at him with startled eyes, your mouth itching to ask if you did something wrong. Jin had his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, his leaking slit smearing his precum all over your reddened lips. You could taste a mixture of Misha's sweet pussy juices and his cum on your tongue, and that ignited a fire in your veins.

"Sweetie, put your mouth over his cock right now; you do not want to disobey us," Taehyung growled under his breath, his hands moving to undo his robe and grasp his cock tightly.

“But what about you?” You asked.

“Don’t worry about me, ___; you have no idea about the effect you have on me." His stare pierced into your eyes as he spoke.

You flushed but complied immediately, parting your lips and taking him in your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks just the right amount as you take him in. All nervousness left your body the second you felt the weight of his cock on your tongue, it felt like it belonged there, heavy and warm. His cock was long enough to hit the back of your throat easily and thick enough to make your jaw throb with pain increasingly every second, but it was all a part of your wonderful job.

"You look so pretty with your lips around my cock." Jin let out a pleasurable sigh at the feeling, your nails digging into his thighs at the praise, your tongue swirling around his tip, and he let his head fall back. Your eyes were closed due to the strain, but every sharp inhale and moan and sigh you heard was a reward, and you clenched your empty hole, wanting nothing more for him to fuck you.

With a pop, you removed your mouth from his cock, taking in deep breaths. You looked up at him only to see him staring down at you with lust-lidded eyes, his breathing heavy like yours. You were taken aback when his hand moved to grip yours, long fingers interlocking with yours and wrapping them around his thick cock and stroking it, sticky sounds amplifying in your ear.

You struggled to keep your eyes on his, feeling bashful under his stare, so you wrapped your lips around his tip again, licking his tip and coating it with your saliva. With his chest reverberating in a deep groan, you felt your panties starting to stick to your core uncomfortably. You gasped when his hand left yours, and you stopped yours too, wanting to ask him why. But you couldn’t when his hand pushed your head down on his cock in one go, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

"That's a good fucking girl. F-Fuck, baby, you feel so good!" He growled, the thrust of his hips starting to increase in pace, as you stopped bobbing your head up and down and let him take control of you. You gagged with every thrust when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, bruising the flesh of your mouth, but you wanted it.

With each thrust, you moaned around him, hearing him curse and groan above you. You were so lost in the intoxicating feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat; you couldn't make out when his length throbbed in your mouth or when his balls tightened, filling with his cum, or when he released the deepest growl you ever heard and spilled his hot cum in your mouth.

Jin knew he shouldn’t do it,knew it was bad, knew it would get him in trouble with Namjoon later. But seeing the girl of his dreams on her knees, sucking his cock with the warmest and most tempting mouth he had ever had the pleasure of fucking, was far too much for him to control, so maybe it was okay to let go, he decided.

"Fuck, baby, so fucking good for us, gonna make you mine one day! Fuck!" He hummed under his breath. You couldn't hear him over the loud, slick noises of your drooling saliva and his cum, whimpering at the taste of his hot seed coating your tongue- sweet like honey with hints of citrus, a flavor you could easily get addicted to.

"Shit, baby, you're milking my cock! F-fuck!" He continued riding out his high, not caring that the shoot would have to be prolonged. You let him have it after weighing your options after the hazy feeling in your mind disappeared; the only thing you could do was wait for him to get hard again. He continued bobbing your head up and down, swallowing thickly at the sight of you looking fucked out and dizzy after just giving a blowjob.

Some cum dripped down from your mouth and on his shaft, and you darted your tongue out to lick it. Dragging the muscle as slowly as you could over his length, you gave it small kitten licks, rolling your tongue back into your mouth to taste him with your eyes shut closed. You sighed, finally feeling full and hearty.

A deep groan on your left side caught your attention. Taehyung was sitting with his legs spread wide in his chair, forehead glistening with sweat, and was busy rubbing his thumb over his slit that oozed precum, the sight inviting you to wrap your lips around his cock.

You were tempted to suck him dry the same way you had milked Seokjin, but you couldn’t make the same mistake again. It would be unprofessional of you to make him cum; it always had been to wind them up, but never to bring them relief.

"Having fun here, aren’t we?" You turned your head, jumping in alarm at the presence of an all too familiar voice in your little corner, the curtains already back in their place.

Curse your weak heart for jumping up in a mix of emotions because of Jimin’s voice, both good and bad.

There had never really been any set professional boundaries between you all, even from the day he had interviewed you for this job. It had always been a mixture of seductive looks from said men, shy glances from you, and sexual tension that was almost suffocating. Neither had the guts to finally make a move, but you couldn’t deny how your heart palpitated in your chest whenever you were in their presence.

You only hoped the feelings were reciprocated, and not just a result of lust.

It probably affected Namjoon the most how you were always near, yet never seemed to be in his grasp. Still, he liked to maintain his distance from a professional stand, but he too was in the same predicament as you: down bad but scared.

You couldn’t see the way Taehyung smirked at the fury in Namjoon’s eyes, who squeezed in next to Jimin in the tiny space, pushing down the small bit of empathy he felt for the man.

“Tsk, is this what I hired you for, ___? Hmm?” Jimin’s condescending tone brought you back to earth and then punched you ten feet under.

You could feel the dread set in with every step your way, and a thousand scenarios ran in your head. Would you be fired, suspended, or worse, replaced? Someone else taking your position made you want to gag. The mere thought of it was bad enough, but what if it actually happened?

They were right. You had one job, one, yet you couldn’t do it right. The self-hatred started before another word was uttered in the room and you could already feel your eyes burn with unshed tears and the tip of your nose become itchy, a telltale sign of what was to come.

“You made Jin cum, didn’t you?”

“Jimin, stop.” Namjoon finally spoke up, feeling the teasing atmosphere turn damp.

“I thought you would be better at this.”

“Jimin, I said stop.”

As if sensing the way you stopped moving and just turned your head downwards, covering your face using the length of your hair, with your hands having retreated to your sides as if touching any of them burnt your skin, Jin shoots a sharp glare in their direction. He fisted his hands, feeling worse by the minute, but not knowing what to do. Should he comfort you, rub your back, hope with everything in his being that you weren't actually upset at their teasing tone?

One, breathe in.

Five, hold it.

Seven, control your emotions.

Nine, breathe out.

You did not know how much time passed by as you kept breathing in and out, but once you did regain a grip on yourself, you got up from your knees, ignoring the way your muscles shouted in protest. You didn’t hear them gasp at the way your form trembled for a second, both in fear and embarrassment, before stilling.

“I’m sorry Mr. Park, Mr. Kim, we got lost in the heat of the moment. It won’t happen again.” You looked them in the eye as you spoke.

But in all honesty, you didn’t know what you were apologizing for. Were you sorry you made Jin feel good, or that you somehow prolonged the shoot, or was it because it went against the terms of your job? You couldn’t pinpoint it but you felt slightly disappointed in yourself, yet you didn’t show it as much as you thought you would.

“Will you both be okay for the next 10 minutes like this? I’ll go to Misha.” You asked the two men who wore confusion on their faces.

You looked at them again, bowing lightly before making your way out of the stall the very next second, making your way to Misha’s usual place with shaky legs, the surge of confidence wearing down by the second.

After having been subjected to praises and sweet words of affection, this was a punch in the gut to say the least, and maybe that’s why you were overreacting. It’s really easy to cross the line from playful to not, and that was what happened.

“Oh, ___! Hey, I was looking for you. Misha was calling you, if you don’t mind?” Jeongguk rubbed the back of his neck nervously, shifting on his feet nervously. As if you could really say no to his adorable face.

“Yeah, I was just going there. Thanks for letting me know.” You patted his elbow lightly.

“Yeah…” He mumbled, dazed, as he watched you make your way to Misha. If heart eyes were a person, it would definitely be Jeon Jeongguk.

“___! My favorite girl.” Misha exclaimed as you made your way inside her ‘cabin’.

In reality, it was just a small broom closet, cleaned to perfection and decorated with neutral tones, with small pots of green scattered here and there in a futile attempt to brighten up the place.

“Misha, hello.” You mumbled as you sat on the floor in front of her on your knees, lips parting in an inaudible wince at the feeling.

“Here, baby.” She removed a pillow from her side and put it below your knees, watching as you blushed slightly before moving closer to her.

“Not your baby.” You retorted, spreading her legs gently and pushing your head to the crevice between her thighs. Your nose met her clit, the woman above you letting out a small moan at the stimulation. Your hands gripped her thighs, rubbing small circles there with your thumbs.

“But you could be.” She chuffed, making you bite down on her clit lightly.

“Okay, okay! Slowly, baby, don’t go too hard, alright?” By now you knew that her tone was essentially a code word signifying her want to be worshiped, treated like a goddess, and taken time to properly arouse, love and lick.

The smell of her pussy was the sweetest candy you have ever tasted on a woman. You darted the tip of your tongue out, licking at her clit, slowly. Tasting her juices, watching as it elicited a soft sigh from her. It had been a long time since you ate her out, but she tasted the same as ever. You angled your head into her folds, nudging her legs further apart.

“Taste good?” She mumbled, her voice seductive and inviting, combing through your hair. An outsider may have just thought you two were lovers by the sheer passion of it all.

“Hmm. More.” You whimpered with your eyes closed, continuing to savor her at your own pace.

With shaky hands, you pried her thighs apart, gaining better access to her cunt. You immediately lapped at her clit, drawing ‘eights’ with the tip of your tongue before wrapping your mouth around it and sucking it into your mouth. A groan left her mouth, and you could feel her hand clench at her side before it came down to guide your tongue into her hole.

With need coursing through your veins, you thrust your tongue into her tight hole, still continuing with your slow pace. Her scent was stronger now; you almost felt drunk on it.

You heard the door open, but you were too far gone into your actions that everything seemed to be a blur except for your desire to taste the woman. You could feel her motions on your hand stop and you whined. A beat of silence ensued before she was continuing with her tender motions and you were back to lazily licking at her wetness.

The same clicking sound was heard again and Misha placed her hand on your cheeks, moving your body upwards to her, placing your head in the crook of her neck as you shivered. She ignored your protests, cooing at the pout on your face before guiding you towards her lips. You lapped at them hungrily, like a woman starved of the simple pleasure of warmth.

Misha pulled you away from her far too quickly for your liking, caressing your cheeks and shushing you lightly. “Baby, baby, baby, what’s gotten into you today? You aren’t usually so placid. Tell me, I’ll make it better.”

You ignored her, moving towards the dip of her chest, before shaking your head.

“___, tell me.” She spoke, a little more aggressive than you could have handled in your state of mind,

“Don’t be mean.” You pouted.

“Then tell me what’s wrong.”

“I made Jin cum and I think Mr. Park is mad at me.” You whispered your worries to her.

“Oh, shit. Uh wow. Did he scold you or call you to his room after or… anything at all? Are you in trouble?”

“No, he didn’t, but his tone was like,” You struggled to find the right words. “When you make fun of me when you see me trip over the cables in the main room. I still don’t like it when you do that.”

“And you think I’m mocking you when I do that?” Misha questioned, to which you nodded your head.

“Oh my god.” She whispered under her breath. “Silly girl, I don’t make fun of you when I say that. It’s adorable that you are clumsy sometimes. You look around with those terrified eyes of yours, when actually many of us already saw you trip.”

“Are you freaking kidding me? Everyone saw that? How am I gonna show my face to them now?” You threw your hands around, exasperated at the revelation.

She chuckled before bringing your attention back to her. “See, you’re so cute. Now, back to what we were discussing. I wouldn’t be afraid if I were you, ___. Really, just trust me on this one.”

“But why? Gimme a reason at least!”

“I’m older, I’ve seen the ways of the world more than you have, so shut your pretty mouth up and listen.” You immediately zipped your mouth, waiting patiently for her next words.

“Boys are icky but you do you, baby. If Mr. Park indeed got mad, and he confronts you or whatever, repeat the exact same words I’m gonna tell you, alright?”

You nod, anticipation heavy in your eyes.

“Tell him to go suck his own dick and hope he chokes on his cum.”

A terrified gasp and maniacal laugh were heard simultaneously in the room.

“Misha! Are you crazy? Is this your villain arc or something? I’d get fired in an instant.”

“Hey, babe, you never know what that sneaky little shit is into, okay? I’m just very inclusive to all tastes and preferences.” She had the audacity to wink at you.

“Yeah, Misha, no. As much as I love you, you’re fucking crazy.”

“Aww, you love me? I’m a pile of mush now, save me!” She squished your cheeks in her hand, pecking the skin peaking out softly.

“Misha- oh,” You heard Yoongi’s voice in the room, dying down towards the end. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb the two of you.” His tone turned gruff at the end.

“Nah, it’s cool. I was just about to come out anyway.” She shot you a cheeky smile and helped you get up from your frozen state, pushing you down on the sofa before walking out with Yoongi on her tail.

“See you later, babe.”

…

“Jimin, what the actual fuck did you do? Did you have to be so condescending?”

“I wasn’t trying to! It just came out like fucking word vomit!” Jimin grumbled, holding his head in his hands like a man defeated.

“Well, thank you for messing everything up. How do you suppose we rectify this, you brat?” Jin scoffed, fighting the urge to snap.

“I don’t know. I really don’t.”

“Now, you morons, I will be calling in for a favor and y’all better be grateful that our girl doesn’t slip from our hands before we have even treated her right.”

“What are you going on about?” Namjoon mumbled, rolling his eyes at another one of Jin’s stupid schemes.

“You’ll see.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. @scentedsope @pb-n-juju @ot7nem @bangtanflirt @purplebtsmagic @kookstempo @take-u-2-an0ther-w0r1d @likeshatteredrainbowglass @natalia-rmnva @myyeoubi @sebootyforlife @seongsanniehwa @dumb-cxm-slxt @maichiverse @portia-bts @sybilvvriting @taestrwbrry @bt21chim @daydreamqueenjaycee @leatherbabyfairy @dollhobigem @singukieee @malewife-supremacy @jeontier @mageprincess7 @effielumiere @mrcleanheichou @blushingatyou @doublebunv @chieftoadturkeynickel @laura-naruto-fan1998 @borataehyungiee @readers-posts @totallynoanalien @ftyoongi @faceaeter @tinyoonsblog @just-me-and-myselfs @their-tongue-technology @jksjx @rjsmochii @kyrah-williams @paymeinkash @lovely-joon @floral-recs @dahliasbouqet @dreamamubarak @cjphoenix-blog @yn-lifeu @ohshutupjimin @drarry-4-lifers @kimsaerom

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insoukokuhell-434 · 8 months

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Soukoku Fic Rec - First Kiss <3

The format I’m using is:

Title - writer (ao3 link) Fic length Time period (teen/mafia skk, 22! Skk, all ages) Additional tags (Tags in bold added by me for extra info) TW

Some fics have parts of the summary/ comments added for additional info

Only for You - StormDew2

9.9k MAFIA SKK (Post 15) Literal Sleeping Together, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Kissing, chuuya gets banned from drinking so dazai gets him some wine, Underage Drinking, Light angst

give me a kiss like a kick in the teeth - communist_sasuke

3.5k MAFIA SKK (Pre-Dark era) Kissing, Dazai is Whipped, Dazai is oblivious correction: Dazai's not oblivious he's just in denial, Chuuya Is So Done

Summary: "Not that Dazai thought Chuuya was beautiful, because that would be a bit much. He was attractive, objectively. Not that Dazai was attracted to him.

(Or, more accurately: Dazai was, in fact, very attracted Chuuya.)"

Threats Made in a Hotel Room - Moonyeyes

2k MAFIA SKK Kissing, Making out, Drinking, Sexual Tension, POV Chuuya

Cross-reference - chuuzxi

2.6k MAFIA SKK Fluff and Humor, Bickering Lots of it, Bets & Wagers, Gay Panic, Dazai Osamu is a Tease, Developing Relationship, Mutual Pining, that tag runs HARD here, Denial of Feelings, chuuya goes thru the 5 stages of grief in thirty minutes

Stitches - orphan_account

11.3k MAFIA SKK (Post 15 and Dark Era) First Kiss, Canon Compliant, Mutual Pining, Feelings Realization, Denial of Feelings

it's always been you - devantsun

2k 22 SKK Love Confessions, kind of???, telepathic soukoku strikes, Fluff and Angst, Rated T for language, softer than the tags imply lol, this is very soft in general, blink and you miss it fukuzawa x mori TW- Dazai-Typical Suicide References

of sunsets and first kisses - Bl34ry

2.5k MAFIA SKK Fluff without Plot, very soft, Fluff and Angst, Maybe a little angst, But it's very soft, and there's kissing, Awkward Conversations, Awkward Crush, this is set to before dazai met oda actually…

Fireside - littlewritergrl

1.9K MAFIA SKK First Kiss, Light Angst, Internalized Homophobia, but just a little??

Fics with good first kiss scenes

(less focused on first kisses)

the moments in between - hellcatspangledshalalala

3.7k ALL AGES Hurt/Comfort, Post-Corruption, pining, fluff, angst, fluff at the end, character study, Dazai POV, getting together, dazai’s depression

I'll Make A Home In Your Gut Because its Somewhere Warm to Sleep - arahabakii

8.9k 22 SKK Fluff, Angst, Mutual Pining, Feelings Realization, Making Out, Getting Together, Domestic Fluff, Touch-Starved Dazai, Dazai needs a hug, Chuuya needs a hug TW - Dazai-Typical Suicide References

A chance to start again - Root (Fyki)

4.4k 22 SKK Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Fluff, Introspection, they work they shit out

hey look, the sky's falling apart - saffroncassis

24.8k TEEN SKK (16/17) AU - Canon Divergence Hurt/Comfort, Protective Nakahara Chuuya, Angst, Fluff, Humor, Developing Relationship Found Family (the Akutagawa siblings, Oda's kids, Kyouka, Oda, Ango) TW- Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse and discussions of both these, also cw food for the whole fic

a piece about tensions unresolved - acuteguwu

2.1k 25 (AU) Alternate Universe - No Powers Fluff, Friends to Lovers, chuuya is a mess, dazai is no better tbh, kinda unrequited crush, First Kiss

Summary: "Chuuya’s been into Dazai for so long that it doesn’t seem relevant anymore."

the same groove - halfbloom (diphylleias)

11.3K MAFIA SKK (16), 22 SKK Feelings realization, Pining, Love Confessions, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Growing Up

Summary: "Dazai always knows too much, and too fast, whether it be for the better or for the worse. But for Chuuya, the realization comes slower, gradually, clumsily over the years"

Please like/reblog if this helped u find a fic, I'd be delighted to know <33

Soukoku Fic Rec Masterlist

#soukoku #soukoku fic rec #skk fic rec #soukoku fics #skk fics #14 in total :D #sierra’s recs #Sierra’s posts 🌸

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lumosatnight · 11 months

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5 Underrated Ships (+ recs)

All of these ship asks have been making me scroll through my fics list, and I've realized there are some ships that I just really vibe with but probably no one will ever ask me about. So, I'm forcing them on you instead! Mwuahaha. Here are 5 underrated ships with fics recs!!

1. Bellatrix/Molly (Mollytrix)

Canonically speaking, Molly and Bellatrix attended Hogwarts at the same time, most likely even in the same year. Just imagine Gryffindor!Molly striking up a friendship with Slytherin!Bellatrix. Now imagine that spanning years and years. Imagine Molly being devastated when she has to break things off because "Bella's been spending just a little too much time talking about joining a cult." Imagine years and years pass and Bellatrix sees Ginny on the battlefield. "She looks just like her, the one who left her, the one who abandoned her." Molly personally killing Bellatrix in the BOH seemed awfully personal, I'm just saying.

My ship rating: Mollywobbles Bellabobbles

My fic rec: The Melted Water Can Harden Again by ReasonPapers [M, 4.3k]

Bellatrix Black is distracted from her infatuation with her sister when her advanced studies couple her with a witch her equal-- Molly Prewett.

2. Tom/Myrtle (Tyrtle)

This was brought up the other day in the HPFC server, and I was reminded how much I absolutely adore this pairing. Why did Myrtle have to die? Tom, especially at the age of 16, seemed particularly selective with his kills. I do not believe for a single second that Myrtle just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. I think they had history. Probably one-sided, probably very unhealthy, but I believe she was more than just a passing annoyance to Tom.

My ship rating: slow and steady wins the race

My fic rec: Snake Eyes by @diana-skye [M, 1.4k]

There’s a single moment, between yellow eyes and nothingness, where she remembers. [Or - What if Myrtle wasn't a random victim of Tom Riddle? What if he was someone she knew, even someone she loved?]

3. Lucius/Arthur (Luthur)

The bookshop scene in CoS has too much tension for Lucius and Arthur not to have a complicated past. They got in a full-on brawl in the middle of the bookstore with both their families present. Look me in the face and tell me there isn't something else going on there. An unrequited love? A past hook-up? Lingering feelings? Something. Anything.

My ship rating: "Lucius," said Mr. Weasley, nodding coldly.

My fic rec: The Seduction of Arthur Weasley by Farbautidottir [M, 15.8]

After Lucius Malfoy goads Arthur Weasley into a brawl at Flourish and Blotts, both men find themselves stuck on their mutual memory of the night they spent together in 1967, before the Wizarding War began. But Lucius wants more than just a memory.

4. Narcissa/Charity (Charcissa)

I'm actually a huge fan of Charity and a lot of characters (Charity/Severus, Charity/Draco, Charity/Hogwarts professor), but something about being trapped in the Malfoy's manor and strung up above the Malfoy's table makes Charity/Narcissa extra special. Narcissa being in her own home and having absolutely no power to stop Voldemort from staining her dining room table. Delicious angst.

My ship rating: let me in!!!!

My fic rec: charity begins at home by @leftsidedown [M, 200]

It ends there, at any rate. or: Narcissa has always been greedy.

5. Luna/Theo (LoveNott)

I personally headcannon Luna and Theo as kind of the oddballs in their houses. Luna is a Ravenclaw, sure. She's witty and clever and smart (albeit not in the usual test-taking way), but she's also flighty and prone to delusion and weird (yes, she's super weird and we love her for that). We don't know much about Theo, but I picture him as quiet and nerdy and a little bit of a pushover. With such strong personalities, such as Draco and Pansy in your house, someone's gotta be the meek one. But he's also reluctant to follow someone blindly. He's reluctant to dedicate himself to a cause that he really doesn't know that much about. I love the idea of Luna and Theo getting into ethical debates. Luna shows more care to magical creatures than Theo has seen Death Eaters show to fellow wizards. Luna is weird and wild and unpredictable, which is the complete opposite of what Theo has always known, and he likes it.

My ship rating: I'm not Nott in love

My fic rec: littler dazzler, little song by @vesperics [T, 3.6k]

His mouth tastes like vinegar and his skull is nearly vibrating with pain and Luna Lovegood is sitting beside him like some sort of strange guardian, flower-bound headband and bare feet and all.

Tagging cuz I'm interested but also you definitely don't need to provide recs: @bleepbloopbotz, @schmem14, @indigo-scarf, @naurcissamilfoy, @siriusly-sapphic, @peachpety

#tag game #ship asks #asked and answered #lumosinthelibrary

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. . . LONGING! featuring bennett!

contains! . . . genshin impact, BENNETT!!!, possibly ooc bennett, awkward bennett, eula lawrence mention :O, kinda angst kinda fluff, one-sided love, unrequited love, idk romance properly 😃, gn! reader, second person pov, reader is not the traveller but implied to be the traveller's other companion besides paimon, reader is mentioned to not be the most expressive (though is mentioned to be kinda overprotective at one point??), reader likes someone else but that someone else isn't really hinted to be anyone but feel free to imagine that character as someone ig, reader is quite reasonable and considerate as they decline and let down bennett's confession and they stay friends with him (bennett still likes them romantically tho even when his feelings are never gonna mutually reciprocated). notes! . . . (this was supposed to be a drabble but got carried away 💀 this idea just randomly popped up at 3:19 AM of 4/15/24-) can we just have readers who aren't like too expressive?? I know there are some works that have the reader whose personality is more introverted, but there's kind of barely any :// and im talking about where the reader is not very expressive here but not to be mistaken or considered as cold or aloof 😧 kinda like albedo or smth-

“if only they'd look at me like they look at them...”

amongst the many people who reside around and about, bennett obviously isn't the most luckiest person to walk on teyvat since fate had other plans and gifted him the curse of bad luck for the entirety of his life.

though at least he had some luck to have some friends there for him—especially having you around. you weren't the most expressive, quite like miss eula, yet did what you can to show your appreciation for the friendship others have made with you throughout your journey. sure, your expressions (or, therefore lack of) were difficult to read but bennett couldn't care less—he knows you care.

and he kind of likes that aspect of you.

bennett knew you wouldn't be here on mondstat for long since you and the traveller have a long way to go until the traveller has found their long sibling, yet he secretly wishes to have you stay here for a little longer than the intended time.

though he isn't good with it, but he tries to. however yet clearly, love wasn't within his reach as lady luck never seems to stick around him.

staring

you love somebody else.

you likesomeone else.

not him—of course—some person has already taken your main interest, so it's evident that bennett doesn't have much of a chance to confess.

you already have somebody in mind that you feel attracted to; and bennett's heart aches with an ugly feeling blooming in his chest, but he doesn't have anything to do something about it.

sitting nearby with his elbows rested atop his knees as bennett's cheek is pressed against his balled up fist that he leans against ever so slightly, the boy quietly chews his bottom lip as he stares at your direction with a look in his green apple-eyed gaze. longing. longing for every action you take.

he longs for the way you give subtle feather light touches to person you're fond of. he longs the extra quick glances you give the oblivious individual when they're not focusing on you. he longs for your careful and gentle words of affirmation and reassurement. he longs the softened gaze you fixate on the person beside you, seated slightly a bit closer than intended yet making no movement to shuffle away. he longs for that expression you don, your checks lightly flushed and batting your lashes as you glance to the side a few times but not too obvious to be pointed out so quickly by your crush.

bennett longs for the way you look at them like that—he dreams that one day, you'll stare at him the same way you gaze at them.

however, when will that day ever come?

...

“uh.. can i tell you something..?”

a vibrated hum coming from you was what bennett got as a response, signalling him to continue whatever he'll tell you while as you efficiently work on a report that is needed to be done soon—of course, you don't waste time to do your paperwork almost immediately.

behind you awkwardly stood bennett, ears and checks flushing in such shade of pinkish red that one would assume he might be ill from travelling through dragonspine just to get to your current location, where'd you be inside your work quarters. y'know, working. but fortunately, the boy luckily wasn't sick with a cold he could've accidentally caught.

“err...” bennett starts uneasy and not sure with whether if he should say it or should he not, nervous with uncertainty of how you'd reply and possibly express about—you're quite unpredictable, after all.

“... ithinkireallylikeyou.”

“...”

“..?”

for once you blink almost dumbfoundedly and halted the movements of your hand that firmly grasps the quill pen, an inch away from creating another black stroke against the paper's flat surface. with how he spoke with such haste, you didn't quite catch what he nervously chirped out loud, but yet you still managed to piece together what he'd been attempting to say. he doesn't notice the way you nonchalantly stare at the almost finished report before you, considering your back is faced towards him.

“... you like me?”

“yeah,” bennett shuffles nervously, his body swaying a little as he glances down at the floor, “i like you. I really do.” he repeats it again, voice trailed off at the end like he's mumbling instead and you quietly blink at one random spot on the paper that you were staring at, the pause in the conversation stretching too long to be even considered comfortable.

“hm.”

... hm.

hm, huh? ... wait, just ‘hm’? is that all? bennett's questions all were left unanswered because, well, he was internally monologuing after all. who would even hear him and his scattered thoughts besides a mind reader? not that there is one that he knows of.

“well,” you begin after clearing your throat, just to break the silence yet you still don't turn your back to even glance at him, “it must've ache to have feelings for me while having the knowledge of my romantic interest focused on a different individual.”

yeah, it did. “uhm, yeah. i do know that you have feelings for someone else..-”

“yet you still decided to tell? knowing of the expected rejection either way?”

after finishing the last words of your report, you stop writing and change your position in your seat to where you can face bennett so you can confront him properly.

“look at me,” you state to the boy with a head of short pale hair whose eyes were directed downwards at his feet, as if too embarrassed to look at you with a proper gaze—or perhaps he didn't listen to your words at all as he probably was too focused on his scrambled thoughts circulating crazily in his head.

your own eyes squint at this, facial expression staying unchanged but you seem to appear a bit impatient as you lowly utter to him, “look at me properly, bennett.”

said boy's head shoots up at his name being called out, looking alarmed at the tone you used and you, unfazed, took this as a sign to continue.

“i don't reciprocate your feelings—” well, he already expected that kind of response. “—and I consider that it is good that you've told me, about your interest in me that were previously contained but now let out to someone who can be trusted with whatever you were hiding.”

...???

“it's good to not bottle up your own emotions, and I'd feel guilty if it took you some lasting time till you had the courage to inform me of your romantic feelings. i hope you'd seek for someone else who'll appreciate you as much i do.” with a ghost of a sincere smile on your face, bennett goes quiet. he takes in all of your words into some deep thoughts and consideration. you're reasonable with your words and quite considerate, you're like that with most people you'd come across—depending on your overall mood.

(as your friend, bennett also knows about the... (over)protective trait that you possess; and there wasn't a time he could recount of you showing even the slightest ounce of hesitancy whenever a friend of yours is in anything that could and would be considered a sign of danger.

he still recalls the day he'd been verbally insulted by a guy who wasn't content with what bennett unintentionally had done this time caused by his own bad luck—only for said guy to abruptly stop the moment he saw you standing from behind bennett and glaring at his direction with a look in your eye that silently indicates, “shut the fuck up,” while holding what seems to be a bowl containing mysterious and possibly not-so harmless glowing thick liquid that had bubbles forming and popping at the surface. the smell was toxic, even from a mile away one could still sense the scent of the smell—that was how bennett knew you were right behind him when he saw the guy suddenly freeze up on the spot).

bennett understands why you'd prefer not to be with some boy given the burdening gift of bad luck (even if that actually wasn't the case—you're mostly unfazed), he still is upset but at least you politely turned him down than outrightly declining him on the spot.

“I do have my hopes up of being your friend still,” you added, to which bennett briefly nods at before lightly shaking his head and waving hand side-to-side as if to decline such thing.

“no no- of course we'll stay as friends! i'm glad that you let me down that lightly there and didn't feel disgusted when I told you that.”

you shake your own head as well, “nonsense. why would i ever act irrationally? to something such as that? i have encountered few people throughout my travels where they'd attempt to do the same thing as you did, but i would always be certain and straightforward when refusing to reciprocate their attraction towards me. making immoral decisions is not my cup of tea.”

his hands subconsciously fidget with his glove's fingertips as he dons a small smile featuring on his lips, a short chuckle almost coming out of him if he weren't trying to stop it while he listens to every word you speak from you heart. gazing up, bennett turns to you, “yeah, thanks.. i'll be going off now, see you later.”

in response, you pay him one last nod before turning your back to give attention to your work once again as you utter a “shut the door as you go.” under your breath. the boy does what you asked; he left the room and closed the door in the process, the steps of his boots are muffled and grow quieter the further away he is from your door.

...

... yeah, perhaps only in his fantasies will that ever appear to exist, he supposes. he still likes you, even after accepting the fact that you'll never see him in that perspective.

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transingthoseformers · 9 months

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I imagine Ratchet first tries to deny that there's something wrong, but in the end, he can't deny it any longer. This is not the Optimus that he knows. Sometimes, this false Optimus looks at him, and his optics are colder than Optimus' ever was.

The other Autobots notice that there's something off as well, but try to explain it away with stress. The whole Orion Pax situation. They're unsettled, but the thought of there being something so off unsettles them even more.

But then the kids approach their guardians about Optimus acting odd, and they just can't deny it any longer.

So they confront him, but this Optimus, whoever he is because he's not Optimus, is still a Prime, and that means something. He manipulates them and soothes their fears because they want so badly for there to be nothing wrong. Ratchet isn't convinced, but he feels trapped. He needs to figure out a plan.

As for Megatron and Optimus? They've definitely figured each other out. In this scenario, I imagine they both wanted their foe but neither foe was interested. Too many bad memories, perhaps.

They totally consummate their relationship by interfacing on the site of a skirmish, covered in the energon of other mechs.

(... for extra angst have there be traces of *something* between baseline OP and Ratchet.)

Yepppppp

Ratty cares about him, they've been friends for so long, so naturally he's gonna make excuse after excuse... Even if he starts to notice said excuses are getting more and more unsound over time, as more little ooc moments occur. At some point the realization hits him like well a semi truck, whether it's after a particularly off event of seemingly out of the blue— eventually he figures out that that's not his friend, this is a mech who is a wolf in sheep's clothing.

I love how we keep emphasizing just how unsettling this situation is, I've talked before about how SG Optimus (and subsequent SG autobots) fascinate and unsettle me in such a specific way. The fact that you bring up the Orion Pax arc gives me a very fun timespan for this, and our possible opportunity for this to happen (after all, isn't Unicron one of the figures who are technically connected throughout the multiverse??)

It's amazing that it's the kids who notice this first. In the shows we see time and time again that it's the kids who are the most observant to the cybertronian shit, especially since here they've got this interesting POV like an inside/outside cat (honestly, I can see Raf making the connection first. Prove me wrong.)

Deny, deny, deny, Optimus. This version of SG Optimus sounds pretty machiavellian, and it makes this fun. I am internally giving just the best evil laugh ever. Makes sense that Ratty isn't buying it, but that he's also hit the point where he's afraid of this not-our-Optimus. This is one of those situations where he/we learn just why they use the word trapped.

Makes sense that both Megan has figured it out and that SG OP figured out that he figured it out. There's only so many times you can throw down on the battlefield before you realize your "nemesis"'s fighting style has changed and you've looked into his optics— the very windows to his soul and saw that that is not the same spark you've been dealing with for centuries. That those aren't the same blue eyes etched into your memory chip. Oh the mutually unrequited pining finally requited.

Look I didn't expect THAT to be how they finally did the do but it makes sense, both symbolically and the opportunity to do so

OWO YES. TEASED BASELINE OPIRATCH DEFINITELY DEFINITELY DEFINITELY.

#maccadam #transformers #sg Optimus #exactly let me get a bit poetic here #tfp optimus prime #tfp megatron #tfp ratchet #tfp raf #transformers prime #those two would indeed do that #megop #opiratch #:3 #tfp through the glass au

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windwheeler-aster · 1 year

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superache event

guidelines

requests will only be accepted if they follow my normal request rules

only one character per request

you must choose your prompt(s), a genre, and a character

you may choose a song or song lyric, but you don’t have to. not everyone is familiar with conan’s music, so i’m more than happy to pick something that fits your request for you.

all requests will be written for a gender neutral reader

all songs and song lyrics come from songs on Conan Gray’s Superache album

instructions

pick a character

choose a prompt

choose a genre

(optional) choose a song or song lyric from conan gray

(optional) provide extra details for request

submit request

characters available

all characters are available for platonic requests!

the following characters are not available for romantic requests:

qiqi, klee, sayu, diona, nahida, dori, yaoyao, barbara, bennet, razor, noelle, chongyun, collei, xingqiu, xiangling, fischl

prompts

childhood friends

enemies to lovers

fake dating

forbidden love

friends to lovers

lovers to enemies

mutual pining

rivals to lovers

strangers to lovers

unrequited love

one bed trope

accidental kiss

if you have other prompts, or variants of the “____ to ____” prompts, you may submit those too

genre

fluff

comfort (reverse)

hurt/comfort (reverse)

hurt/no comfort (reverse)

angst

songs

movies

people watching

disaster

best friend

astronomy

yours

jigsaw

family line

summer child

footnote

memories

the exit

song lyrics

movies

“i want a love like the movies”

“all of our friends think of us jealously / we’re so sweet, so sweet”

“in my head, we’re dancing in the dark / in my head, we kiss under the stars”

“we’re holding hands, but it’s all just for show”

“and you say that it’s over, but why does she call you / at 3 a.m. and 4 a.m.? / that’s a funny way of staying friends”

people watching

“but i wanna feel all that love and emotion / be that attached to the person i’m holding”

“i’ve never really been in love, not seriously”

disaster

“‘cause the potential of us, it was keeping me up all night long”

“there’s so many factors / like, what if you freak out, and then we’re losing it all?”

“at the critical chapter where i say ‘i love you’ / and you don’t say it after”

“is it purely platonic to call me, like, every night?”

“but if i’m readin’ it wrong, man, it’d be better off if i died”

best friend

“that’s my fucking throw up in the bathroom, but still love them”

“that’s my fucking lifeline, that’s my ride or die, like”

“that’s my fucking hate you, but you know that that’s a damn lie”

“made a promise that i’m gonna marry you / if we’re both still single by, like, 32”

astronomy

“a tale old as time, young love don’t last for life”

“we’ve traveled the seas, we’ve ridden the stars / we’ve seen everything from saturn to mars”

“as much as it seems like you own my heart / it’s astronomy, we’re two worlds apart”

“you said, ‘distance brings fondness,’ but guess not with us”

“stop trying to keep us alive / you can’t force the stars to align when they’ve already died”

yours

“i’m somebody you touch, but never hold / and you’re somebody i’ll never really know”

“i know i’m not the one you really love / i guess that’s why i’ve never given up”

“all i wanted was that look in your eyes / like you already know that i’m the love of your life”

“the only thing that’s harder than sleepin’ alone / is sleepin’ with your ghost”

jigsaw

“i’ve changed every part of me / until the puzzle pieces aren’t me at all”

“you take every part of me / all of the things you need / then the rest you discard”

“all i did just to make you happy / still you don’t even fuckin’ love me”

“killin’ parts of myself to fit you / clear as shit i was not the issue”

family line

“i say they’re just the ones who gave me life / but i truly am my parents’ child”

“it’s hard to put it into words / how the holidays will always hurt”

“and wonder what i did to deserve this / how could you hurt a little kid?”

“i can’t forget, i can’t forgive you / ‘cause now i’m scared that everyone i love will leave me”

“might share a face and share a last name, but / we are not the same”

summer child

“but there’s darkness behind those eyes / even when you smile”

“aren’t you way too busy / taking care of everybody / to take care of yourself?”

footnote

“but why would i lie? It’s so clear i’m in love / with you”

“a tense conversation, you like someone else / i say, ‘if i wanted, could that maybe help?’”

“you ate at a restaurant, the host said we’re cute / they think we’re a couple, they bought us some booze”

“oh, and i’d be embarrassed if i weren’t so pleased / that everyone else sees what you never see”

memories

“i open up that door, see your brown eyes at the entrance / you just wanna talk, and i can’t turn away a / wet dog”

“please, don’t make it harder than it already is / i’m trying to get over this”

“you’re all drunk in my kitchen, curled in the / fetal position”

“‘i wish that you would stay in my memories’”

the exit

“starin’ at a girl who’s not me / on your arm, a carbon copy”

“feels like we had matching wounds / but mine’s still black and bruised / and yours is perfectly fine now”

“do you even doubt it on your lips?”

“you already found someone to miss / while i’m still standin’ at the exit”

writer chooses

i’ll choose a song lyric or song that best suits your request

#wheeler's events #genshin impact #genshin impact event #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #conan gray #conan gray superache #conan gray prompts #genshin romance #genshin fluff #genshin comfort #genshin hurt/comfort #genshin hurt/no comfort #genshin angst

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adriansfrombrooklyn · 4 months

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Hello, this is your Secret Santa!

Could you maybe expand on your favorite McLennon moments? Like why they stand out to you, etc?

Any preference/kink beyond bottom Paul for the smut?

Anything you don't want in a fic?

And in the case you get fanart, what would you like to see?

I already have a few ideas and outlines but I'd like to make sure it's correctly tailored to you!

(and this is late but I swear you'll get your present on time!!)

Hi lovely Secret Santa <33333

Thank you so much for the ask!

I'm trying to remember specifically what I put down for my fav moments lol. Off the top of my head I love the years '63-'65 just because of how mutually delighted/obsessed they were with each other. And what with them touring all the time they had plenty of opportunity to hook up with no stress or extra effort. I love the kind of heady, no complications, just music and fucking, vibes of those years.

And '67 will always be important to me because of how deeply domestic, clothes-sharing, doing everything together, living at Cavendish and shagging all the time the whole year was.

And I love early Liverpool for mutual pining, Romeo and Juliet-type "my dad won't let us be together" ridiculousness. I especially love a pining Paul perspective with Jim being an asshole (bc he was and I love angst)

On the subject of angst I LOVE it but only if it doesn't end with any breakup or unrequited heartbreak. I'm all for fic where some external angst makes things terrible for them, or one of them is being a dick because of some dumb insecurity, but I need it to end in real reconciliation and a way forward. I really love me some dark heavy angst (Manila, the cherry bomb, Paul getting arrested in Japan) that is outside of their own drama and could mean some really A+ hurt/comfort.

In terms of kink, I love me any good bottom!Paul, sub!Paul, just Paul getting railed, by John but honestly by anyone. J/P is my number one but I do love some good Paul/Robert smut, or even Paul and some random dude/dudes.

As far as things I don't love in fic, I tend not to go for anything that is built on the idea that they never fucked until the 70s or later (altho I have read some AMAZING fic based on that premise) but generally its not my thing because 1. I don't find it particularly believable and 2. it just kinda depresses me to think about all that wasted time. So it's generally not my thing. And as I said earlier, any angst that's mostly them fighting or breaking up with no reconciliation is a nope for me.

As far as fanart, I love NSFW if it's something you would be comfortable with, J/P, bottom!Paul, I'm not that picky on the other details lol. But if you'd rather do something more general, anything of them kissing. I need more otp kissing art, always.

I am honestly so excited for whatever you're planning, I'm sure I'll love it. I hope this info helps, ilysm!! <33333

#Anonymous #beatles secret santa 2023 #answered

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bumblingbabooshka · 2 years

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Dynamics within the Chakotay/Janeway/Tuvok Dynamic

Janeway/Chakotay Enemies to Lovers: This doesn’t last long but it’s still there Friends to Lovers: Sometimes you’re laughing with your friend and look over and realize they’re the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. Forbidden Love: From the Maquis thing and the fact that she’s the captain and I guess the fact that she’s engaged to Mark would be a barrier earlier on in the show. Pining/Slowburn: This ship burned so slow it’s not even boiling in the actual show What are We?: They both like each other and know they like each other and know the other one knows they like each other but they aren’t dating. Everyone Knows: Every single person on Voyager is keeping their eye on this Sunshine Guy: Chakotay can always make her smile...get a lil laugh out of her We’re Not So Different You and I: They’re both leaders who would put their lives on the line to protect their crew, even if their leadership styles are different. More of an early-seasons trope Enamored at First Sight: This seems like something that’d fit them, I seem to remember them getting along very quickly Dump Him: Chakotay being better than Mark in almost every way seems like a trope that could be used here...like, Mark not being a bad guy by any means but hoo-wee Chakotay just blows him out of the water ___________________ Chakotay/Tuvok Enemies to Lovers: This would be a true enemies-to-lovers arc both due to the betrayal and because early on Chakotay seems to find Tuvok generally just annoying as a person (and the feeling is mutual) I Trusted You: The whole spying-on-you thing’s gonna be a whole ordeal, huh I Trusted You (but with romantic intent): Same as above but in this scenario one or both of them developed budding little feelings for one another and the whole spying thing is gonna make that extra hard to grow back. Oh Fuck Not This Guy: Sometimes you share an unexpected little moment with your tolerated coworker/maybe kind of friend and you look over and realize they’re the second most beautiful person you’ve ever seen. And then you scream and scream about it on the inside. Forbidden Love: From the Maquis thing, potentially the fact that Chakotay and Janeway are having their own little thing, and - most importantly - Tuvok’s absolute devotion towards his wife. Pining/Slowburn: Because of all of the above. Mr.Steal-Your-Girl?: Tuvok being slightly too close to Janeway for Chakotay to view their relationship as purely platonic but not so close that he can determine for sure that it’s romantic is a potential something that I personally think about a lot. You’ll Never Be Her: Tuvok and Chakotay being together but each being primarily in love with someone else (T’Pel, Janeway) is also something I think about a lot. Get Along Shirt: Sometimes your sort of maybe girlfriend wants you to get along with her best friend and it works a little too well (or maybe the perfect amount) Rebel With A Cause: Sometimes the romantic type you thought you grew out of as a rebellious teenager comes alive. Seriously though, Chakotay being a kindhearted rebel labelled as a criminal who believes in what he does is something that teen Tuvok would have found so attractive and I can imagine him hating that some part of him veryveryvery deep down...still finds it a little attractive. The Man The Myth The Legend: These two will make up anything and say it’s ancient wisdom or a Vulcan thing Coworkers to Friends to Enemies to Coworkers to Friends to Lovers: It’s complicated ___________________ Tuvok/Janeway Forbidden Love: She’s the captain, and they both have canonical spouses (I know she and Mark are engaged but that’s as good as married for this trope) A Tried and True Tradition: She’s the captain and he’s the Vulcan What are We?: A sort of queerplatonic vibe from these two Unrequited Love: But if you’re in the mood for angst I’m getting a real ‘doomed romance’ vibe from these two Friends to Lovers: They’ve known each other for decades Enemies to Friends: The very first thing Tuvok did upon meeting Janeway was scold her in front of superior officers Not Like Other Humans: Tuvok having a difficult, frustrating time with humans leading to him quitting Starfleet would probably lead to him not really liking humans that much but then when he comes back there’s Janeway and at first she probably seems much like the others he’s encountered (hence the scolding) but then...something happens.. Ugh Not This Guy: Sometimes you share an unexpected little moment with a reckless human or a guy who embarrassed you in front of superior officers and you realize oh no you actually like them a lot I Need You: They rely on one another for guidance, support and comfort. Especially during trying times like being blasted into mystery space with death approaching fast and often. They’re also the only ones on the ship’s starfleet side who have known each other pre-canon. I’ll Never Be Her: Janeway 1000% knows T’Pel (is probably good friends with her) and has seen firsthand Tuvok’s love for her and I think that would ratchet the angst up so high No Longer Needed: Tuvok watching Janeway and Chakotay grow closer and seeing her come to rely more on Chakotay for matters both personal and professional. You Like Him Don’t You?: Janeway @ Tuvok or Tuvok @ Janeway but it’s always about Chakotay. Oh my God just tell him already please this is painful ___________________ Chakotay/Janeway/Tuvok Three Braincells: I just like the trope of three very intelligent people who usually are so responsible and calm finally being able to let loose and bounce around one another. There’s usually a voice of reason but who that is rotates. Old Hollywood: There’s just something so old Hollywood about the three of them and I don’t know if I can explain it. Forbidden Love: Literally anything about this could be forbidden Men Get Pegged: Self explanatory Get in Loser: Tuvok is getting forced to a party Go the Fuck to Sleep: Chakotay dragging the two of them to bed...they work too much. This also applies to just general rest, not necessarily sleeping. What are We?: This could get complicated depending on your specific brand of loving angst. I Hate Your Boyfriend: Depending on your specific brand of loving angst this applies to the Tuvok/Chakotay ship even if they’re both sort of dating Janeway It’s an Inside Joke: Imagine dating two people who’ve known each other for decades. You Did What?: Imagine dating two people who the universe just loves to fuck with. Little Miss ‘Died but Got Better’ and Mr ‘Sure I’ll Mindmeld With You’ We Look like a Couple...of Besties: I can hear Janeway saying something along these lines when asked if she’s dating either Chakotay or Tuvok Not if it’s You: Chakotay’s the only one who’s demonstrated an affinity for grander gestures (Giving Janeway that ring[??] in Year of Hell) so I can just imagine them wordlessly taking care of one another in practical ways...they’re all a bit older and more appreciative of smaller more helpful gestures Food as Love Language: Seska explicitly mentioned that she’s the only one who knows how to make soup the way Chakotay likes it as a seduction technique, Janeway is Miss ‘You Never Bring Me Tea...’ and Tuvok is a picky eater. Janeway can’t cook while Tuvok is very good at it, or at least at baking. Idk, I’m just thinking v_v The Crushing Weight: I love the trope of characters who have to be strong and calm and keep everyone else safe finally being able to break down with a loved one or two. There’s literally so much to break down about and only two people to do it in front of. (Though Chakotay would probably be less strict on himself than the other two) Oh He’s Got Jokes: Tuvok is funny and Chakotay’s open-mouthed in awe at him actually playing along or making a joke while Janeway’s just smirking...she knows. She’s known the whole time.

#Chakotay/Janeway/Tuvok #st voyager #There's just so many this is such a versatile trio #this is just all from the top of my own lil head #is it obvious how much I think about this?? My money's on 'Yes Bea. Heartbreakingly obvious.'

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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year

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snaco

Hmmmm...While this ship appeals to me in ways, I'm gonna have to softly say "no."

1.) Why don’t you ship it?

While it could be super mega hot, I just don't get the vibe that it could be a lasting, lifelong true love sort of deal. Or even real, reciprocated love on both ends.

Also: Snarry is OTP and I can't betray my soulship like that.

2.) What would have made you like it?

idk maybe if Harry didn't exist or something...

Actually, I don't not like it. I do like it. I just don't ship it. (Does that make sense? Am I being weird?)

3.) Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

I did mention super mega hot, right? The age gap. The whole Head of House/student thing. Oh oh! If you think of them as godfather/godson???? SPICY.

Even better if you think of stuff happening on the run, after Dumbledore's death. For extra fear and angst factors.

I especially like say unrequited love on Draco's end. And he feels ashamed because he's a pureblood and he's supposed to marry a pretty pureblood lady and produce heirs. And Snape is a half-blood and poor and ugly, etc. But he can't help himself!! He admires how smart and skilled he is and how snarky he is. And he feels safe with Severus, and he needs that. (But alas, Severus is madly in love with Harry, and oh the heartbreak, etc. etc.)

Anyway, it's a good time and I super dig it, I just don't buy it as say it being mutual and leading to happily ever after. I always imagine even if they did get together and stayed together, it wouldn't necessarily be happy or healthy. And Severus will always be longing for his Harry. They just don't fit, however either of them feels about it.

But y'know...HOT. (I have my priorities, okay.)

others answered: Dramione, Snarry, Jegulus, Jily, Dron, Starbucks, Riddledore, Snupin, Remadora, Fleurmione, Snack, Snumbledore, Scorbus, Jeddy, Moonchaser, Snamione, Ronmione, Tomarrymort, Snape/reader or OCs, AD/GG/TMR, Chaco, Flonks, Snaco.

#asked & answered #ship asks #snaco

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darlingpwease · 2 years

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as per bastardly thoughts, i really want to see how yuuta would react to his current beloved, no matter how significant their prowess in strength and skill is, succumbing to their end far too prematurely. im not too sure how irrelevant this is to the topic of my drafts but i love me some good ole' angst... would he end up with a rika 2.0? find out more at 5! now, a word from our sponsors; raaaaid shadow lege--

BWAH sorry-

you know what? I knew you had sadistic tendencies. I approve of that.

DISCLAIMER. I promised that I wouldn't let Yuuta suffer, but all the witnesses: it wasn't me who proposed this idea, I'm just a gear in this system that performs its functions.

you and me

... are drowning in love

content warnings: slowburn between me and the main idea. my unrequited love to stop being sentimental. not a detailed mention of death. unhealthy relationship. mutual obsessiveness. mild interspecies relationship.

overpowered!reader implied. cursed spirit!reader (or dead!reader).

The poor boy is too dependent on others, too sensitive, as if his skin disappears whenever it concerns his loved ones. The reason for his stress — according to the fanbook — is 'being unable to meet his classmates'; literally after you accept his awkward chaotic confession (or catch him using your clothes), Yuuta sticks to your hip, even if he doesn't know at all what to do with these overwhelming feelings.

He just loves you so much that doesn't know what he can do with his feelings — which are so many that he suffocates from the pressure. It was completely different than before — it feels strange; so unusual and frightening to have someone you've been dreaming about next to you, as if you really love him and want him, considering him good enough and cute.

He's not one of the desperate ones- a blatant lie, he's one of those; you give him an extra hint of what you want, and he wags his tail when he brings it to you. He's a good boy, right? So longing for human warmth and love that if Yuuta had the confidence that you want the same, he would not leave you for a minute, no matter what sacrifices he would have to make.

... Not that your relationship is still stable, though. His wild thirst, unaccustomed and hungry for attention and love, and his timid sweet desire to curl up — jumps around you, trying to explain to you what he wants, but can't even find relatively similar words, as if his head is empty. There are many attempts to touch and predict where Yuuta can ask, and where it is better for him to shut up and swallow his desires, even if you try to convince him that you will listen to everything, he simply cannot ask for something for himself, fearing that it will push you away. Wasn't it his lack of selfishness that attracted you?

As soon as he stops being like that, you'll... push him away, right?

It's okay, you don't have to treat it that way, he understands — you love him for something, don't you? He just wants to keep this love, you are too perfect for him, definitely "out of his league" — definitely a lot of problems and attempts to contact in the most comfortable way before Yuuta can relax and accept your love as something natural that he does not need to constantly confirm. Just assume that you can love him in the same way that he loves you.

Surely this will be the second year of study — the time when you have already got used to each other enough and will behave like an old married couple; enough time has already passed to discuss, get under each other's skin and wander around compromises — his phone is obscenely full of your photos and joint videos, with a calendar and marked "special days". Have thousands of notes about you so as not to forget anything, starting from small habits (which Yuuta is still afraid to forget, although if you wake him up at one in the morning, he will repeat each one perfectly) and ending with ideas for gifts or holidays.

(he's on the more planning side, probably doing this almost a year before the right date to make everything perfect.)

Surely it is these cute sweet moments — hidden in the room, in the phone, notes, messages, “I really miss you... how about spending a few days alone together?”, hidden gifts, "secretly make a favorite dish to celebrate", "massage or bath?", "very cute laughs. not forget to remind about this", "a few days off as a surprise? maybe sea or lake", "we need to spend more time together", "I didn't even know it was possible to love someone so much...", photo on the home screen, the keychain that you chose together, video and audio files — all these moments become his

nightmare

for one.

That 'something is wrong' he understands with his heart even before that, how this "wrong" happens.

... In fact, although his personality has to develop, being separated from others, I'm sure it would break him. The first time it was so painful and traumatic that he couldn't let go of Rika's soul, forcing her to follow him and guard him, which is why his social life was thoroughly spoiled.

When he finds out that you — person, who for the first time in a long time got under his skin and took his heart with him, died, — he doesn't believe it to the last, even if his common sense says it is; he just can't accept it. Didn't you promise to be with him until the very end? Didn't you say that you would never betray him and leave him alone anymore?

Didn't you swear that now he would never feel unloved and cold?

Refusal to accept becomes a shock, shock becomes aggression, aggression turns into attempts to convince yourself that you could not — or that you can still pass something, at least something, if only you would not leave, if only you would not leave him.

The boy has the most violent hysteria, but Yuuta can't even take care of himself, too fixated on you — or on what's left of you, if there's anything left of you. And he tries to recover as quickly as possible, but he can't neither get rid of things that remind him of you, nor accept the fact that you are no longer around, as if everything around him froze at the time when he thought it was better to buy for the anniversary.

Even the way he is now is thanks to you, all thanks to you, you helped him become like this, but at heart he is still that Yuuta, sweet sweet Yuuta, who was easily nervous at any social interaction and counted on your help, looking for your presence, like your dog.

And such thoughts only worsen his already broken mental state. Because the only thing, the only thing he promised when he tried to keep up with you, that one day he would protect you. One day he will save you. One day you will understand how he feels when you help him.

And he couldn't even do that with all the power he had in his hands.

What would hurt him more? To see your death and know that he did not have time — too weak, still weak, still insufficient, even just to save you, or to know that when you were dying, he was not there?

It doesn't matter, in fact — his heart hurts so much that it's hard for him to breathe, suffocating from the influx of thoughts telling him that he didn't have time, that it's his fault, that you warned about it. You knew — he just didn't pay attention. In the end, when you break away, all this security built around family life and relationships collapses like a house of cards. Yuuta is one of those who gives himself completely — and finds himself knocked down again and left alone.

Perhaps it will be even worse only if it was you who saved him, but any outcome leads to the loss of his feelings of tenderness, love and security, as if he was a traveler whose only shelter was destroyed with his silent consent — if he wanted, he would not have allowed it, which means he was not against it.

"You can't run away from responsibility and blame only others" — he admits that it's his fault, only his fault... would you be happy?

I mean, some powerful sorcerers were able to continue to exist as curses. Considering that you were both powerful and drowning in love... let's be honest, it's probably going to end badly-more for the others than for the two of you. You promised to keep him safe and protect him, didn't you? Maybe you are not quite the same as you were before, but your feelings are still burning, and you know what you are staying for, giving up rebirth to stay with your beloved.

You promised to grow old together. Everything will be fine as long as he holds your hand. A cute keychain, a joint photo, maybe even paired earrings (or pendants), memories, secrets, hobbies, interests, holidays, an almost intuitive understanding of each other, feelings — you had so much in common and so much created together.

How can you leave him alone?

How can he let you go?

After all, he's so hopeless that he'd be waiting at the door for you to open for him.

Yuuta had only one ideology — to fight not for himself, but for others. His life is not important as long as his loved ones. We need to save everyone who can be saved. We need to help everyone who can be helped. The strong have the power to protect those who are weaker. His meaning is to try to make the world a better place.

You hum that this curse is a promise.

But if you are a curse, then why is it like a blessing for him?

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star lost with you | hyunjin au | part 12

synopsis: working in a quaint little art store, you’ve had the honor of meeting all kinds of people, but you’ve never met somebody like him.

there were many reasons hyunjin returned to his hometown; a getaway from the ephemeral and fast-paced life of the city, so he could fall in love with life again. he thought he was prepared for everything, to study art in the way that he’s always wanted to, but what he didn’t anticipate was meeting you.

hwang hyunjin realises that sometimes, the best things in life happen unplanned.

series: star lost with you

pairing: idol! hyunjin x artist! reader

genre: friends to lovers, angst, smut, fluff, set in the idolverse, mutual pining, unrequited love, forbidden (?) romance, slowburn (!), soulmate au (kind of)

word count: 32K (!!!)

warnings: cursing, a lot of angst im sorry, jealousy, an excess of mutual pining, references to dieting, sexual tension, mature content, forbidden relationship angst, mentions of anxiety, fluff, dirty talk, making out, kissing, a lot of grinding, dry humping, sub! hyunjin, mentions of the word cock, groping, dom! hyunjin, edging (?), many many confused and conflicted feelings

a/n: well, a lot happens in this part too !! I feel like i say that for each, but it’s 32K, and i was very excited for this. writing hyun is always so fun, and he’s extra precious in this party. i really, really hope you enjoy it too! there’s a looot of emotions, and back and forth, so please get comfortable and read this!

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star lost with you | hyunjin au | part 1

synopsis: working in a quaint little art store, you’ve had the honor of meeting all kinds of people, but you’ve never met somebody like him.

there were many reasons hyunjin returned to his hometown; a getaway from the ephemeral and fast-paced life of the city, so he could fall in love with life again.

he thought he was prepared for everything, to study art in the way that he’s always wanted to, but what he didn’t anticipate was meeting you.

hwang hyunjin realises that sometimes, the best things in life happen unplanned.

series: star lost with you

pairing: idol! hyunjin x artist! reader

genre: friends to lovers, angst, smut, fluff, set in the idolverse, mutual pining, unrequited love, forbidden (?) romance

word count: 12K (i know it’s just part 1 but...)

warnings: cursing, mentions of drinking, angst, mentions of making out, mature content and language

a/n: aaaa! I have been looking forward to this story for a very long time, and I hope that you guys love this chapter, the characters and the world, even if it’s only the first chapter and may be too early to like it. it may feel like a lot happens in this chapter, but it’s necessary to set up the rest of the story...which is a lot more haha.

thank you @ortali for this beautiful gif <3

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star lost with you | hyunjin au | part 10

synopsis: working in a quaint little art store, you’ve had the honor of meeting all kinds of people, but you’ve never met somebody like him.

hwang hyunjin realises that sometimes, the best things in life happen unplanned.

series: star lost with you

pairing: idol! hyunjin x artist! reader

genre: friends to lovers, angst, smut, fluff, set in the idolverse, mutual pining, unrequited love, forbidden (?) romance, slowburn (!), soulmate au (kind of)

word count: 28K (im sorry lol)

warnings: cursing, a lot of angst, hints of manipulative behaviour, jealousy, mutual piningx500, mentions of kissing, sexual language, mature content, so much fluff, questionable arguments, references to condoms, mentions of boners, toxic behaviour, drinking

a/n: ahh im so happy excited to share this part with you. it’s the longest chapter till now, and it can almost be divided into two very different emotions. i hope you like the variation, and hyun is explored so much more in this part. some characters make very bad or manipulative decisions and can be frustrating, sorry lmao! but i hope you enjoy this!

you can listen to my star lost playlist here! thank you @ortali for this gif <3

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only fools fall for you | hyunjin sm au | final part

series: only fools fall for you

pairing: dancer! hyunjin x dancer! reader

fic type: social media au (with few written parts)

genre: college au, angst, enemies to lovers, smut and some fluff

word count: 35K words (i...don’t have an excuse)

warnings: angst, cursing, alcohol, jealousy, making out, dirty talk, sexual tension, grinding, fingering, cockwarming, dom! hyunjin, unprotected sex, lots of feelings, sub! hyunjin, hair pulling, overstimulation

a/n: oh my god, it’s finally here haha. i absolutely cannot believe that this story is over, because it meant everything to me throughout the last year, and throughout the time hyun was gone. i’m so glad to have gotten to share this with you, and i could cry at the love you’ve shown me. i’ve poured everything into this chapter, and i hope you guys love it so much and that i didn’t disappoint.

since it’s so long, it takes two minutes or three to load, if you’re using the tumblr mobile app, and would be easier on the browser, or pc !! please look forward to it, and get comfortable, and you can even listen to my playlist, given in my masterlist. once again, thanks for everything.

a huge thanks to @ortali for making this beautiful gif for this chapter, and all my other ones! <3

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My #1 post of 2022

star lost with you | hyunjin au

synopsis: working in a quaint little art store, you've had the honor of meeting all kinds of people, but you've never met somebody like him.

there were many reasons hyunjin returned to his hometown; a getaway from the ephemeral and fast-paced life of the city, so he could fall in love with life again.

he thought he was prepared for everything, to study art in the way that he’s always wanted to, but what he didn’t anticipate was meeting you.

hwang hyunjin realises that sometimes, the best things in life happen unplanned.

pairing: idol! hyunjin x artist! reader

fic type: written series

genre: friends to lovers, so much angst, mature content, fluff, set in the idolverse, mutual pining, unrequited love, forbidden (?) romance, slowburn (!), soulmate au (kind of), star-crossed lovers

status: ongoing.

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5. the aftermath

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7. remnants of dreams

8. neon painted hearts

9. the morning after

10. the tickets were just an excuse

11. imagine you in the night sky

12. the summer carnival and him

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BODYGUARD - JJK

↬ description: when you’re stuck in a near-death situation, your high school crush, now your bodyguard, begins to regret ever rejecting you 5 years ago.

pairing — jungkook x female reader

genre — fluff, smut, angst

rating — 18+

word count — 2.6k

warnings/tags — bodyguard!au, bodyguard!jk, idol!reader, softdom!jk, sub!reader, unrequited love, explicit smut, rejection, a little pining, active shooter situation, mentions of guns, mentions of death, death threats, attempted murder, jk regrets a lot, making out, teasing, foreplay, fingering, finger sucking, choking, dirty talk, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, ladies & gents), indirect confession, mentions of body worship, love-making, gets a bit fluffy near the end

If you had known Jeon Jungkook would be filling in the role as your bodyguard, you would’ve never gone through with it.

Your first love, Jeon Jungkook.

Your crush on him back in high school was a pretty big one. So big, your whole year group knew about it, and that meant Jungkook knew as well. You assumed he wouldn’t care, but in fact he did.

He cared enough to tell you the feelings weren’t mutual.

Since then, you avoided him for the remainder of the year before going off to university. You couldn’t bring yourself to be in his presence after that, and you were lucky to have not bumped into him during that time.

Here you are now, 23 years old, world-renowned artist, squeezed into a limo and forced to sit in between Jungkook and his associate. You were on your way back from what you thought was nothing more than a red carpet event, but it was far from it.

Multiple rumours were circulating that there was an attacker present at the event you attended earlier today, threatening to fire a gun at you, and in all honesty, you weren’t too phased since these ‘threats’ were always empty.

“You can never be too cautious, Y/N,” Jungkook scolds you, equipping his wires under his bulletproof vest beneath his dress shirt and fixing his in-ears. Your carelessness was something he hated, and the fact that you didn’t care much about the threat only proved his point further.

“Jungkook, it’s really not that deep. Almost a hundred people have sent me death threats, and here I am, standing in front of you, alive and well,” you say, your arms out by your side to show him that really, you were perfectly fine.

You were minding your own business, flashing a smile at all the cameras in front of you, pulling different poses, when the piercing sound of what you failed to fear most, sounded across the venue.

Any normal person would make a run for it, which is what everyone did, except for you. You were stuck in a state of shock, standing on the red carpet and watching everyone panic.

If it wasn’t for Jungkook, you’d be 100% dead by now. With his quick thinking and fast reflexes, he was able to join you on the carpet, grabbing tightly at your wrist and dragging you away from the scene to somewhere more safe.

He was muttering a bunch of code into his earpiece, something along the lines of you being escorted out through the back of the venue.

And that brings you here, in the car whilst Jungkook’s associate went on about extra precautionary measures.

“We’ve prepared a safe house for you both to stay in indefinitely.”

Safe house?

Mentions of the safe house certainly woke you up. “You mean, locking us up in a house with no outside contact, and no fresh air? Do we at least get internet?”

Jungkook stayed silent, knowing he had no choice but to abide since it was his job.

“Miss L/N, we can’t take any risks. We’ve had to cut off the internet in the safe-house in case the perpetrator tracks it back to your personal devices. We’ve upped our cyber security, but we just can’t risk the shooter getting to you.”

It all sounded like too much. It sounded suffocating.

“Besides, you’ll have Mr Jeon joining you on your stay. You guys have history, no? It shouldn’t be too bad.”

Your body went stiff.

You and Jungkook had gone two years without high school being mentioned and this was probably the worst time to think about him rejecting you 5 years ago.

Neither of you said a word after that, silently driving to the safe-house and when you got there, Jungkook escorted you inside, following behind you and closing the door.

Much to your surprise, all of your belongings were stuffed in a suitcase by the front door.

At least you saved time on packing.

The safe house wasn’t too bad, it looked like an average family home. The curtains were forced shut, restricting any possible line of sight into the house. There were certain places marked ‘x’ on the floor, indicating the spots you weren’t allowed to stand on.

“You should probably get out of that dress, I can’t imagine how uncomfortable it is,” you hear Jungkook’s voice behind you as he grabs your suitcases. He was right, the black Vera Wang dress you were forced to wear was extremely tight fitting, almost suffocating, but you couldn’t deny, it did the job of showing off your best assets.

“What? You think I don’t look good?” you prompt, trying to sound offended but it was all in good humour.

Jungkook scoffed and pushed past you to go upstairs and into your assigned room. “I already said you looked good earlier, what more do you want from me?”

You follow behind him and throw yourself onto the bed with a sigh. You don’t respond straight away, tempted to go with ‘your love,’ but instead you opt for something else. “I don’t know? Anything? It’s not everyday you get shot at.”

Jungkook’s eyes softened at your words. He felt pity for you. You were nothing more than a pure soul that didn’t deserve any of this shit and yet there were people out there trying to get you. How would you ever recover from this?

“That door by the corner leads into my room. If you need anything from me during the night, just knock and I’ll be happy to assist, but aside from that, join me downstairs if you wish to have company tonight.”

With that, Jungkook leaves you to change. You sit up on the bed, eyes wandering around the unfamiliar room as tonight’s events slowly started to sink in.

You didn’t want to be alone tonight. What if someone tried to kidnap you?

Or kill you?

You shook your head of your incessant thoughts, making quick moves to change out of your evening dress and into something more comfortable; a pair of black leggings and a crème blouse.

Back downstairs, Jungkook was carrying out last minute security checks around the house, ensuring every door and window was locked. He put on some slow music in hopes it would help distract you from everything that happened tonight and when your ears first picked up on it, you couldn’t help but smile.

Once everything was deemed safe, Jungkook fell back on the couch, eyes closing and mind running 100 miles per minute.

What if you did get shot today?

He wouldn’t be able to live with himself after that. His life was flashing before his eyes, mind running back to high school when you both first met. Things were easier back then. These days you were forced to stick by his side just for a visit to the local cafe.

His train of thoughts came to a stop the moment you walked into the room with a hopeful smile on your face.

“Dance with me?”

Jungkook would normally refuse such a request, wanting to keep things professional, but if this was your way of coping, then he’d do it a hundred times over for you.

“Just this once, Miss L/N”

You turn up the music on the bluetooth speaker, humming along to the song as Jungkook makes his way over to you, his hands starting to sweat profusely.

As he got closer to you, you could feel the heat radiating off his body, and you were certain your request had made him uncomfortable, but you didn’t back down. Once he was close enough to you, you grabbed his hands, setting them on your hips to which Jungkook gladly pulled your body closer to his.

You were surprised by his forwardness and laughed softly, “I know you’re not the dancing type, but I just need something..” you mumble, holding his hand out to the side and resting your chin on his shoulder. Jungkook stayed silently, paying extra attention to the beat of the song and swaying both your bodies in time to the music.

You couldn’t tell if you were doing this because you needed to ‘cope,’ or if you still had feelings for him, but the fact that he wasn’t stopping you, gave you the green light.

“This is nice..” you whisper, to which Jungkook hummed in agreement. Everything felt so peaceful; both of you lost in your own worlds, ignoring whoever the hell was after you.

After a few minutes of mindless swaying, Jungkook pulled away from you with a soft smile on his face. You looked so beautiful; bare-faced and glowing under the dim light of the room. His eyes were seeping into you, and you looked so clueless you couldn’t do anything but clear your throat awkwardly.

“What?”

He needed to do this. He went 5 years lying to himself about his feelings for you. Now would be the right time to change that.

Jungkook’s eyes flickered down to your lips, and without second-guessing himself, his lips were moulding perfectly with yours.

At first you froze, just like you did on the red carpet, but once it hit you that this was Jeon Jungkook kissing you, you gladly returned the kiss, your hands moving down to grip onto his biceps as he held you tightly in his arms.

You took a few steps forward, forcing him to take a few steps back until he fell back onto the couch. The sight in front of him was to die for; you towering over him with utmost desire in your eyes.

“Have I ever told you how attracted I am to you?” He asks breathlessly, staring up at your form with a small smirk on his lips.

Jungkook was sprawled out on the couch, almost as if he was offering you his lap, which you couldn’t turn down. You set yourself on top of him, your hands creeping up to brush through his dark hair as your hips simultaneously rolled against him, eliciting a quiet groan to fall from his lips.

“Forced myself to keep my mouth shut all these years,” he seethes, gripping your hips and guiding your clothed cunt over his growing erection. It sounded like he was mad at himself, but who were you to stop him? He missed out on you, if anything, he deserved some hard hitting self-realisation.

“Had to watch all these men fawn over you for the last two years. I fucking hated it.”

You whimper at his words, your hands moving to grip onto his shoulders for more stability. By now your poor cunt was pulsating between your legs, desperate for something other than childish grinding, and it seemed that Jungkook took notice, his hands pulling your leggings down half way so he could dip his index and middle finger into your soaking heat.

“There she is,” he teases, pushing his fingers deeper inside of you and wallowing at the way your walls would greedily squeeze around his digits. Your pussy was salivating around him and the sheer embarrassment on your face completely gave you away.

“Can’t imagine how you’d react with my cock buried deep inside you, huh?” Neither could you. You’d probably lose yourself on his cock, and the idea seemed quite enjoyable.

You couldn’t even sit up right, finding yourself burying your face into the crook of his neck as his digits stretched you out. Never in a million years did you think you’d be in this situation with your highschool crush, and now that it was finally happening, you had no clue how to act.

“Come on, Y/N.. tell me how much you love me,” Jungkook taunts you, licking over his bottom lip and pulling his fingers out of you, all covered in your arousal. He grabs ahold of your jaw and forces your mouth open before stuffing his coated digits into your mouth, completely catching you off-guard.

“I said tell me how much you love me.”

Your lips act on its own accord, immediately wrapping around his fingers as you stare at him like a lost puppy.

“I’m not gonna cum on my own, so make it quick,” he grips your jaw harder, urging you to go on.

“Mmf— I love you—!” you cry out, words all muffled and incoherent, but Jungkook let you off, retracting his hands away to fiddle with the belt of his black dress pants, pulling them down along with his boxers

Even though he was satisfied with your response, you still continued, “So, so much!”

You blabbered on about how you never got over him, you went to sleep every night creating fake scenarios about him, and spent your more ‘intimate’ moments thinking about him. You did that far too much to the point where you couldn’t even cum without thinking of him.

You hadn’t even noticed that Jungkook had his cock standing tall and hard beneath you, magically slipping into your tight cunt which so happily took him in, your walls wrapping around him perfectly.

The stretch was undeniably painful, but you knew you could handle it, whimpering softly when you felt him lift his hips up into you.

“Pretty girl with such a pretty pussy, hm?” Jungkook’s eyes danced down to where his body met yours, almost cumming on the spot just from the sight of his cock splitting you open.

You couldn’t handle such compliments, such praise, unable to respond to him, but the way your body was taking him so well was enough to let him know that you were enjoying yourself.

“Fuck— this isn’t doing it for me,” Jungkook had given you enough time to get used to his size and his current pace, so he decided to completely take over, lifting you up and shifting your position; now you were on the couch whilst he was still stuffed between your legs.

The position was far more extravagant, allowing him to bunch your knees up your chest, watching them press against your clothed tits as he mercilessly fucked into you at an ungodly pace.

“We could be stuck here for days, weeks, even months,” he starts, digging his nails into the plush skin of your thighs, “I’m gonna spend every minute of everyday with you, making love to you, worshipping your body the way I should’ve done 5 years ago.”

Your heart was running laps, butterflies forming in the pit of your stomach and your pussy fluttering after every word.

The more he went on, the closer you were to cumming all over him. “Come on pretty baby, I can feel you clenching around me, you don’t need to ask for permission,” Jungkook coos, softly rubbing his thumb against your cheek without disrupting the movement of his hips as his orgasm neared closer to yours.

And before you knew it, your body was breaking down beneath him, your orgasm washing over your body like a herd as a string of curses oh-so-effortlessly fell from your lips.

“Shit—” Jungkook joined you down under, his hips finally coming to a slow stutter as he drained his thick load inside of you, watching the way hints of white would spill out onto the sofa beneath you.

“Aw, you made such a mess,” he pouts, pulling out and replacing his cock with his fingers, stuffing the excess cum back into your sensitive, gaping hole. He let out an airy chuckle, jerking himself off a couple times to get himself up and running again and you couldn’t tell if he was being serious.

“Jungkook—?”

“You know I’m nowhere near finished with you, right?”

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