#for now I have so little couple-y drabbles left to do LOL the rest are probably headcanon-ish or angst.

[garbinge]

Chalk Drawings

Happy Lowman & Juice Ortiz & Platonic!Reader Jax Teller & Teller!Sister Reader Opie Winston x Teller!Sister Reader

Day 22 from these April Prompts: Chalk Drawings

Summary: When Happy and Juice are on protection duty and the AC is broken you and the kids take to the outside to escape the sweaty prison that’s Jax’s house as you wait for your brother and partner to come home. 

Words: 1.9k 

A/N: I’ve been having a rough couple of days so I’m not really sure what this is but, I hope you all enjoy! lol.

Warnings: pretty fluffy (for me and my writing lol), reader has a daughter with Opie (no name given), no use of Y/N, slight angst/tension, alludes to death/murder slightly, nothing that’s not canon-level. 

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics​

It was a beautiful summer afternoon, the sun was shining, there were fluffy clouds in the sky that were shaped like cotton candy. The only downside was that the California heat had no mercy and apparently neither did Jax’s air conditioner. It had broken early in the morning and by the afternoon the whole place felt like a sauna. Fans and open windows did nothing against the real feel of 93 degrees and there were only so many popsicles you willingly wanted to give to all the kids. This is what brought you outside on the driveway that had been covered by shade all day so it was luckily not burning hot. You had the full Winston x Teller group today, Kenny, Ellie, Abel, and your 3 year old daughter with Opie. The club was in partial lockdown due to business with the Cartel. Partial lockdown usually just meant no one was left alone, everyone who was someone had protection on them, which meant it was easier for people to stay in groups. Hence why you had all the kids right now. Gemma was out with Tara grocery shopping for the house and had taken Tig with them just to keep a close eye. This left you with Juice and Happy while Jax and Opie went on a run together with a few of the other guys. 

The sprinkler was going on the grass, something for the kids to run through if they got too hot, but currently the group of them were on the driveway drawing with chalk. Abel and Kenny had paired up leaving your daughter to rest in between your legs with a piece of chalk in her hands while Ellie sat to your left doing the same. You started doodling with one of the pieces of chalk that was scattered along the driveway to pass the time as well while Happy and Juice leaned against their bikes, keeping watch all of you. 

“You wanna get your hands dirty?” You held up the pink piece of chalk and called out to the two bikers. 

Juice was quick to smile but deny the request, his way of trying to look tough. You clocked it immediately because just yesterday he was eating a spongebob popsicle off the ice cream truck when he was the only one on your watch detail. 

“Yes I do.” Happy said instantly and eagerly as he pushed off his bike. He was quick to grab the chalk from you and begin doodling on the pavement. You thought you’d be shocked at his instant agreement to join you on the ground with the pastel art tools but surprisingly, it was exactly what you expected. Happy knelt on the pavement, one knee touching the ground while the other was being used as an armrest for the arm that wasn’t creating a chalk masterpiece. 

“C’mon Juice.”  You nodded your head to wave him over. 

“Yea, c’mon Juice!” Your daughter called out with a smile. 

You smirked at that and so did Juice as he walked over to you both. The little girl in your lap holding out the pink piece of chalk up to the biker. 

“Thanks,” His smirk not falling as he grabbed the chalk from the girl. 

“S’my favorite color.” She beamed at you and said the color’s name to show how smart she was. “Pink.” 

“It’s Juice’s too.” You teased and patted to the free space next to you as he shook his head and blushed. “Show me what you got, Juicy.” 

He started drawing stick figures, graffiti words, tribal drawings like his tattoos. 

“Can you draw me a flower?” Your daughter was quick to crawl out of your lap and sit in front of Juice. 

“I can try.” He began to try and draw some version of a flower, although it was looking more like a blob. 

“That’s not very good.” She tilted her head and frowned at it. 

You called out your daughters name, a warning to be nice although it didn’t do much. 

“Why does your hair look like that.” She asked as she drew over Juice’s flower creating her own masterpiece. 

Juice practically spit out the sip of water he just took at the girl’s question. 

“Why don’t you go see what Abel and Kenny are drawing, huh? Go ask Happy your questions.” You interrupted to give Juice a break. The girl shrugged and skipped her way over to the other group on the driveway. You knew Happy could handle the questions and would give them right back which entertained her. 

“Can you teach me how to draw that?” You heard her voice behind you as she stood over Happy’s shoulders. 

“I sure can.” He nodded and handed her the yellow piece of chalk before the sounds of the chalk hitting the pavement filled the air.

“Mommy look!” She called out and you turned to see the tons of smiley faces drawn on the ground, some smiling, some crying, some grinning. Your eyes jumped to Happy and back to the drawings a few times. No one came out and told you what Happy’s name meant, but being a Teller you had been around the clubhouse enough to see Happy hit the ring which meant seeing the array of smiley tats across his lower abdomen. It didn’t take a genius to put it together. 

You weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or be mortified, the kids had no idea what it meant but there was a part of you that felt like there was something eerie about it. 

“Nice drawings.” Your eyebrows raised at him with a smirk as your nostrils flared. 

Happy smiled, oblivious to your sarcasm and nodded.

The sound of motorcycle engines filled the air, but there was no sign of who it was yet. Happy and Juice quick to stand up, Happy picking up your young daughter while you got up as well. He handed the girl to you before walking to the end of the driveway with Juice. As you situated the girl in your arms you began to walk near the garage door and called the rest of the kids over to you. There was a pit in your stomach, you grabbed your nephew and placed him behind you and told Kenny and Ellie to do the same as you guided them as well, using yourself as a human shield to them as you typed in the code to the garage door. 

The bikes got closer and as the sound got louder so did your thumping heart. The garage door was taking its sweet time to open, you tried your best to keep your wits about you as to not scare the kids but it was hard when Happy and Juice were reaching for there pieces. 

“Let’s play a game!” Your head snapped to the kids as the garage door opened. “Go inside and we’ll play hide-n-seek! Only rule is you MUST stay in the house. You hide and I’ll find you!” 

The kids giggled and immediately ran inside the house, your daughter wasn’t eager to leave your arms to play so you kept her in your grip, her head rested on your shoulder which soon dropped in relief as you saw the reaper on the bikes that were approaching. You recognized both bikes, your brother and Opie’s. A breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in let out and you closed your eyes in reassurance. 

Happy and Juice fell back quickly too, their relief looking a little different than your own. As both men pulled up to the curb and backed their bikes up, you started to walk down the driveway. Opie walked over to Happy and Juice likely to fill in the crew on what had just happened while Jax walked up to you. 

“You look like you just saw a ghost.” His long blond hair blew in the hot heat as his smirk grew. 

“I thought I was about to become one.” The only reason you let the joke out was because within the few minutes of your daughter being in your arms she had fallen asleep. 

He frowned and picked his hand up to tuck your daughters hair behind her ear. 

“I’ve been on edge, heard the bikes.” You shook your head and looked down. 

“We figured it all out, we’re fine, you’re safe.” His eyes jumped from yours to the girl in your arms, “all of you.” 

Jax’s eyes looked down at the concrete to see the chalk drawings on the ground, clocking the smiley faces immediately and let out a chuckle. 

“Really, Hap?” Jax called out to the man who smiled and nodded. 

At this point, Opie was walking over, his tall body standing over you in seconds as he placed a kiss on your head. 

“Hey, you okay?” His brows furrowed picking up on your tension. 

“We spooked her.” Jax teased you as he pinched your elbow. 

Opie’s eyes moved back to yours looking for confirmation. 

“I’m fine.” You argued and looked up to Opie who smiled knowing that the sibling rivalry was coming through in your short worded sentence. 

“Where the kids?” He asked still smiling. 

“Inside, I told them we’re playing hide-n-seek if you want to go find them.” You knew both men would pick up on the fact you told them to hide and probably why but before either of them could get to the bottom of why you were so on edge besides the obvious, your daughter was stirring awake. 

“Look who's here.” You whispered to her as she sat up in your arms and you turned so she could see her father. 

“Hi Daddy.” Her voice was still half asleep. 

“Hi baby.” Opie’s arms extended out so he could grab her. “I drew smileys with Happy.” She rested her head against his shoulder in an attempt to go back to sleep. Opie looked down at the pavement and then back to you. 

“She also asked Juice about his haircut.” You crossed your arms. 

“It looks funny.” She said still at a mumble causing Opie and Jax to laugh. 

“I think it does too.” Jax started to walk inside the house. “Ready or not, here I come!” He called out but you knew he was going to grab a drink and a snack from the kitchen before he started to look for the kids. 

“I guess next time we’ll keep Hap with us.” Opie teased as you both started to walk inside while the sound of Juice and Happy’s bikes started. You turned to wave goodbye to both of them before looking back at Opie as you made your way into the garage. 

“Nah, he might be insane but he’s good with the kids and having him around actually puts me at ease.” 

“If this is you at ease, I’d hate to see you tense.” Opie teased you again as the garage door closed. 

“Why don’t you and this jelly bean here go look for the kids.” Your arms still crossed as your eyes rolled. 

“You wanna go find Abel, Ellie, and Kenny?” Opie bounced up and down to wake up his daughter. “I’ll give you a popsicle if you find them all.” His voice raised as he incentivized the girl who was suddenly wide awake. 

“Let’s go!!!” She kicked as he placed her down and she hit the ground running. “C’mon Mom, let’s go!!!” She called out to you. 

Opie smirked and threw his arm around you, “yea, let’s go.” 

#SOA #SOA Fanfic #SOA fanfiction #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfic #happy lowman #juice ortiz #Juan Carlos Ortiz #Jax Teller #opie winston #happy lowman x reader #juice ortiz x reader #Jax teller x sister #opie winston x reader #opie winston x teller sister #opie winston x teller sister reader #teller sister #teller sister reader

[astroluvr]

i literally cannot sleep, so here's a drabble based on some upcoming noah!jack. it's not perfect or anything i planned on writing, but there is a little something something in there lol. hope y'all enjoy this is extremely mediocre piece :)

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You sighed as you waddled to the phone, it seemed so much farther away than it did when you left it there. Of course, your reward was the relief that came with sinking into your plush sofa and taking the weight off your ankles.

Jack being the caller was an added bonus.

"Hi, baby." you both breathed into the phone at the same time, a smile creeping across your face.

"Hi, Jack." you giggled, leaning into the phone as you got comfortable on the couch. "How was it?"

"Baby, it was fucking electric. You have no idea, I wish you would've been here. It's the biggest crowd I've ever had. I mean, all these shows have been, but these ones knew lyrics I didn't even know."

You felt yourself grow emotional as you listened to your fiance talk on the other end. Pride swirled around you in a way that was almost unimaginable. These three months would be the longest you were apart since you met three and a half years ago and it was hard, but it was worth it. This was Jack's biggest tour yet, arenas and sold out festivals that you watched from a distance. Of course, you and Noah appeared at a couple of shows, but it was nothing like the smaller tours and it was a little more overwhelming which landed you back at home and awaiting your nightly phone calls.

"I wish I could say I'm surprised. You had all this coming, J. I'm so proud of you." you told him sincerely, resting a hand on your stomach. "So proud."

"Thank you, Y/N. I don't know, it's just... so different and I love it, but I'm always going to miss playing the intimate crowds. I'll always miss having you out there."

"Oh, you know I'll be back out there. Outrapping all your groupies."

"Shut up," Jack laughed dismissively and you could see his big smile and the way he was shaking his head without actually seeing it. "I'm not thinking about anyone else when I have the finest baby mama with a rock on her finger."

"Yeah, remember that when you're coming home to a meatball." you snorted, picking at a loose thread on your socks as Jack laughed loudly. "It wasn't that funny."

There was a beat of comfortable silence like there always was when the two of you talked, a moment where you two became so immersed in your love you forgot that you were even supposed to be talking.

"How are my boys?" he asked finally, his voice softer.

"They're amazing. Noah's getting so big and smart, he's got his alphabet down and he's starting to eat his veggies which is amazing."

"You're kidding!"

"Nope, today I put lima beans on his plate and he frowned a little, but he ate them and he liked them. He asked if he can have some tomorrow."

"Tell him I'm proud."

"I will, but he knows. I took a picture of him eating them and I meant to send it to you, but I fell asleep after dinner." your cheeks warmed and Jack gave you a tired chuckle.

"That tells me all I need to know about the other two, then."

"Sure does. They're the size of avocados."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm. Right now, it's like only being pregnant with one."

"According to you or doctors?"

"According to doctors who've never had to bear the Harlow bloodline." you scoffed, rubbing over your swollen stomach. "You know we can't keep calling them boys, right?"

"I'll be home the day we can find out. I'm putting money on them being boys. Twin boys, that's crazy." he exhaled.

"You were crazy about the idea of daughters."

"You never know." Jack murmured, and you nuzzled into the couch, placing the phone on your chest. "And how's my girl?"

"She's tired and hungry all the time and she misses you a lot."

"And somehow all of those things are my fault, right?"

"Yes, they are." you laughed, rubbing your eyes tiredly. "But I'll let you slide this time. Only because I really, really love you and you're doing really, really big things."

"I hate that I can't be there, Y/N. I hope you know when I'm not on that stage, I'm miserable."

"Hush, Jack. You deserve all of your success and you're working hard to take care of all of us, so enjoy it."

"I know, but you have Noah all on your own and everything else. You're tired all the time and you deserve a break, but I'm so far away all I can think about is you and Noah and the twins and what I'm missing. This is great, it's what I wanted, but I feel like it's shit timing."

"You'll be home soon enough, but for right now, just enjoy yourself. I know that there's nothing I can't call you for. And trust me, I will call."

Jack hummed gratefully and you pulled the throw blanket from the back of the couch. "I can hear the sleep in your voice, baby. Don't fall asleep on the couch."

"I won't. I'm just going to take a little nap."

"A little nap, okay." Jack said skeptically and you smiled. "I'll call you and Noah in the morning, baby. I love you."

"Love you more, Jack."

#i don't have high expectations for this but SURPRISE! #i don't wanna spoil it in the tags but it'll get bought up again bc this is genuinely just a boredom piece #noah!jack #jack harlow #jack harlow fanfiction #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fluff #dad!jack #drabble

[arcgeminga]

ANSWERED ASK from  @starlightofdream​​​: Fondness + Whoever you want (Twins) ♚ Meme:  Send me a number + an emotion and I will write a drabble/starter of my muse expressing that emotion!

♚— I know this isn’t a romance prompt and I could have easily made it about the twins, but I’m desperate for OTP content again, and I needed to get this idea out of my head before I lost it (since it was so sweet and it helped me go to sleep some nights ago). These are inspired by some songs from RINI’s “Constellation” album. Specifically ‘A Starry Night...’ for the first drabble and ‘For Days' for the second drabble.

Anyway, let’s get into the drabbles.

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— ♕┊  Aspros x Manigoldo (Canon verse; AU)

Luckily, they weren’t in Sanctuary when this happened. They just happened to be around the same area while on their respective missions, and Aspros was nothing short of an opportunist when it came to bothering Manigoldo. As soon as he got the information of where Manigoldo was within the country, Aspros immediately went there. Showing up unannounced to Manigoldo’s hotel room was certainly entertaining, although… note to self: don’t use Another Dimension when inviting oneself into someone’s bedroom.

They had a few hours to themselves before they had to go in the direction of their respective missions, and Aspros wasn’t a patient man after weeks of abstinence. 

“Aspros, what the hell are you doing?” Manigoldo groaned as Aspros tugged on his arm. The poor Italian just wanted to get some sleep in but had to be interrupted in the middle of the night by a not-so-courteous Greek. He had already scolded the Gemini earlier, but now that he was trying to crawl back into bed, Aspros started to annoy him like a dog wanting a treat.

“Getting you out, isn’t that obvious?” Aspros replied, refusing to let Manigoldo go back to bed. He pulled on Manigoldo’s elbow with one hand as his other flicked open Another Dimension. “The night is beautiful.”

Manigoldo let out another furious, tired groan, but he relented to Aspros’ persistent pulling while muttering under his breath, “I swear to God…”

Aspros wasn’t a heartless lover, though. When they stepped into the gridded plans of the space between realms, he pulled Manigoldo in front of him and embraced his narrow waists. The gentle action satisfied his partner a bit; Manigoldo hummed gently and leaned back until their bodies were flushed against each other. Aspros ducked his head and buried his face into the slot between Manigoldo’s neck and shoulder, silently savoring the warmth.

The quietness of Another Dimension was only for several seconds before the dark rift bled away to a coastal setting. The gentle crashes of the ocean were soothing to the ears and the night air was temperate--but Manigoldo immediately straightened his back.

“Shit,” the Italian cursed under his breath as he untangled himself from the Gemini Saint’s arms. Aspros allowed the Italian to break away with his brows raised in gentle, stupefied shock. Of course, he anticipated the Caner Saint’s tentativeness. After all, it could only take one set of eyes to catch them for their secret to get out. 

When they were a step away from each other, he finally said, “Why so bashful? It’s not like there are people around this late at night.” He emphasized his point by glancing around.

This section of town was rather deserted. Aspros had clocked the location when he first traveled through some days ago. He noted that it was a scenic spot. A moderately large section hidden away from town by a wall close to the ocean, and there was the faint melody from a nearby restaurant the rich would attend.

In their stillness after the words were uttered, their ears picked up on the distant, slow song.

Confidently, Aspros closed the gap between them. One arm immediately found its way around Manigoldo’s waist while the other clasped and raised the other’s. Without giving Manigoldo much room to reject the unspoken demand, he took a step backward while leading Manigoldo to follow him. It didn’t take long for the couple to fall into a slow, romantic cadence with the full moon and the stars as the only audiences to their intimacy.

“You’re insufferable,” the Italian grumbled without anger as he rested his head against Aspros’ shoulder. The words made Aspros laugh.

“Am I, now? That’s a first, my dear,” he replied to his sleepy companion.

“Shut up,” Manigoldo glanced up just in time to catch Aspros’ smug grin. 

After a moment of gentle swaying to the faraway serenade, Manigoldo murmured in a breathy, captivated sigh, “I love you.” 

“Mm.”

He didn’t know why, but a certain warmth that he hadn’t felt in a very long time rushed like a gentle wildfire inside of him. Perhaps to those with a weak will, they would have found some sort of comfort or excitement at the feeling, but Aspros found it irrationally distressing. However, he couldn’t act upon his agitation. Not when Manigoldo was staring at him with that sort of loving expression.

Instead, he falsified his compassion for the man’s love and offered his softest smile.

Carefully avoiding the words under the guise of not wishing to break the ‘special’ moment, the man placed a gentle kiss against his partner’s brow. 

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— ♛┊ Defteros x ? (intentionally ambiguous; private thread AU)

Defteros wasn’t a romantic. Oh, by far he wasn’t. He hated that shit with more passion than he hated being forced to communicate with people. For sure, Aspros was the helpless, corny, and stupid romantic out of the two.

He wouldn’t, say, take his significant other out to a way too expensive restaurant and pull them to the side to slow dance with them. He also wouldn’t get touchy and suffocate his partner with kisses while out on a walk. No, that kind of public affection was inherently gross by all standards.

Honestly, how the fuck can Manigoldo stand to suffer those embarrassing situations? Aspros was just so embarrassing…

Anyway, although Defteros doesn’t consider himself a romantic, it didn’t mean he didn’t have moments of tender fondness for his partner. They were rare and strictly reserved to the comfort of their private spaces.

Today happened to have one of those moments. And, unfortunately, it wasn’t exactly in private when it happened.

They were hanging out in the old house that Aspros and Defteros grew up in--the one that formerly belonged to their caretaker Klotho. It was a good place, honestly. Not too far from Sanctuary, spacious enough to have a small gathering, and honestly it could probably be a good spot to settle down in. How did Aspros manage to get the place, Defteros had no fucking idea, but he’s glad that it belonged to them regardless. He finally had a real ‘home’ to wait for his brother in--someplace that didn’t put them both at risk of severely breaking Sanctuary rules.

Anyway, Aspros and Manigoldo were cuddling on the sofa in the parlor. Aspros was telling Manigoldo about their last caretaker and their childhood adventures with the woman. Defteros had zoned out some minutes into the stories, finding himself distracted in the kitchen raiding the wine cabinet. Aspros’ voice was a soft murmur from this far away... 

Just as he poured himself a glass of red wine, a short body wrapped their arms around his waist from behind. Defteros grunted before he patted the hands that locked together just above his navel.

“Bored of brother’s stories already?” Defteros asked as he took a generous taste of his drink. The face that was pressed against the middle of his back shivered. At first, Defteros thought it was his partner getting cold, but before the worry could prompt him to ask, he heard the soft giggling.

“No,” they said innocently. Their voice was soft as if they didn’t want to bring attention to themselves. “I just didn’t want you to be lonely.”

If the words were uttered a second earlier, Defteros would have choked on his drink from the unexpected butterflies that exploded in the pit of his stomach.

In a fluid motion, he placed his cup on the table, untangled the small hands, and pulled his small lover over him as he sat down at one of the chairs nearby. The bright-eyed beauty was caught by surprise by the man’s boldness that they gaped at him from their perch on his lap.

At the moment, Defteros was caught up by an overwhelming, undefinable feeling; he cupped his partner’s face and pulled them down so that he could place a kiss on their forehead. 

He really cherished how idiotically thoughtful his companion was.

Unfortunately, that happened to be the exact time Manigoldo and Aspros decided to come into the kitchen for some wine… 

“Oh!” Manigoldo’s voice pierced through the moment like a harpoon. Startled by the sound, Defteros abruptly jumped back. All too soon, his gentle physical touches were ripped away and the only evidence that anything happened between the two was the fact Defteros’ partner had frozen in their spot on his thighs.

Manigoldo didn’t seem bothered, but he laughed and hesitated to walk further into the kitchen, “Are we about to interrupt something?”

Defteros groaned as he hid his burning face from the others by staring stubbornly out the window, “No. Nothing was happening.”

Like a little betrayer, though, his partner innocently supplied, “Nothing yet.”

Aspros, who had his arms circled around Manigoldo from behind, raised his brows in muted surprise. Just from the seconds-too-long silence that stretched, Defteros knew that the embarrassing couple had made a ridiculous assumption. 

“If you want,” Aspros hummed like a dumbass. “Mani and I could… Take a walk for like thirty minutes or so?”

“You’re a moron,” the knee-jerk reply from Defteros was venomous, but not life-threatening. 

“Ah, yes, perhaps a walk would do. Come on, Manigoldo,” Aspros played along with his joke and decided to go through with the proposal. With a gentle tug, he led Manigoldo back out of the kitchen, and it wasn’t long before the front door creaked open and closed to signal the couple’s departure.

...Defteros wanted to formally die.

But his partner laughed. Their soft fingers gently pulled Defteros’ chin until he was facing them again. They smiled sweetly, “Now, where were we?”

Well… They were alone for half an hour...

#Drabble #Dearly Belovéd;;Manigoldo (Partner | AU AND NOT REAL SO DONT USE IT AGAINST MY ASPROS DURING NORMAL THREADS) #Precious Possession;;Ambiguous (Private Thread OTP) #La~! I was in the OTP feels again. :( #Luckily no smut but I don't know if this counts as 'fondness' either.. #Either way I love it. Give me more stabs for AsupuMani and more UwU for oihoeihfoiwehfwef #man i can't wait to get to the angsty drabbles lMFAO #/sobs #for now I have so little couple-y drabbles left to do LOL the rest are probably headcanon-ish or angst. #I can't wait. #queued

[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song vi (m).

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher, never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago, and you’re unable to remember the last time you dated. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire. 

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader   au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, eventual angst, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, smut; basically a montage of the sex they’ve been having during the rest of the summer lol, they can’t keep their hands off one another, seokjin’s mouth gets progressively dirtier as time goes on, he also gets strategic with condom storage, smut includes; 69, face riding, condomless sex, creampie, biting, (light) spanking, there’s cute things too, like arin’s birthday party and oc meeting his parents   words; 12,064

↪︎ chapter index

chapters; i • ii • iii • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)

You spent the whole of Sunday in bed – which you thought was Seokjin’s plan all along, only finding your way downstairs to eat, and even then he couldn’t keep his hands off you for long enough. (Not that you minded.) He was making the most of it, he told you, before he had to leave you for work. That, and he was waving goodbye to his celibacy the right way… Despite your snort, you understood what he meant. You had fun familiarising yourself with the wonders of sex again… Miraculously blessed with an abundance of energy. Although, when it came to Seokjin, how could you even think about resisting him?! You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. And neither could he… 

“Mmm. What time is it?” You asked Monday morning, voice heavy with sleep, eyes still closed as you heard Seokjin’s alarm go off. He stirred beside you, sitting up to knock the device off before burrowing back under the covers to wrap his arms around your naked body. 

“Half 6,” he grumbled, mouth pressed against the back of your neck. “I don’t want to work.” With one squeeze to his chest, you felt that very obvious erection of his pressed against your ass. “Can’t I just stay here for the rest of the day? Inside you…”

You giggled, attempting to roll over and face him. A hand cupped your cheek instantly, puffy lips finding yours. Morning Seokjin wasn’t good for your heart. His messy hair flopping over his eyes, pillow marks marring his skin, the slight stubble beginning to grow along his top lip… It was all just so… sexy, and now you were wide awake. Still, some teasing couldn’t be helped. 

“We literally spent yesterday all day in bed…”

“Yes, and it was amazing,” he declared. “I’d do it all again today.” 

You raised an eyebrow, a palm holding him steady at the waist. “All again? You do realise we still have all week to go, right? I wouldn’t want you to fail on me so soon…” 

He huffed out a laugh, fingertips ever so cheekily grazing the underside of your right breast. “You underestimate me…” His voice was still gruff from sleep, it made his words ripple through your body, settling between your legs. “I still have 95% of the condoms to use. So,” he grinned, dipping his head to capture your mouth. “You,” – he rolled you onto your back expertly – “better,” – he kissed your throat – “keep,” – then your cleavage – “ up.” His tongue around your nipple had you gasping out immediately, back arching, wanting more. 

Spreading your legs, he nestled in between them easily, the muscles of his meaty thighs protruding as he kneeled up slightly. You gripped them urgently, needing to anchor yourself somehow, knowing what was about to come. 

His teeth grazed your nipple as he dragged away, lifting his head up to smirk. “What do you say, baby, one for the road?”

Baby. Yesterday he’d become quite partial to that word, learning quite quickly what it did to you, what effect it had on you. (Yes, a curse word – or two, or more – may have slipped out of you yesterday… He’d won, embarrassingly soon.) 

You refrained from rolling your eyes, but still told him to shut up. Two minutes later he was buried inside you making you moan out his name. 

It wasn’t even 7am. 

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When Seokjin finally got off to work (after about a bajillion kisses…), you slipped into the shower, attempting to work it without breaking it. With that successful, you wondered downstairs to make some breakfast. It was strange being inside his house alone. You’d arrived to meet him for lunch early a couple of times, yes, but Misook and Arin had always been there ready to greet you. Today it was just you, playing music as loud as you could just to drown out the deafening silence as pottered about in the kitchen. After eating, you washed the dishes (most leftover from yesterday) in the sink, unsure how to set the dishwasher correctly, and wondered to yourself how Seokjin had managed to cope living here alone before Arin moved in… 

You busied yourself with unpacking your case, not having a chance to do it yesterday – too preoccupied – while watching the clock. You had a lunch date with Soojung at half 11. You’d managed to text her a brief reply yesterday but other than that you’d been AWOL. You knew it must’ve been killing her. By the time you met up at the food court, she was frothing at the mouth, desperate for all the details, which you gave to her in hushed whispers over a shared thin crust margherita. You didn’t divulge all though, just enough to keep her nosey butt satisfied. 

“This is not fair at all,” she whined. “You were getting dilfed the hell down and I was getting farted on by Tae.” 

You laughed, wholly impressed. “You’ve turned it into a verb now? Very creative. I’m so glad to have you as a best friend.” 

Although, she wasn’t so happy to have you as one when you confessed to telling Seokjin about his plethora of nicknames… 

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Seokjin came home a little earlier than you’d expected. After lunch with Soo, you’d popped to the local grocery store, picking up a few things for dinner and then you’d sat in front of the television for the afternoon. It wasn’t the most productive day you’d had by any means, but you felt contented, excited to greet Seokjin after his long day at work. You were in the kitchen, beginning to prepare dinner when you heard his voice. 

“Honey?” Before you had time to reply, he was calling your name, closer down the hallway. “Y/N? Where are you?”

“Kitchen,” you called back. 

You weren’t looking when he entered, back to him, so suddenly you were engulfed in his arms from behind. He held your back to his chest tightly. “Hey,” he murmured, nestling into your neck. “I missed you.” 

“I missed you too,” you said with a smile, holding his hands that were around your stomach. 

He shook his head, pressing his crotch to your ass. “No, I really missed you.” 

“Seokjin,” you hissed in surprise, feeling his erection instantly. You were getting déjà vu. Laughing, you wriggled around, facing him. He already had his tie loosened around his neck, the top two buttons of his shirt free. “Control yourself. You’ve literally just gotten through the door.” 

His facial expression looked immediately agonised. “I can’t. You’ve awakened the beast.” 

“The beast?” You snorted. 

He stared you down. “Yes.” And then��he was on you, no time to return his kiss with just as much enthusiasm before he was at your neck, growling playfully. You fell into a fit of giggles, held prisoner by his hands pinned to your hips. “I was – distracted – all – day.” He informed you between tugs of your skin, tongue dutifully swiping where he’d bitten. He repeated. “Couldn’t stop thinking –  about you naked – and moaning my – name – while I ate your–”

“Seokjin!” you roared, heat instantly travelling up your face. You swore his mouth was getting dirtier by the hour. It made sense. He was teasing in nature… you just needed some time to get used to it. You would not let him finish that sentence for fear your legs would collapse beneath you. 

He broke away and leaned back, pupils so dark you could just about make out the brown of his irises. He panted slightly, lips wet. “Do you want to?” 

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Right here?” It didn’t practically look like he was about to sweep you up in his arms and dash you up to the bedroom if the urgent grinding of his crotch was anything to go by…

He grinned wolfishly, tilting his head. “Why not?”

“It’s not very sanitary.” You glanced to your left as you spoke, eyeing up the two bell peppers you’d placed on the counter five minutes before Seokjin and his penis had shown up… 

You watched in pure disbelief as Seokjin eased back and pulled a square foil packet out of his inner breast pocket. “Why? I have protection.” 

“What the hell?” You exclaimed. “Why do you have a condom with you?” He’d gone to work with that in his pocket? Attended meetings? Was he crazy? 

“It’s not what it looks like.” He chuckled, looking momentarily bashful. “I just thought… easy access. We never know when we’ll need one.” 

Folding your arms, you stared at him. Frustratingly you were unable to keep the corners of your lips from quirking up. “We’ll need one at your office?”

He shrugged casually, a smug smirk on his face. “Who knows. I’m a man of very many fantasies…” 

Oh, my god. Unbelievable. But you couldn’t pretend that his words weren’t having an effect on you, nor that the office fantasy didn’t sound hot… You stepped forward, hooking your fingers between his belt and slacks, pulling him forward – which was easy because he was caught off guard. “Enough small talk. Are you going to fuck me in your CEO suit, or what?”

He composed himself expertly, hands reaching for your waist as he leaned in. “First of all, hearing you curse will never not completely obliterate me, and second of all…” He paused to grin, so full of himself it was unbelievable. “You want me to fuck you in my suit?”

“Uh huh.” You nodded, tugging on his tie. 

And fuck you in his suit he did, spread on the counter, your tank top yanked down so he could watch your breasts bounce as he pounded into you…

You spent the Tuesday in his home office, making the most out of idle time to lesson plan for your new class come September. You facetimed Soojung (who tried her best to get you to give her a house tour) and then ended up sunbathing with a book for an hour or so outside. After Seokjin came home he called Arin, asking her what she’d been up to so far and if she was having fun. Despite how much he was enjoying your company you could tell he was missing his daughter, even if he didn’t explicitly tell you with words. You sympathised with him, it must have been weird not having her around. 

Unsure what to do for dinner, Seokjin suggested making a last minute dinner reservation. That sounded fine by you, too lazy to think of preparing something tonight, so off you went upstairs to get ready, but of course, Seokjin found ways of distracting you… (You were thirty minutes late for dinner.) 

The days were passing by quickly, and you could quite honestly say the week with Seokjin was bliss – and not just because of all of the sex. Although, it did play a very big role… It was the little things that meant the most, such as grocery shopping on the Wednesday afternoon. Generously, Seokjin had used two of his vacation days for the end of the week, saving the others he was due in the summer to spend with Arin for her birthday at the end of next month. He’d arrived home early on the Wednesday afternoon, informing you he would be making dinner tonight and as silly as it sounded, walking around the store while Seokjin pushed the cart was one of the sweetest activities you’d shared together. The domesticity of it made your whole day, but the pasta dish he prepared later that night almost ruined it. His seasoning quantities were a little off, shall we say, all those years out of practice, so it turned out he was a danger with those chilli flakes. However, the coughing fit you both had after the first bite made for great entertainment… You didn’t know whether you were crying with laughter or because your throat was on fire… 

The next day, as great as staying in bed and having sex all day sounded, Seokjin wanted to take you out and spend some time together as a couple. You were left to decide what you wanted to do, and of course you chose shopping. A new mall had recently opened up about an hour away and because you were so nervy on highways, you hadn’t had a chance to go yet. Seokjin was more than happy to take you, and kindly enough he did spoil you a bit that day. Usually you wouldn’t allow it (he’d tried it in the past), but there was no harm with once in a blue moon, was there? Besides, he got great use out of a few of the gifts too… One being the black skimpy laced lingerie he’d picked out… (The panties had an open crotch…) That evening you shared a bath and a bottle of champagne before you’d given him a very indulgent fashion show… 

On Friday, you prepared a picnic and went hiking, which left Seokjin with an incredibly (and comically) red nose even though he’d applied sunscreen. You spent the afternoon cuddling in front of the television, making the most out of your last day alone together. Truthfully, you felt a little sad at the prospect of tomorrow. You missed Arin too and couldn’t wait to see her but spending your days so intimately and lovingly with Seokjin had been amazing. You told him just as much gone midnight, wrapped up in his arms and bedsheets, head pressed against his sheened chest as you listened to his heartbeat slowly even out. This week had made you fall for him harder – if possible – and you were sad it was ending, but just so excited this was only the beginning… He kissed you long and hard, agreeing wholeheartedly, words unneeded. 

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Arin was due back early afternoon, so you and Seokjin shared breakfast together before you packed up your things. He clung to you the entire time, sighing every time you folded up an item of clothing and placed it in your case. 

“How will I function without having sex with you every morning?” He bemoaned after one particularly loud unhappy exhale. 

“I’m sure you’ll manage,” you laughed. He was unbelievable. And whiney. But then again, so were you… 

Stood beside your car an hour later, saying your goodbyes, you hugged him tight. “I’m going to miss youuu.” How were you expected to sleep alone tonight?! It wasn’t fair. 

It was now Seokjin’s turn to chuckle at your ridiculousness. “I’m not going anywhere.” He assured, cupping the back of your head as you pulled back to look at him. His expression softened instantly. “But I feel the same.” Kissing your nose, he smiled. “You know that you can spend the night here anytime you want though, right?” 

You held out until Monday. You wanted to give Arin some time alone with Seokjin after her week away, you bet she’d missed her father like crazy, but apparently she’d missed you too… Seokjin called you while he was at work – his second call of the day. (His first had been at six o’clock this morning, waking you up to let you know he (and his dick) missed you.) Arin had asked him to ask you if you wanted to come over tonight for an impromptu movie night. You were touched to say the least. You let Seokjin know you’d  be there 6pm on the dot with snacks at hand. He told you to bring an overnight bag… 

Having sex with Arin under the same roof took some time to get used to. The first time was so hilarious looking back. It was 1am, time was ticking on and Seokjin had to be awake in under six hours, Arin was long asleep – and across the hall! Yet still you were both anxious fools, listening out for the slightest of noises just in case the unthinkable happened. Not that it would have, Seokjin knew Arin was a heavy sleeper so there was little chance of her barging in… but it still didn’t stop him from whispering “What was that?” every five minutes, eyes pulled wide like a deer caught in headlights. 

It definitely got easier though, and soon movie nights became a regular thing as the last weeks of summer rolled by. You had a routine; one movie of Arin’s choice and then it was her bedtime, and then if Seokjin and you felt like it, you’d choose a movie yourselves to watch. Tonight was a Saturday, so after Enchanted had finished and Seokjin put Arin to bed, you decided to watch something too seeing as he didn’t have work the next morning.

Halfway in, however, you were getting distracted… Your hand sneaking inside the blanket you had wrapped around the both of you to run up and down Seokjin’s thigh. This week had been an odd one. Your boyfriend had been super busy with work and you’d missed him – obviously. You’d done well to keep your hands off him for this long, now you were finally caving…

“I guess this movie is boring?” Seokjin whispered into the darkness, face lit up with a blue glow. His eyes sparkled as your gazes met, your palm hovering over his crotch. He lifted his hips a touch, brushing against you. 

“No,” you grinned, leaning in to kiss him. “You’re just more interesting…” 

He chuckled against your lips. “I definitely agree with that.” 

Groaning, you went to lift your hand away but he snatched it back, pressing you into him, encouraging you to rub. With your tongues entwined, you soon felt his erection stirring, cock stiffening under his sweats. 

It was a wonder you both heard the creak of the wooden floorboards in the hallway – but thankfully you did. Movements stilling, you pulled back. Eyes wide in question, you mouthed, “What was that?”

You both listened out for another noise, hearing the tell-tale sound of footsteps walking towards the movie room. “Arin,” Seokjin breathed, and just like that the moment was over. You broke apart, Seokjin rearranging his junk expertly (a round of applause) before he stood up. 

On cue, a tiny voice sounded from behind the door. “Daddy?”

“Arin, sweetie, what is it?” He asked, walking over to pull it open. 

Arin was stood there, looking perfectly wide awake hugging her rabbit plush. “I can’t get to sleep.” 

“And why’s that?” Seokjin asked. 

She ignored him completely, walking into the room. “What are you watching?”

“A grown-ups movie,” he replied, sounding amused. “Come on, let me take you back upstairs. Say goodnight to Y/N again.” 

Arin whined loudly, turning to her dad. “But I can’t sleeeep!” 

“Maybe she can stay up for a little while?” You suggested, looking over at Seokjin before you turned your attention to Arin. “Until you’re tired, hm, Arin?”

Her face lit up immediately. “I think that’s a great idea, Y/N.” 

You laughed and Seokjin wasn’t close behind, bending down to squeeze Arin’s sides, playfully causing her to squeal. “Do you, little miss?” You met Seokjin’s gaze, both of you coming to terms with the fact your moment had been well and truly ruined. It was fine… You had later on tonight… 

“It’s the weekend, she can stay up a little later than normal, no?” You asked with a smile. 

“Fine,” he mock sighed, pretending to only give in right now. 

Arin cheered in victory, rushing over to sit next to you on the sofa, cuddling in immediately. She had gotten what she’d came downstairs for. You wrapped your arm around her shoulders, an action that had become more than normal these past couple of weeks. The more time you spent here, the closer you had become. You were no longer the teacher who had started dating her father. You were now his girlfriend, someone she saw regularly, someone she could laugh and joke around with. Someone she felt comfortable around, and vice versa. You were Y/N. Just as your relationship with Seokjin was growing and developing on the daily, so was your relationship with Arin. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Arin looked up at her father and grinned. “Can we watch another Disney movie, Daddy?” 

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As it happened, Arin didn’t last an hour before she was fast asleep between you both, softly snoring, her bunny fallen forgotten to her side. Deciding to head upstairs too, you followed Seokjin as he carried her to her room, stopping by the entrance to watch him lay her down and place a soft kiss to her forehead. You smiled to yourself, warmth flooding your chest at the touching scene in front of you before you both headed off for Seokjin’s room and began getting ready for bed. 

Seokjin was lying on top of the mattress when you exited the bathroom, knowing you’d left your pyjamas in the closet somewhere. Only, the sight of him sprawled out in baggy shorts and a t-shirt, so casually sexy, had you suddenly distracted. In just your underwear, you viewed him from the end of the bedframe. “Where were we earlier?”

He groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. “I don’t know, I think I’m in a Disney Princess coma.” 

Chuckling, you placed a knee on the bed. “You enjoyed yourself really.” Then your hands. Then your other knee. Slowly crawling towards him. “Do you want to enjoy yourself now?”

He immediately sat up, back against the headboard, his eyes falling to your cleavage. He smirked softly. “That sounds like an offer I can’t refuse.” 

Ten minutes later you had him in your mouth, knelt to his side, ass facing him as he rubbed and massaged the flesh to his heart’s content. “You’re so good at this,” he praised, his fingers slipping into the side of your underwear teasingly. You sucked him deeper. “Fuck. So good. Baby, let me make you feel good too.” He removed his fingers and ran them along your ass, stopping at your entrance to rub. You were soaked through, could feel it yourself. He moaned. Either because of your tongue or because of what he felt. Maybe both. “So wet and you’re only sucking my cock.”  

You slid your mouth off of him, running your fist up and down the solid and slippery length instead. He jerked his hips into your touch, chasing the pleasure. “Quit inflating your ego,” you quipped. 

He chuckled, turning to his side as his fingers moved up to the waistband of your underwear. “Mm. Like this?” 

You got the message loud and clear, letting him slide the fabric down your ass before settling down on your side too. You ran your fist over the tip of him as he rid you of your underwear altogether, wrapping his arms around your hips to angle your heat towards his mouth. You wriggled as you felt the first press of his tongue, earning you a quick, playful smack to the ass and after that you let him hold you tight, the tip of his tongue digging between your folds to flick against your clit. 

You leaned forward, wanting to return the favour, and sucked him back into your mouth, the angle now making it easier to slip him deeper. You’d never done something like this together before, which was surprising in itself considering the sheer amount of times you’d been unable to keep your hands off each other these past three weeks. It was so erotic hearing him groan against you as he continued to pleasure you, your own moans vibrating down his cock as you both grew more eager, lost in the feeling. 

He came first. It probably had something to do with the way you massaged his balls, concentrating on sucking the tip of him as his hips grew impatient and he began rocking into you. He moaned your name, mouth faltering, and all he could do was grip your ass tight as he felt his orgasm take over, grunting as you swallowed each drop. 

“I win,” you gleed softly, pulling away from him to kiss down his softening length. 

“Of course you do,” he murmured, sounding fucked out. “Fuck, I needed that.” Rolling onto his back, he ran his hands down your thighs. “Come here, let me kiss you.” 

Moving to straddle him, you leaned in and kissed him hungrily, still very much horny, and tasting yourself on his lips didn’t help matters. His hands cupped your bare ass, spreading it slightly so he could run his fingers along your lips, so wet he was sinking in before he could realise. 

You moaned, rocking into him and he cursed softly, pushing his head back into the pillows. He tugged you forward. “This way,” he got out, panting slightly, out of breath from the way you’d kissed him. You understood from the way he was lifting you up where this was going…

Moving up his body, your thighs were soon either side of his head. He wasted no time in lunging forward, mouth picking up where he left off. You held on to the headboard, careful not to press your entire body weight into him for fear of suffocating him. Not that he would mind, you thought… He was all over you, licking and kissing wherever he could reach, hellbent on tasting every inch of you, humming in enjoyment the entire time as you panted. 

You kept your eyes on him, one of your hands moving to caress his hair, pushing it out of his eyes, his forehead on show as well as those deadly eyebrows of his, currently furrowed in determination. When his dark eyes flickered up to your face, you shuddered, moaning loudly. He loved it. It set him off. 

“I love the way you taste so much,” he praised, pulling back to rub his thumb over your clit. You bucked into him, fluttering when he kissed the spot lovingly. “That right then,” he almost rasped. “It’s been a fantasy of mine for a while.” 

In other circumstances you’d 100% shoot a witty comeback his way, but not now – definitely not now.  Not when he was slipping two fingers inside of you right this instant. You were soon rubbing your hips into his face like a woman possessed, needing to feel his tongue again as you choked out a few extra moans. 

“Honey, that’s it,” he encouraged with a long groan. “Ride me a little. You have no idea how much this turns me on. I could get hard all over again.” 

Moaning, turned on by his words, you listened, relief flooding you when you felt the warmth of his tongue against your clit. You moved like you usually did when he had you spread on your back, grinding against his tongue, only this time you had a lot more control – and he seemed to love it, free hand digging into the side of your ass, the other dragging against your walls, making you tremble. With one hand clutching the headboard, the other in his hair you used the leverage to rock against him, the squelchy wet noises fuelling you further, until you were panting and out of breath, unable to take much more. 

You lifted your hips a little, feeling your legs tremble like jello, and let Seokjin kiss the inside of your thighs, his fingers now shallowly fucking you as you attempted to catch your breath. “I love how wet and warm and soft you are,” he groaned. His lips brushed past your clit, breath fanning over you. “You really have the most amazing pussy.” 

“Seokjinn,” you moaned, unable to stop from jerking against his face again. His mouth would be the death of you. He latched his lips against your clit, sucking the bud gently into his mouth over and over again. You were done for, sighs of pleasure rolling out of you as you stared down at him. 

“Mmm, baby? You gonna cum?” He asked, stroking your walls deeper, pressing and curling as he went. You nodded, incoherent noises all you could manage as your thighs tightened. “All over my face?” He prompted. 

You didn’t need much encouraging. 

It was inevitable the need for condoms would become unnecessary soon enough. Which was a shame really, given Seokjin’s bargain hunting, but it wasn’t long before they became a bind – inconvenient, more so. That, and you wanted nothing more than to feel Seokjin bare inside of you, to be as close as physically possible, and nothing could be as close to feeling him come inside you. It had been a while since you’d been on birth control, years obviously, but highly organised and a bit of a control freak, you’d be damned if you ever forgot to pop that pill every goddam day. 

The first time without a condom had been mind-blowing. You were under the impression sex with Seokjin couldn’t get better than it already was, but you were wrong – very wrong. You were home alone, Arin staying with her mom for the night and you were taking full advantage of the opportunity. Who needed dinner at a time like this? But Seokjin (who had now become reacquainted with his culinary skills) insisted on preparing a candlelit meal. It was almost reminiscent of your first time together entirely, Seokjin keen and eager to pull out all the stops, and you teased him to no end. Was coming inside you for the first time really that big of an occasion? His reply: Yes. Very much so yes. 

Not an hour later, half your plates still full and too excited for no more than ten minutes of foreplay, you were both naked, sweaty and way beyond control. The bedsheets were rumpled, barely hanging onto the bed as you rolled around, the pungent smell of sex in the air, and in hindsight, you should’ve knocked the aircon on… 

Not that you had time to think right now. You’d successfully gotten him onto his back, riding him into submission until all he could do was hold onto your breasts and meet each bounce with a roll of his hips. You clutched him to you, hands over his own as you concentrated on the burning pleasure travelling up your body. It had been a couple of weeks since the last time you’d been able to fuck with such abandon. Arin was obviously home 90% of the time and on the odd occasional Seokjin spent the night at your place, Soojung was there (maybe even Tae too), her bedroom right next to yours. 

Seokjin’s hands soon found their way clamped to your hips, pushing you back a little so he could see himself as he thrust up into you. You cried out, the sound of his skin thudding against yours telling you just how hard and fast he was pounding into you. His eyes were glued to where your bodies met and he could see perfectly just how well you were soaking his dick, just how good you were taking it, stretching over his girth. 

“I’m close,” he panted, hips stuttering. He slowed his pace, but kept the pressure, his cock getting deeper. You held on tightly to his thighs, anchoring yourself, your walls clamping down around him. He groaned, feeling every minute sensation without the latex barrier. “I’m so fucking close. Can’t wait to cum inside you.” 

You moaned in response, holding eye contact with him, your face contorted with pleasure, and that seemed to set him off, your pants and sighs of pleasure happening in unison as he sped up one last time, ready to fill you with his cum. The veins in his neck burst as he grunted and his cock twitched, flesh scorching. He fucked you through each wave of his orgasm, holding you still, your body jerking with the force. In the back of your mind you realised come tomorrow morning you’d be sore as hell, but honestly, who cared? 

Carried away, no longer able to think straight, his cock fell out of you with one awry thrust. He was growing flaccid anyway, sensitive, so it was impossible trying to push back inside of you. Which was sad because you were still a mess, warm with his cum and desperate for more relief. You plopped down on his thighs, your breasts rising up and down with each laboured breath and then Seokjin’s eyes caught something. Something seeping out of your body… 

“Fuck.” He half moaned in amazement. “It’s dripping out.” 

After that you didn’t have a moment to think. You were flat on your back before you could truly process his words, his fingertips circling your swollen entrance, smearing his cum in the process. You pulsed in anticipation, body greedy, and he gave it to you swiftly, plunging two fingers inside you. You moaned on impact, feet planted to the mattress as he started snapping his wrist, pushing his cum back into you. 

“Baby, you drive me crazy.” He husked, sounding positively tormented. “Look so pretty with my cum inside you.” All you could do was moan in reply, walls squeezing around his digits as he coaxed you to orgasm. “I can feel it,” he grunted, pressing his body into yours, his mouth chasing for a kiss. Your tongues meshed together urgently, kiss sloppy, done in haste. 

“Seokjinn…” Your voice was a whine and you clutched at his shoulders, closing your eyes when you felt his lips trail down your chin, moving southward, towards the valley of your breasts. 

He growled as your body jerked, his tongue swirling around one of your hard nipples. “You’ve started something now. I’m gonna have to cum in you every single day.” 

You were on fire. His words affecting you in ways you didn’t think were possible. “Don’t s-stop,” you implored, although if anything, he was snapping his wrist even faster now, fingers curved, hitting right where you needed. You moaned loudly. “You always make me feel so good. Mm. I’m-I’m… Fuck.” 

Grunting, your curse ruining him, he made his way back to your mouth. You held him tightly, back stuck to the bed with sweat. “Cum, baby.” He told you. “Please.” 

That sent you over the edge, waves of pleasure rocking your body and he swallowed each one of your moans greedily, his fingers gradually slowing, easing you through your orgasm until he slid out. He pulled back with a drunken grin. “You’re so sexy.” Then he looked down your naked body, sighing in wonder. “God, you’re amazing.” 

“Quit it!” You exclaimed with a laugh, whacking his shoulder. Still very much out of breath. 

Summer continued to fly by, not long left now until you were back at school. As much as the prospect excited you, you couldn’t help but feel a little dejected. Having so much time off had worked out perfectly for your relationship with Seokjin, because even though he was still very much busy with work, you had all the free time in the world to match his schedule. It made you sad to realise there would be no more lunch dates. No more impromptu midweek movie nights. Actually, thinking about it, staying over during the weekday would probably be pretty impossible too – with all the lessons you’d have to plan and the work you’d need to score. In fact, you were about to be a hell of a lot busier from September onwards. 

Seokjin reassured you as best he could. You’d fall into routine soon enough and things would work out. You could still meet up for lunch – he’d drive over and you’d eat in his car if needed, and you could still spend the night on a weekday. He’d wait patiently while you finished up work, make you dinner and then make sure you were asleep by 10pm. You appreciated the sentiment, he always did know how to cheer you up. Although his “Think of it this way, you left school single and now you’re going back with an incredibly kind and insanely sexy boyfriend. I’d call yourself lucky, if I was you.” wasn’t as treasured… He thought he was funny, but he wasn’t at all…

Still, you had two weeks left to go, there was no point being miserable over the inevitable. You’d had the best summer of your life, you were lucky. (Just not in the way Seokjin had implied…)

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“I can’t wait to take this off you tonight,” Seokjin murmured against your ear as he zipped the back of your dress up, insinuation deep in his tone. 

Turning around to face him, you placed your hands on his shoulders. “We can always skip tonight and go straight to the sex.” 

Laughing heartily, he tapped your ass. “Nice try. There’s nothing to be nervous about, okay?” He ignored your grumbling and stepped away, reaching for his cufflinks on the bedside table. “It’s just a dinner, honey.” 

“With a bunch of the country’s richest people,” you exclaimed, feeling sick all over again. Every few months or so Seokjin had dinner with a few of his colleagues. They brought their partners along, and this time Seokjin was ecstatic you would be joining him. You on the other hand were this close to hyperventilating. 

“That’s a small exaggeration,” Seokjin scoffed, cufflinks now attached as he made his way back to you. He cupped your waist, tilting his head to the side with a smile. “Besides, your boyfriend is included in that bunch. Are you nervous around me to?”

“Shut it,” you muttered, reaching to straighten his bow tie. He looked amazing in his suit tonight, hair parted to the side. Skipping dinner seemed like an excellent idea… But when he leaned in to kiss you sweetly, you knew you couldn’t. Seokjin was looking forward to “showing you off.” (His exact words.) I’m not a trophy, you’d shot back, but of course you knew he hadn’t meant it like that. It was sweet actually. He was proud. And happy. And cute. 

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you hugged him close. He nosed your neck, humming happily before nipping a patch of skin with his teeth, growling playfully. “Seriously, I can’t wait to rip this dress off you.” 

You squealed as he began to tickle your sides, trying to push him away. “Stop, you’ll crease it.” 

“It’s fine,” he reassured, easing up to gaze at you. “You’ll still look stunning. Always do.” The black floor-length dress you were in was nothing you were used to, and maybe that’s why your nerves were worse than what they should be but knowing Seokjin liked what he saw helped ease your reservations. How could it not? He always made you feel like a million dollars. 

He was looking forward to tonight, so you should try to as well… You had nothing to worry about. 

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You really didn’t. 

The night was a success. Despite your lives being vastly different, you got along with Seokjin’s colleagues well. They seemed like lovely people, especially the wife of Seokjin’s CFO. She was around your age, a couple of years older maybe, and you bonded over your favourite book series like a pair of nerds. You both left with a recommended reading list saved into your phones, numbers exchanged with plans of encouraging one another to read more. Seokjin was delighted you’d enjoyed yourself so much and you spent the chauffeured car journey to your place talking about the night. 

Although, as soon as you got inside was an entirely different story altogether. It had already been pre-decided that Seokjin would spend the night with you, Misook babysitting Arin at his home, and you soon realised that he had not been messing around when he’d informed you he was going to rip the dress off you. You weren’t even up the stairs before he was attempting to unzip you, bumping his crotch into your ass with every step as he kissed your neck, blowing raspberries as he went. 

“Shhh. Shush,” you giggled, trying your best to whisper successfully. “They may be still awake.” You knew Taehyung was staying over tonight too, he’d been here spread out on the couch before you’d left for Seokjin’s place this afternoon. 

“Better get you to your room quickly then.” He said confidently, pouncing on you at the top step as he wrapped his arms around your middle. 

You bit back a squeal, shoving your foot into his shin. “Seokjin!” 

In the privacy of your bedroom, you shut the door tight, turning back to see your boyfriend already stripping out of his tux jacket. He didn’t have shoes on either and as you looked around for them, spotting nothing, you realised he must have kicked them off back downstairs. When?! He reached for you, running his hands down your curves before they settled on your ass. He looked at you as if he wanted to eat you. Your stomach stirred, only now realising exactly where tonight was heading. He really hadn’t been bluffing… 

“Did I tell you how stunning you looked tonight?” He asked, popping his bowtie off and unbuttoning his shirt halfway. His collarbones sharp enough to cut, the outline of his chest clear enough to make you dribble. 

You chuckled, although you could hear the aroused tremble so obviously. “You may have mentioned it once or twice.” 

He smiled your way, although it was more like a smirk, and stalked towards you. “Turn around.” 

You obeyed in an instant. His fingers reaching for the zip of your dress. It was already halfway down – something you hadn’t realised. (He was obviously somewhat success back in the hallway.) As he revealed the expanse of your back he kissed the nape of your neck, gently pushing the straps over your shoulders to let the fabric slide down. With an expert snap he had your bra loose, removing that too, and it fell to the floor in front of you, hands reaching forward to cup your breasts, fingertips pinching your nipples. You moaned, disappointed when he moved, but then he started mouthing down your spine as he helped the dress along, surprising you when he crouched down, and then inevitably got on his knees, pushing the garment past your hips. He groaned when he saw your thong, lips parting to caress you with his tongue. 

“You have the most perfect ass,” he gruffed against the skin, giving you a squeeze. “Have I ever told you that? Could worship it all night.” 

Please, you wanted to murmur, but you held back, biting down on your lip as you felt him sink his teeth into one of your ass cheeks. What was with him tonight? You could already feel your arousal collecting between the small band of your panties. It wasn’t going to hold for long. 

“Let’s get you out of this dress.” Despite his casual tone, he tugged the garment harshly, causing you to stumble at the sudden movement. 

“Seokjin!” You chided lightly, clutching onto one of his hands now at your hip. “I still have my heels on, could’ve broken my ankle.” 

“I was here to keep you safe,” he assured you with a chuckle, and then as an afterthought, “Maybe you could keep them on while we…” 

You bumped your butt into his face, silently telling him to shut it, and kicked the footwear off, now able to remove your dress easily. Seokjin stood, spinning you to face him, mouth pressing into yours with haste. He kissed you passionately, wrapping his arms around you, holding you to him, your breasts pushed up against his chest. He was still clothed, but you could feel his erection pressing into your stomach. You wanted to touch it, but your hands were too busy caught up in his hair. 

“Bed,” he panted up against your mouth, practically lifting you up to push you down on the mattress. You settled on your elbows, watching him as he tore open the rest of his shirt buttons, throwing the item to the floor, his well-defined torso now on full display. 

He pounced on you, kissing you hungrily once more, so hungrily in fact, you needed to pull away to catch your breath. He moved to your cheek, wet kisses finding their way to your ear. Sensitive, you had to push him away with a hand to the chest. “Sorry, am I being too much?” He murmured, lips sticky. 

You shook your head with a shaky giggle. “I just can’t keep up.” 

“Just lay back and enjoy, baby.” His tone was reassuring, encouraging, and insanely sexy. He lifted your hips, scooting you up the bed to rest your head on the pillows. “Can you do that for me?” 

“Of course.” You watched him raise up on his knees, the clank of his belt making you pulse down below as he undid it. He unzipped his pants but made no effort to take them off, running his palm once along the curve of his length before he crawled over you. He placed a sweet kiss to your mouth, smiling as he pulled away. “Did you notice I didn’t go for dessert tonight?” Puzzled, you stayed silent waiting for him to explain. His smile widened, more of a grin now – a very amused one at that. “I was saving myself for something tastier.” 

You scoffed. He was unbelievable, but it was easy to let him get away with such corny lines. Especially when he had you spread out near naked on your own bed. “Lame!” You exclaimed, immediately clamping your hand across your mouth. You needed to remember to keep quiet, Soojung and Taehyung were asleep next door, but you were feeling uncharacteristically unbothered tonight, too eager and excited.  

He chuckled at your silliness. “Y/N, I’m pretty sure you’ve heard them have sex before. Think of it as payback.” 

His nonchalance was pretty attractive so you let his words ease your mind. Although maybe it had more to do with the way he was trailing kisses down your stomach… He leaned back to spread your legs, already bent at the knee. You were pretty sure your thong was doing nothing to protect your modesty anymore.  

He confirmed your assumption with a sharp intake of breath. “Honey, you’re soaking. I haven’t even done anything yet.” You braced yourself, waiting to feel the brush of his finger, but instead it was the softness of his tongue. He licked a strip up your clothed mound, a noise of delight rumbling from him. You pulsed uncontrollably, eager for more. 

He gave it to you. Lips wrapping around your hidden clit, tongue laving, soaking the delicate material even more. Your legs instantly squeezed around his head, unsure what to do with the sudden influx of pleasure before you moaned, rocking your hips into him gently. 

He eased away slightly, replacing his tongue with his thumb, rubbing skilled circles that caused you to squelch. “Love your pussy so much,” he murmured, going back for more hastily. 

You moaned again at his words, fingers digging into the sheets beneath you, but it wasn’t long before he was kissing back up your stomach, mouth now attaching itself to one your nipples. Your hands flew to the back of his head, looking down at him as he flicked the bud with his tongue, moaning as he did so. It was such an erotic sight you felt speechless, and when his chocolatey brown eyes met yours, pooling with desire, you felt beside yourself. 

“Turn around.” He whispered, roughly. “On your knees for me?” 

You had never listened so fast in all your life, scrabbling on your hands and knees in record time. You waited as patiently as you could, ass in the air, anticipating his next move. You startled when you felt a puff of air against your entrance, the sound of Seokjin’s sticky lips loud in your ears. “You look so good in this thong,” he praised, snapping the thin line of fabric between your ass. 

Pushing into him, you smirked. “I wore it just for you.” 

He hummed – in contemplation almost – before he pulled your panties to the side and dove straight in with his mouth. You yelped, ducking your head at your volume. You’d been expecting him to go straight to the sex, not continue to eat you out. He’d never done it in this position before – it felt amazing. A noise dragged from his throat as he pulled away, fingers dipping under the sides of your panties to drag them over your ass impatiently. As he did so, he bit into your ass, his hands now spreading your thighs, exposing you more so he could bury his face between your legs. 

You held your breath, waiting for him to continue but nothing could prepare you for the pleasure he was about to inflict on you. He flicked his tongue out against your clit, nose and mouth pressed flush against your heat, hands rooted to your ass and you moaned right away, bucking into him instinctively. Unable to hit your clit as well as he usually could he slid his mouth along your slit, tongue beginning to lick at your entrance, sucking your inner lips gently into his mouth as he did so. You were soaking, could feel yourself starting to drip down the inside of your thighs, but Seokjin didn’t seem to have a care in the world, lapping you up as if he was a man dying of thirst, rough moans letting you know just how much he was enjoying himself – enjoying you. 

When you felt his tongue push inside you, you jolted, sensation instantly making your thighs squeeze together. Not that they could with Seokjin hunched between them. He began to experimentally push in and out of you, noticing the way you tensed around him and hearing the way your breathing got shallower. Wordlessly, his hand reached forward, around your thigh to hook between your legs and start rubbing your clit with his fingers. With his other hand he gently (but firmly) pushed down at the small of your back, your ass rising higher, giving him better access to keep fucking you with his tongue. With the added stimulus you could feel yourself breaking, knees trembling, pushed hard against the mattress. He felt so warm, and wet, and just incredible. Your moans got more frequent, heartbeat pounding in your ears. 

“That feels so good.” You managed to choke out, your orgasm so close you could taste it. That’s usually when you gabbled. “Right there. Don’t stop!” He listened, speeding up his movements, the squelch getting louder as he grunted in exertion. He sounded so hot it just turned you on even more, and you lifted your ass higher, pushing into each thrust of his tongue. He rubbed your clit desperately, determined to push you ever the edge. 

You gasped, unsure how else to stay quiet as more words rushed out of you. “Seokjin–! I’m going to– Oh, my god, I’m coming!” Burying your face into the pillows your moans turned muffled as you came, white hot pleasure bursting through your veins. So sated, you couldn’t even find it in you to feel embarrassed with how loud he’d just made you orgasm. 

His finger moved away first, clit pulsing against nothing as he massaged the round of your ass instead, coating you in your own arousal, before his tongue eased off, placing a delicate kiss to your entrance as a goodbye. 

The mattress shifted under his weight as he moved back a couple of inches and you heard him slide his belt out of the trouser loops, the sound flying straight to your core. He stripped behind you quickly, you couldn’t even bring yourself to take a peek, too dazed, yet your imagination worked quite well. Instead, you kept kneeling for him, waiting for his return. 

He wasn’t even a minute. You felt the warmth of his dick press against the small of your back as he made his way closer once again. 

“Are you ready for me?” Despite the deepness of his voice – how obviously he was affected – you could hear the care in his tone as he checked in on you.  

“So ready,” you insisted, jutting into his thighs. 

He chuckled, pushing his dick between your legs now, sliding it across your slit. You were still sensitive, squirming against him, but you were also still so greedy, so you let him do what he wanted, soaking his cock along your wetness unhurriedly. You were so distracted by his movements, the smack he suddenly landed on your ass had you yelping more so from shock than sting. If you weren’t so drunk with pleasure right now you’d chew him out for being so loud. 

“Did that hurt?” He asked curiously, voice dripping danger. You felt your gut squeeze. That was new. He’d slapped your ass before but never with that much intent. The sting melted into your skin as he massaged the spot. “Mm, baby?” He pressed, voice now dripping honey. “Do you like pain?” He spanked you again but this time you were ready, biting down on your lip. “Like it when I’m mean to you?” 

You nodded, some type of agreeing noise leaving your throat which seemed to appease him. He rubbed your ass soothingly, the head of his cock now dragging across your entrance. How he had this much patience was beyond you. You could not relate. 

“Quit teasing.” You whined. Put it in me.” 

“Don’t be a brat, honey.” He chuckled, but he pushed ever so slightly into you. He let out a sharp exhale, starting to fuck you shallowly with the tip, hands at his sides. You squeezed around nothing, flinging your head back frustratingly. “Seokjin!” You wanted him to fuck you. And touch you. 

Chuckling again, throatily, he pushed an inch deeper. He wasn’t even halfway inside of you. “I want to antagonise myself. Shush.” But he gripped your ass, pulling you apart slightly to slowly push inside of you all the way. You both groaned with the drag, taking a breather as you squeezed around him, getting used to the feeling. You always felt so full in this position, trembling around his crazy big dick. 

Soon he began to move, sliding in and out of you with intense concentration. You couldn’t see him but you knew his gaze was welded to where your bodies met, watching himself disappear inside you over and over again. “You’re the tease, Y/N,” he murmured,  picking up the pace. You could hear yourself squelching around his girth. “You drive me fucking crazy.” He felt you pulse and his breath hitched. 

Bunching the meat of your ass in his fists, he pounded into you for a few moments, holding you still, making you take it. You whimpered, trying your best to stay quiet. “Always take my cock so well. Don’t you, baby?” 

“Ye-ess.” Your voice broke, a moan tearing through you as he rammed himself deep inside , stopping dead. “Fuck, Seokjin.” You were burning up. You needed him to move before you sobbed. 

With precision, he started fucking you slowly, bottoming out each time, revelling in your warmth, your wetness. It was so intense your eyes started to water, trying your best to stay as silent as possible but each breath was sounding more and more like a moan. You could hear yourself squelching around him every time he moved. So could he. 

“I love that,” he said, voice tight, as if he was trying his best to keep calm. “I’m gonna cum so deep in you tonight. Fill you up good.” 

You moaned loudly this time. It was always hot to hear your well-spoken boyfriend fall off into the deep end, articulation deteriorating with each thrust. It turned you on like no tomorrow. “Please do,” you urged, walls clamping around him at the very thought. 

He lost it at that, begging with your words and your body, and it wasn’t long before his movements were speeding up, his hips snapping against your ass as he held it tight. “Can you cum again?” He sounded frantic. 

“M-maybe – oh.” You jolted, feeling Seokjin’s fingers at your clit.  

“I really want you to cum again for me.” His fingers became persistent, rubbing circles against your sensitivity. 

Holding your breath, you concentrated. On each thrust, how good his dick was, how the motions on your clit felt. Everything… You willed your second orgasm, feeling it start to be pulled out of you. You started to meet each of his thrusts, skin slapping as your sweaty bodies worked together. “Yes, yes, yes, yes–!” You urged with each thud, so close you were trembling. Your voice broke as the sensation took over, moan turning into a squeak as you tried to shut up. 

This time your orgasm was shorter, but it didn’t make it any less intense. In fact, it immediately exhausted you. “Shit. Fuck.” You mumbled, pretty much collapsing into the bed, Seokjin wedged deep inside you. 

“You feel different.” He groaned. You felt him twitch. “Love that feeling.” Ever so carefully, he drew back, hands gliding along your back. “I’m okay to finish?” 

“Yes,” you nodded, turning to press your cheek to the pillow. You jutted your ass out, feeling him slide back in almost involuntarily, your tightness calling him back. “Be quick though.” You were tired – and sensitive. Still horny though…

He found that amusing, chuckling throatily. “I promise you I will. I’m so fucking close.” He pulled back again, grunting. He was taking his time, easing you into it. “Ngh. I’m almost too big for you now. You’re squeezing so much.” 

You moaned in reply, loving the way he held your hips firm and rolled into you, slowly fucking you into the mattress. 

“Tell me how much you’re loving it,” he pretty much pleaded, ever so slightly speeding up. 

“I love it so much.” You professed. “You have n-no idea.” You jerked forward as he hit deep, crying out. “Seokjinn! Please. Go a little faster.” 

He grunted, sounding smug. “You want my cum.” You moaned in reply. “Say it for me.” He demanded. “Please, baby, say it for me.” 

“I want your cum,” you moaned. 

And that was enough. With a strangled cry he began to snap his hips faster and faster, fucking you hard, chasing his end. It didn’t take long. A minute later he rammed himself deep, stiffening as he came inside you, groan of relief loud as all the tension left his body. “Shit.” He muttered, collapsing on top of you, careful not to press his full body weight into you. 

He held your shoulders, nuzzling into you as he slid to your side. You used what was left of your energy to turn around, letting him smother you with kisses. “That was… I don’t know what came over me.” He exclaimed. 

“It was amazing,” you gushed, running a hand down his sticky chest. You could spot your arousal, now dried to his face, his hairline damp with perspiration. You leaned in for a kiss, pulling back when he began to laugh. You looked at him puzzled. 

“You want my cum,” he gleed.

“Get lost!” You groaned, pushing him away. He rolled onto his back, his chest still rising visibly as he caught his breath. 

“I need the bathroom,” he announced, standing and looking around. “My bag? I thought Misook said she dropped it off for me?” 

Sitting up, you glanced around. “Maybe Soo left it downstairs.” She’d probably thought you’d spot it by the door when you arrived home. You’d been too distracted… “Wear my robe.” You suggested. 

“That?” Seokjin questioned, looking sceptically at the pink fluffy nightgown hooked onto your closet door. 

“Why not? You’ll look cute.” 

“True,” he agreed, turning to reach for it.

“Nice ass.” You had a great view from here. 

“Hey,” he whined, throwing the robe on quickly to hide his modesty. 

“What, you have a really nice ass for a forty year old!” You insisted. 

He clicked his tongue. “Now that’s just rude.” 

You giggled as he left, calling out a not very believable sorry after him. A few minutes later you heard Soojung’s door open, footsteps in the hallway and then, voices. Taehyung and Seokjin’s. They’d bumped into each other. You laughed to yourself, imagining how awkward it must be for them right now. Amazing. Twenty seconds later Seokjin and your fluffy robe were shooting through the door. 

“Oh, my god.” Seokjin grimaced. “That was so awkward. Taehyung wanted the bathroom as I was leaving.” 

“I heard,” you chuckled, amused by your boyfriend’s unnecessary mortification. 

He laid on the bed, groaning. “We had to small talk. He was in his boxers… I think he knew we’d just had sex.” 

“Yeah, he probably heard us too…” 

Seokjin made a noise of discomfort. He wasn’t so sure of himself now, was he? You rolled your eyes and reached for him, gathering the collar of your gown in your hands to kiss him. You grinned. “You look really sexy in my pink fluffy gown.” 

He hummed against your mouth, “I know, right?” He didn’t need persuading when you pulled him over you, untying the middle of the robe before pushing the fluffy garment over his broad shoulders. His dick was soft, but he was eager if the way he kissed you was anything to go by. It made you feel guilty when you inevitably pushed him away, robe victoriously clutched in your arms. 

“Where are you going?” He whined, watching you stand. 

You slipped into the nightgown, smiling cutely. “I need to pee.” 

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When you woke up the next morning there was a text waiting for you from your beloved best friend… 

Soojung (08:12am) Tae just told me he woke up and heard you guys having s e x last night  Then he bumped into Seokjin who was wearing ur robe  I’m glad I’m a heavy sleeper  But he said it sounded like you were having a GREAT time 😏  Dilf got movesss 😳

The embarrassment! 

Today was a very important day, according to one little person. Arin’s seventh birthday. She’d mentioned it almost every single day since August had arrived. Seokjin had worked really hard organising her a garden party, inviting all their family and friends, including a couple of her friends from school. You were a bit nervous about that, knowing you’d be met with a few curious questions but there were more pressing issues at hand... You were about to meet Seokjin’s parents for the first time. (As well as numerous other members of his family, but a girl could only worry about so many things at once.) 

He’d already met your family a couple of weeks previous – joining you for lunch with your mom one afternoon and then accompanying you for dinner at your father’s house a few days later. Seokjin had taken it in his stride, so even if he was a little nervous he never once showed it. He was good at that, you admired him for that. You on the other hand were this close to breaking out into a nervous sweat. 

You were thankful Arin had you preoccupied all morning, insisting on helping Misook and you put up the decorations for her own birthday party. Helpful as always, although be it a little buzzed. Scrap that, a lot buzzed. She was still on a high from celebrating her birthday with her mom for a couple of days. She’s only gotten back yesterday afternoon, and that’s when Seokjin had surprised her with two pet rabbits – one snowy white, the other midnight black. Her excitement levels were through the roof today. Seokjin had called you this morning informing you he’d been woken up at 5am and he needed your assistance ASAP because he couldn’t handle a hyperactive birthday girl all on his own the entirety of the morning… 

By 1pm some of the guest had already started arriving; Seokjin’s brother and his wife, along with their two twin boys who were a couple of years younger than Arin. Aunts and uncles, and a few cousins, Seokjin’s friend Namjoon, who had two children; a 9 year-old daughter and a four year-old son, and then a few of Arin’s friends, some from various clubs she attended and two you recognised from school. They recognised you too of course, and you overheard Arin adorably telling them that you were her “daddy’s girlfriend.” No matter how much time past, and no matter how natural this all felt now, you were still so happy that Arin was on board with all this. It was the best feeling. 

Seokjin’s parents were the last to show up seeing as they lived quite far away, and you waited nervously to meet them as your boyfriend took their luggage upstairs to one of the guest rooms. Meeting his brother and his friend and the rest of his family hadn’t been bad at all, so you were feeling very optimistic by now. Still, you could hear your heart beating frantically when you saw Seokjin leading them into the kitchen where you were blowing some last minute balloons. 

“You must be Y/N,” his mom greeted with a smile, arms wide as she walked towards. With a quick embrace she kissed you on the cheek. Seokjin had warned you about that. 

“Hi, it’s really nice to meet you,” you smiled back, relaxing slightly down to her warm attitude. (It also helped Seokjin had taken place by your side, arm brushing against yours.) You glanced towards his father, greeting him with the same smile and he gave you a nod, a friendly “Likewise,” leaving his lips. Seokjin had also let you know that his father was the silent, polite type. Seokjin was similar. They even looked quite alike. His mom was slim and elegant, and incredibly beautiful. 

“You’re even prettier than your pictures,” she informed you, taking your hands in hers. 

“Pictures?” You chuckled nervously, glancing up at Seokjin. 

He groaned quietly. “I may have sent her a couple of us together. My mom’s very nosey. Dad not so much.” 

“Oh,” you blurted, hearing his father laugh. You smiled coyly back at Mrs. Kim. “Thank you.” 

“Nonsense. I’m not nosey,” she insisted, raising an eyebrow at her son. “Curious, I’d call it.” 

Seokjin chuckled. “Of course, mom – Oh!” Something caught his attention out of the window and he rushed off, opening the sliding glass door to stick his head out. “Arin, your grandparents have arrived. Come say hi.” 

Mrs. Kim let go of your hands as Arin came dashing in like a hyper puppy. “Grandma! Grandpa!” She squealed, throwing herself into her grandfather’s arms. “It’s my birthday!” 

“Is it?” He asked, playing clueless, but he couldn’t keep it up for long. “Of course it is!” He kissed her cheek. “Happy birthday, pumpkin.” 

“Happy birthday, Arin. Are you having fun so far?” Her grandma asked, fluffing her hair. Arin went to hug her next. “What gifts did you get? We have yours in the car, but you have to wait until later, okay?” 

Arin nodded, before proceeding to talk all about her day. She didn’t come up for air, which was highly amusing for all four of you. However, inevitably, she got bored, her hand slipping into yours, tugging it gently for your attention. “Y/N, can we go and see if the buffet is ready now?”

“Of course we can.” You glanced at your watch, then up at Seokjin who was doing the same. It was half past two, you’d agreed to start eating at 3pm. Arin’s senses were perfect. 

“No sneaking anything off the table, young lady.” Seokjin told her. “Especially not cake. You won’t have to wait long.”

Arin couldn’t help but giggle at that, already beginning to drag you off. 

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You were on your way back from the lower floor bathroom when you bumped into Seokjin’s mother again. She was stood by the dining room entrance, rooting around in her purse, pulling out her cell phone. “Oh, Y/N, dear, I was just getting my phone so I could take a few pictures of Arin. I need to show them to my mother. She’s a bit too old to make the journey down here.” 

“Awh, that’s a shame,” you replied, coming to a halt politely. 

With a nod, she changed the subject. “I’m so glad the weather is hot for her birthday.”

“I know. She’s been so excited, hasn’t been able to stop talking about it for the past month,” you laughed. The party had been a success, the food and games going down a treat. It had been a long time since you’d attended a child’s birthday party – your siblings were long past that age, and you’d forgotten how fun they could be, even if you were much older now.

Being surrounded by Seokjin’s family wasn’t as nerve-wracking as you’d initially thought. They were all so lovely – not that you didn’t expect anything less, of course, you were just thankful you could hold a natural conversation with his mom. 

“She really likes you. I can tell.” Mrs. Kim said out of the blue, surprising you, but you tried to hide it well.

Smiling softly, you replied, “I’m fond of her too.” 

“I heard you were her teacher?”

“For a short while.” You nodded. “That’s how Seokjin and I met.” But you guessed she already knew that, you know, mother’s curiosity and all. 

Her mouth quirked up and then she snorted. “My son definitely knows how to make an impression. I heard he hit your car?”

Laughing, you’d been correct. He had told her how you’d met. “Yeah, but I try not to tease him too much about that anymore.” 

“It sounds like fate, no?” She smiled, before shaking her head and raising a hand. “Sorry, I’m a hopeless romantic at heart. The first time my husband and I set eyes on one another it was love at first… You probably don’t want to hear about that,” she chuckled. You opened your mouth, ready to disagree, but she spoke again. “I just… I haven’t seen Seokjin this happy in a very long time. Not since Arin was born.” 

Speechless, you tried to think of something to say. Just what? “Oh, I –”

“What are you two conspiring about in here?” 

You heard Seokjin’s voice from behind you and turned to see him walking towards you both with a grin on his face. When he reached you he cupped your waist, kissing you on the cheek. His mom watched on fondly. 

“Nothing… much,” she replied, a teasing lilt to her voice. It caught his attention. “I was just telling Y/N that I haven’t see you this happy in years.” 

“Mo-mm,” he whined, immediately growing red. 

“What? I’m just speaking the truth, Seokjin,” she laughed and looked in your direction. “He gets embarrassed so easily. Have you noticed?” 

“I have,” you laughed along. 

Smiling tenderly at him, she stepped forward and touched his arm. “I’ve loved hearing my son laugh all afternoon.” Seokjin dropped his head, even more embarrassed now. He was cute. “Okay.” She clapped her hands, taking pity on him. “That’s enough from me. I’ll leave. Your father’s probably on his third slice of cake by now…” Kissing Seokjin’s cheek softly, she began to walk off. “You love me really.” 

“Of course,” Seokjin called, turning to you once she’d left, heading back in the direction of the garden. “Sorry about that.” 

You chuckled. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. We were just talking.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him. “You’re cute.” 

“You’re never too old to be embarrassed by your mom,” he muttered, kissing the top of your head. Snorting, you leaned back, but he held you tight, gazing into your eyes. “You look really pretty today.” 

“You say that every day.” 

“Because it’s true.” He kissed your lips, stopping any clever remark you may have had dead. 

Instead, as he pulled away, you brought your hands up to his chest, straightening the collar of his shirt. “Let’s get back outside. I’m enjoying myself.” 

“I’m glad.” Seokjin beamed, eyes twinkling. 

At that moment, it hit you how happy he looked… You’d not really noticed it prior, but now his mom had pointed it out it was so obvious. 

You hoped he could tell just how happy you were too… It was all down to him, after all.  

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

#seokjin smut #seokjin fanfic #bts smut #bts fanfic #bangtansorciere #fic:mls #floralseokjin:writings

[write-ur-wrongs]

Nature’s Nurturing Ways

Hi y’all! This pandemic has really taken the wind out of my sails these past few weeks (maybe months? Time is completely untraceable right now). This piece is born out of a lovely anon’s request, bolded below. As always, I haven’t proofread this mess, so please forgive the typos! I’ll do my best to correct them post-publishing. I seriously can’t thank you enough for taking the time to send me your ideas, and I promise I’ll get better at writing actual drabbles LOL. I hope you enjoy :) 

Hii can you write something abt Geralt being w a plant-based reader where she loves animals and nature? Tysm

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Geralt and Jaskier had been travelling for hours when the beating sun finally wore them down. There hadn’t been a breeze in days and the hot, stale air was starting to suffocate the uncharacteristically quiet bard, who wouldn’t dare compete with the surrounding cicada’s symphony.

“Geralt,” he rasped, “do you hear any running water? Drips or gurgles? I’ll take anything.”

“Jask, it hasn’t rained in days and it’s hotter than the depths of hell,” the Witcher sighed before continuing, “I said no yesterday, the answer is the same today.”

“Euughh!” Jaskier threw his head back in despair before hanging his head in exhaustion. “Geralt, I don’t want to be dramatic -,”

“Ha!” Geralt twisted in his saddle to look back at his friend with a quirked brow.

“- but I will fall off this horse and die of exposure if we don’t find water soon.”

Shaking his head, Geralt knew that despite the bard’s tendency to embellish, the situation was getting dire. They’d traveled this way dozens of times before and had always relied on the steady creek that ran alongside the trail for water. The region wasn’t known for dry spells and while Geralt was sure he could manage either way, his companion on the trail was not so durable.

They wouldn’t arrive at their destination for another three or four hours, at his level of dehydration and with probable heat exhaustion, Jaskier might not have that much time.

With another gruff sigh, Geralt pulled back on Roach’s reins and redirected her off the road and into the forest, turning back to ensure Jaskier’s horse would follow.

Geralt knew that there was a small clearing off the road where the thick leaves from the old trees made a lush, and shaded, canopy. He’d been there before a handful of times. It’s where he shared a tender first kiss, where he’d laid his head on Y/N’s chest before falling asleep feeling the cool, lush, grass cradling his large frame. It’s where he first said I love you.

Shaking his head slightly to pull himself from his memories, he dismounted and grabbed both sets of reins, leading the horses into farther the clearing. Once they’d reached the middle of the small field, Geralt released Roach’s lead and gave her a neck a scratch before leaving her to graze.

“Come on Jaskier,” he said, reaching into the gelding’s saddle bag for some food, “get off your horse and lay down in the grass.”

The bard fell out of his saddle with a thud while Geralt continue to root around the bag, huffing as he kept coming up empty.

“Did you eat the last of the cheese?”

“Mmpft,” Jaskier replied incoherently, face down in the grass.

“Hey –”

“Oi! You kicked me!”

“Where is the food? We had bread, cheese, and meat left over last night. Did you fucking eat it all?”

“No, you oaf,” he said, rolling over onto his back, “we ate the rest of it this morning.”

“Fuck!” Geralt cursed under his breath, pulling his hair up off his neck to cool off. He could barely remember what they’d done earlier that day. The heat had been unbearable all evening, and the rising sun only made it worse.  

“Don’t worry about it Geralt! No need to apologize for accusing me so harshly.” Jaskier said, words dripping in sarcasm.

Geralt merely looked down at the bard with disdain and rolled his eyes, refusing to admit the sun might be affecting him too.

“Shut up and take off your shirt –”

“Oh-ho!” he laughed weakly, wiggling his eye brows at the witcher. No matter how beaten and battered the bard may be, he’d never miss an opportunity to tease Geralt.

“No, Gods! Fuck,” Geralt went on, flustered, “the grass will cool you down a hell of a lot faster if you’re in direct contact. And besides, Y/N will kill me if I let you die of exposure.”

“Always so serious, eh Geralt?” Jaskier chided playfully, pulling off his tunic before laying back down onto the grass, “Oh-ho-ho-ohhhh yes… Sweet merciful goddess of all that is good, this feels amazing! Yes, yes, yes!”

While he was sure the bard was still mumbling gratefully, and disgustingly, at the feeling of the cool grass against his skin, Geralt’s mind was elsewhere. Somewhere in this clearing, wild heliotropes had bloomed and the sweet, almondine scent was pulling him into a memory.

“Geralt! Witchers use herbs, mushrooms, and flowers in all kinds of magic,” you said, your hands resting high on your hips, “I find it incredibly hard to believe that in all your years and extensive travels, you’d never learned to forage?”

“All my years, eh?” he’d replied, cat-like eyes gleaming back at you.

“Well of course,” you teased, “I mean, unless you mean to tell me that silver head of hair is a choice born out of vanity?”

“I’m going to make you pay for that later, Y/N.” He laughed, taken aback and a little impressed that you felt so comfortable with his mutations as to mock him playfully.

“Ha! Me and what coin?” you reply with a light laugh, bending over to collect the generous mushrooms growing through the bed of leaves and needles.

Geralt turned his head towards you to hit you with a winning comeback, but found himself lost for words when his eyes failed to meet yours.

You get up slowly, peering over your shoulder to find your witcher’s eyes on your backside. Smirking to yourself and quirking a brow flirtatiously, you toss a handful of dirt and wet leaves his way, hitting the poor soul right in the chest.

“Distracted, Geralt?” you said, tossing your hair over your shoulder as you straightened up.

Geralt swallowed thickly, desperately trying to string together at least a couple words – witty at best, coherent at least – when he heard a twig snap in the surrounding forest.

Quick as a flash, he drew his sword and his attention towards the source of the disturbance, a large boar. Chest already swelling with pride at the thought of providing you with a hearty meal, Geralt prepared his attack on the creature before him.

Seeing that the “threat” in question was nothing but a passing porcine, you dove before him with a shout, dropping the mushrooms on the way. Your scream coupled with your sudden movement startled the beast, and it dove deeper into the brush to escape.

“Geralt, no!”

“Damn it, Y/N,” he swore, “I could’ve had it! We could have had a decent meal! We – we would have been set for days!”

“No, Geralt! We have food, right here in this clearing. We needn’t take lives from the forest to eat.”

“Gods, Y/N,” he sighed, dropping his sword to the ground in frustration, “do I need to remind you of the cycle of life? Creatures live, they die, and they get eaten so others can live –”

“Yes, and by leaving that gentle giant to its ruminations, we’ve allowed it to go on, to feed its young, or hell! By leaving that boar to live, we might have secured a lifeline for a fellow wolf or fox. Geralt look around you; mushrooms, flowers, these thick leaves, those berries? You see that tree there? At its roots there are nuts, and over there? Those flowers? Means there is garlic. The forest will feed us with ease if we simply care to drop our weapons, and look.”

Geralt looked at you and with soft eyes, he took in the way your eyes burned with passion, the way your chest rose and fell with every energized breath. He looked around you and really looked at the plants around him, beyond scanning for any toxic or dangerous herbs, he did his best to see the forest through your bright eyes.

Looking at you he felt his chest swell once more, but this time the feeling was warm, grounding.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said quietly, pulling you into his arms, “so, so much.”

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. You knew he loved you. You had known for months, but you’d made peace with the fact that he loved you however he could, and that that would have to be enough, even if it meant you wouldn’t hear him say it.

“Oh, my sweet, sweet dove,” you murmured, reaching up to lay a soft kiss on his forehead, “I love you too.”

Geralt was wrenched from his thoughts by a swift kick to his shin, courtesy of the bard.

“Shhht!! Geralt!” Jaskier shout-whispered, still kicking at the witcher’s shins. “A deer! A d- dinner! Food! Geralt!”

Side-stepping out of the bard’s frantic little kicks, Geralt looked around him in a quick movement, spotting the deer with his hand primed above his sword’s hilt.

The world seemed to go quiet and still when his eyes met the doe’s. Despite himself, he could hear your voice in his head telling him that she’s a young, vibrant member of this forest’s population. That at her age, she’s likely a first-time mom or about to be. That she has more life to live and more to give to the land than be a poor man’s meal.

Jaskier watched in hungry-horror as Geralt waved his large hand at the creature, turning his back to it before looking down to meet his shell-shocked gaze.

“What the fuck, Geralt!” he spat, “what happened to “Y/N would kill me if I let Jaskier die”? What the fuck! That was food! Survival!”

“You’ll be fine Jask, shut up and lay in your grass.”

“As long as you don’t make me eat it.” He grumbled, not quietly enough.

A laugh rumbled through him as he walked towards to forest line, spotting thick dandelion leaves, mushrooms, and bushes ripe with nuts. He might not necessarily need to feed Jaskier the grass beneath his feet, but he was going to make him eat his words.

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“There you are my intrepid explorers!” You damn near squealed at the sight of them, dropping your basket of recently-purchased produce as you ran towards them.

At the sight of you, Geralt dismounts and runs to meet you in a tight embrace. You hold each other tightly, breathing in each other’s scent; his cedar, damp earth, and cut grass, and yours sweet almond.

You pull back just enough to look him over quickly and, spotting no fresh injury or new scars, pull your brows together curiously.

“Did you get lost?”

“Not at all,” replied Jaskier, clapping Geralt on the shoulder, “You’d be impressed, madam Y/N! Our dear witcher made quite the feast. Pulled me right out of the greedy jaws of death, he did!”

“Oh?” You said, brows furrowed in a silent question. Knowing what you meant, Geralt shook his head and kissed your temple to reassure you.

“Picture me this, Y/N,” Jaskier mused as he untacked his gelding, “I’m wilting away, inches from Death’s grip, and Geralt sweeps me under a lush canopy of trees and lays me in the grass…”

“Lays him in the grass? Should I be jealous?” you whispered.

“Never my love,” he replied softly, his forehead against yours.

“… then our honorable friend bid the deer a fond farewell, letting him get away! Yes, Y/N, there I lay, starving, thinking the sun must have cooked the sense right out of him when he marches out of sight only to emerge moments later with a bounty!”

“A bounty?” you mock-gasp, egging the bard on to Geralt’s great displeasure.

“Yes! We ate like kings in that forest, Y/N. All we did was eat but I felt hydrated and renewed! Truly a culinary delight.”

“A delight, Geralt!” you giggled, giving his waist a squeeze.

“Gods, won’t he ever shut up?” he grumbled, ghost of a blush creeping up his collar.

“Oh hush, my love,” you cooed, “without Jask’s bragging, I’d have never known what a big softy you’ve become.”

Wordlessly, Geralt looked down at you in mock-contempt, unsure that this wasn’t a veiled insult. He was instantly reassured though, when his eyes met yours.

“You left the deer.”

“I did.”

“And you foraged, found just what you needed.” You spoke softly, admiration and love rounding your features out beautifully.

“That’s right.”

“Now where did you pick up skills like that, my dove?” You chanced another tease, twirling a lock of his white, dust-packed hair around a finger before giving it a light tug, your head cocked to the side.

“Oh, I had an exceptional teacher…” he said, wrapping an arm tightly around your waist and bringing his other hand up to cup your face, pulling into a deep kiss.

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[bemylord]

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴏᴛ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ

characters: probably all in the aot world.

warnings: au, modern to aot, superpower, action, curse words, might be spoilers, deviation from the canon, my broken sence of humor, open final.

synopsis: you have woke up in the cellar, feeling a terrible headache as you opened eyes, you could barely see faces in front of you - it's all a blur. the next thing you heard is: 'kill her?' and 'no, we need her alive'

butler's remark: i hope you're doing well, today i made @gipumar request but! it's not over yet. i'll, i guess, write four and final [final would be a drabble] parts. i started from the first season and to the last one. [i'm watching last season rn]. reader is a titan! i also watched 1st season and second a couple of months ago, so i may have forgotten smth, but it's my au, and there will be a slight deviation from the canon. + reader and levi having their attitude.

➝ back to the main master list.

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you couldn't see anything - you've got a headache, tinnitus, you also can't move, as you couldn't feel your body - you wanted to open eyes, but again, every slightest movements causes unbearable pain all over the body. your overhear someone voice, or voices, or it's your imagination is playing with you. you mumbled, not being able to mutter out half a word.

'what's wrong? i've had drink a lot yesterday, jesus christ.'

the five human senses begin to activate, as if after a long time in a disconnected mode. you tossed your head back as you feel your muscles, barely feel the rest of the body as if is a closed location where you need access.

'kill her?'

'no, we need her alive'

as you overhear unknown voices, that aren't belong to your family or friends, you did a step forwards, as handcuffs are holding you from escaping. from under your open eyelids, you could barely see anything: some kind of light on the left side and two men in front of you, standing behind .. jail grate?

'where..'

throat ached as you pronounce the word, close eyes. the clarity is starting to appear as you could feel your fingers and arms being handcuffed. slowly turned head to the right side to see the room you are, noticing some kind of anciety? the walls are made of brick, the floor also, incomprehensible handcuffs. you weren't a criminal, but the general knowledge of what a prison cell looks like you knew from movies and shows.

'where.. am i..'

you heard a slight giggle, turning head to the sound, noticing two man: one is tall and well-built, the blond one. the next one is smaller, he's leaning against the wall, not even peek at you.

'stupid bitch, you better be talking right now. who are you and what you were planning to do, br-'

'levi! we had talked about it, calm down.'

as they quarrel, you've got an opportunity to scrutinize their state: the blond guy is clearly the captain or leader - the way he sits and his way of speaking, significantly different from the other guy.

the short one is obviously mad or annoyed, maybe you ain't good at reading people but he isn't looking at you, shows his irritation by gesture: arms crossed over his chest as he scows and half-mutter under his breath.

'who are you?' you suddenly asked, unawares them. 'why.. where? the fuc-'

'i told you, erwin, that pathetic bitch doesn't.. fine, i'll be quiet'

erwin. levi. who are they? what are you doing here? lots of questions - any answers.

you find yourself being on your knees as your wrists in the handcuffs. you wear ridiculous and funny clothes - a long linen shirt, probably for man, but you could feel you're wearing the only shirt.

your eyes widened at the of thought what they did to you while you were sleeping, moved hands forward as the chance to break the shackles. you failed, feeling pain in your shoulders.

'who are you? what happened? i'll call the police you're perverts!'

'the court wants to kill you, you'd better not move.'

the court? kill? girl, you have troubles. a big-big one.

'please, what happened? did i kill someone? did i.. what? i'll call to my lawyer'

erwin, as you might remember right, sigh, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. the guy next to him giggled, holding himself from offensive phrases.

'you are a titan, girl. yes, you saved us and our town from the titan whilst eren was plugging the hole in the wall.'

'titan? how did i end up here?'

'a bright flash appeared in the sky and then we saw you - in a titan guise.'

you raise one eyebrow, pondering over words the blond said. titan? your knowledge on the theme 'titan' is poor. in the modern world, not many people are interested or being keen on that theme. vampires, werewolves, witches, sorcerers [jjk, lol] - is favorite theme for fantasy movies.

you smiled, to which the boys frowned. you smirked first, before you burst out laughing out loud. titan? did you saved a town? nice prank it was.

'come on, nice prank it was. but i have a headache and also i want to rest 'cause tomorrow i have a math test and my teacher will kill me if i won't be there.'

levi smiles as he heard you.

'do what you've planned, i won't interfere.'

'finally.'

levi opened the door grate with a foot, immediately make a fist of your hair, tossed your head back.

'i don't care you're woman or man, you'll take your punishment. prank? lawyer? you make up new words, you trashy girl.'

the way he looks into your eyes, practically choking you, as you're hard to swallow your saliva either take a deep breath. first, you thought he's the weak one, not having force at all. just being a regular soldier who's following someone's orders.

'listen, you will walk with us and we will show you the wall, maybe you'd remember the action if not - prepare your pretty face'

he took the shackles off you, letting his hands carelessly fall onto your knees as you feel his hands on your wrists with an order: i didn't tell you i give you the recovery time.

the hallway they are leading you is full of soldiers with a weapon in their arms who're following you with their eyes on you, whispering each other.

you turned right and left a few times before finding yourself on a small ledge where the town was spread out like the palm of your hand.

where is your city? where are you?

you are scared to ask 'the weak' one, contemplate on the unknowing town. small houses, without any skyscrapers, without cars, roads, without anything familiar to your world.

prank's out of control.

'it can't be true, i don't understand..' you make a step forward, as if to verify if it's accurate. 'i've transported into another world, it can't be true, where is.. police? explain me something, captain, huh?'

'stohess. the city you are in now. perhaps you're as much help from another world as you're a mighty titan.'

stohess. europe? america? maybe it's a small town somewhere in the... somewhere in the world. your world.

'do you remember something?'

he turned his head to your face, waiting for the negative answer. yes, you noded. you couldn't remember anything from what and who you were, how you ended up being here. but you told him something about the country you live. well, you had been leaving.

'someone must have sent you to save our city, girl.'

'y/n. my name is y/n.'

he stares at you like you're an idiot whilst you still examine the view. in front of you, far beyond in the center you noticed a huge figure - titan, - you wanted to ask, but levi was the first.

'right, titan. if it weren't for you, he would have killed half the city, crushing everything in his path. don't waste our time, girl.'

'it's hard to think when i'm under the pressure'

he turned around to leave.

'then, it means i need to kill you today. breathe fresh air while your head is on your shoulders.'

(≧◡≦) love leaving people guessing what will next. i'm sorry for this short part. i need to go out of town for a few days, so i'll leave the next part for later. tomorrow or the day after tomorrow i want to write a little drabble about yaoi, it'll kenma x kuroo, just sfw.

#aot x reader #aot fanfiction #aot imagines #aot levi #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan levi #attack on titan #erwin smith #aot #levi ackerman imagine #levi ackerman fanfiction #aot scenario #attack on titan scenarios

[myelocin]

The Gratitude in Endings | Miya Atsumu, You, Kuroo Tetsurou

Synopsis: What follows endings always were the most beautiful things. In this case, after Kuroo Tetsurou, came Miya Atsumu--and for you, nothing could truly be better. 

**This is the epilogue to Redefining You (Part 1) and  To Us, A Love Story Unwritten (Part 2)! 

Characters: Miya Atsumu, You Kuroo Tetsurou

Genre/Tags/Warnings: No warnings! Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Bestfriend!Kuroo, Reader/Atsumu, Kinda a love triangle i guess lol

WC: 2.8k+

a/n: i,,,, have not let go of this AU and will probably not let go until a long time. i’m planning on writing drabbles in this certain AU soon, but for now enjoy this epilogue!

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You suppose happy endings is the sort of cliché you’ve been wanting to avoid this whole time. After all, you’re still only in your late twenties and even if you’ve crossed some things off of your bucket list—there were still pages you’ve yet to even flip through.

Life, to you, is a constant work in progress; all you’ve known were only beginnings but the reality is there is still never an end. From the second you opened your eyes and sucked in your first breath of air, day by day you continue to leave a mark in the world.

The stories you’ve scribbled in paper, the secrets you’ve whispered to willing ears, photographs of your claim in that snapshot of the world, and the connections you’ve made—those are the things that last and remain even after you’ve gone to cross new horizons.

Life—much like yourself will always just be a work in progress.

Whether it be the ink on your skin that’s yet to be connected to another work of art or waking up to a new morning wondering how differently Atsumu’s hair will look curled around your fingers this time.

Every day that you spent watching the sun rising and setting in his eyes never failed to leave you breathless.

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It shouldn’t have surprised you when Atsumu adjusted himself with the beat of your life quite naturally. After reconnecting in the airport, Tetsurou didn’t even have to sit you down to talk to you about his reappearance in your life.

Literally, after Bokuto landed, he left the airport that day without you and texted you that this was your chance to go home with, as Tetsurou said in verbatim, your “long lost love.”

According to him, after showing up in your weekly dinners at Kenma with Atsumu trailing behind you—that it was all part of his plan for he was the best wing man you could ever ask for.

After that self-proclamation, you and Kenma responded to his statement by simultaneously rolling your eyes. Atsumu, beside you, was apparently polite enough to laugh. Tetsurou was quick to stride over to him, clap him on the back of the shoulder and declare, “You both suck, but at least Miya-san has enough taste to recognize my genius work.”

“Please,” Atsumu laughed and clapped Tetsurou on the shoulder, “Atsumu is just fine.” From your place in the table, you smiled at Atsumu beaming up at Tetsurou, with your best friend returning the same energy.

“I think they’ll get along.” Kenma says and you smile, feeling your heart swell.

“They will,” you reply, and in return Kenma smiles because the both of you truly believe your words.

-

There were still moments you see Tetsurou break down. Eventually the ink climbs up higher and higher on his shoulders until you eventually see it peeking above the collar of his shirts. You have half the mind to ask, but at the same time, when Atsumu drapes his hands over your shoulders and you spot Tetsurou look away and bark out another joke—you decide against it.

“Are you happy?” Tetsurou asked you one day and you could almost laugh at how ironic the setting was. The two of you, along with Kenma had gone with Atsumu and the rest of MSBY in their team trip to a lake house ways from the city.

He asked that question when you joined him on the balcony one morning, a mug of coffee outstretched in offering to him. If it wasn’t for the morning fog clouding your hazy thoughts, you figured you would have caught on a lot quicker than you did—but at the moment, all you could think about was how warm Atsumu’s jacket was wrapped around you and how the roots of his natural hair were starting to peek through from what you observed earlier that morning.

Tetsurou smiled a thank you at the mug of coffee you offered him and motioned for you to take a seat next to him. He doesn’t ask the question again, but you spend the next few minutes of silence mulling about how the morning air brought bouts of nostalgia.

“I’m really happy, Tetsu.” You say and look at him, and you suddenly feel a little choked up. You blame the cold air for the blur in your eyes because when he smiles and wraps the blanket around him tighter while taking slow sips of his coffee you suddenly remember the moment you fell in love with him all those years ago.

In the solitude of the early hours, you’re brought back to the world from more than ten years ago and see the boy who spent his mornings with you through the pixilation of a computer screen. Your heart still beats with a fondness only attributed for him, but you suppose even the rhythm doesn’t flow the same way—you still love him.

And when he opens his eyes, red and teary and cheeks flushed, the fondness in his voice is as familiar as it had always been, “I’m glad, (y/n).”

You sniffle because even if you only exchanged the minimal words, you know the both of you understood everything lingering in the unspoken.

“Are you happy though?” you ask and knock your shoulder against his.

“I am, for you, I always am happy.” He says and laughs when you smack his shoulder a little harder this time in retort. “I meant you, dumbass. Are you happy?”

He laughs, sniffling and turning away from you.

“I love you.” He says, and before you could voice out your confusion he turns to you with a teasing glint in his eyes, “I began to tell myself that every day.”

You roll your eyes remembering your words from the balcony that one night. “Oh god, don’t just quote me.”

“I mean it!” he says and laughs along with you.

You think the two of you must look a little silly, crying at seven in the morning and laughing over your heartaches you endured some years ago, but your relationship with Tetsurou ran deeper than the norm, so you guess you don’t mind.

“Tetsu, I really want you to be happy.” You finally say, and you hope the softness in your tone reaches him.

Tetsurou looks at you in the way that’s sincere because he sighs into the air with a smile and wraps a hand around your shoulder—pulling you in for a half hug. You set your mug down to the side and wrap your own arms around his frame, burying your face in his chest.

He feels warm and you don’t come to mind his chin resting on top of your head.

“Happiness is a work in progress, I’ll get there in time. But I’m always facing to walk in that direction.”

“Promise?” you ask, and he pulls from you to look you straight in the eye.

Though before he opened his mouth to reply, the finality in his eyes quelled your worries.

He didn’t need to say promise because you were more than sure he was going to get there.

-

Miya Atsumu was someone who came into your life in a whirlwind of all the things you considered to be the most beautiful.

He’s a human being; far from perfection just as you were, but then again, the word perfection had always been subjective. Not a day passed by where you didn’t tell him thank you for always being patient. He dealt with his demons just as you had but like the certainty of those very demons coming and going in your life, the grip in his hand holding yours was just as steadfast and un moving.

Atsumu would be the one to tell you to bite your hand and push through it when you had no other option but walk through hell itself, but also in contrast, he would be the one to lay with you in the silence and rub circles on your back telling you to cry out whatever was hurting you.

He’d crack a couple jokes in between your sobs, and kiss your eyelids despite you telling him no and that your tears will taste gross.

You, on the other hand was always the one he came home to and your arms being opened was a constant whether he celebrated a victory or a loss.

Whether he’d cry because his service ace was the winning point, or cry because he felt second best, time and time again Atsumu would tell you his thank you for the presence through it all.

And when he tells you an I love you every day with the sun rising and setting as the witness, you know he means it just as he knows the sincerity he’s always found the comfort in with yours.

“Are you happy?” he asked you on your third year together and you could almost laugh at the parallels you’re begging to see with the conversation you had with Tetsurou some time ago.

“Really happy.” You reply and lace your fingers through his.

“With me?” he asks and smiles when you swing your joined hands back and forth. “With us.” You reply and lean forward to kiss his cheek.

Atsumu laughs and tugs you to walk with him ankle deep in the water. “This kinda feels familiar,” he comments and you laugh because it does. You mean it’s familiar because déjà vu is nudging at you and also because the both of you had found yourselves in a quiet stretch of beach along the coasts of Okinawa.

It wasn’t Siargao in the Philippines this time, and you could understand the distant chatter of Japanese in the background opposed to the dialect spoken in the Philippines those years ago, but it was the light of the setting sun peaking in Atsumu’s eyes that had you grinning ear to ear because this was your favorite part of the day.

When the both of you are a little over ankle deep in the water Atsumu releases your hand and points to the horizon on the western side of the world.

You turn and smile because he’s pointing to the sunset. Closing your eyes you, breathe in and breathe out—then smile because it wasn’t shaky. Briefly, you think of Tetsurou and what he could be doing this time in Tokyo—and smile again because he’s probably over at Kenma’s for movie night yelling into a TV and chucking popcorn in the air. You think about the new dating app he downloaded on his phone that he showed you the other day and chuckle to yourself in a way that had you feeling giddy. He was putting himself back out there and for that, you were always happy for him.

And so when you open your eyes and look at the western horizon, you shift your body to turn to Atsumu; you prefer looking at the setting sun’s painting from his eyes, anyway.

But you stop in your tracks because he’s grinning at you and then biting his lip in nervousness. You laugh, automatically choked up because he’s down on one knee with a ring in his hand.

“(Y/n),” he begins, but you don’t let him finish because as you’re staring into his eyes and see the sparks of orange and red reflected you’re suddenly throwing your arms on his shoulder and kneeling down with him.

“W-wait!” he protests, but laughs along with you, “—for god’s sake let me propose properly.”

You continue to laugh, even as you feel streams of tears rolling down your cheeks. Pulling away from him you grab his face in between your hands and wipe the tears rolling down his cheeks with your thumbs.

“Will you marry me?” he asks, but you know it’s not much of a question because he doesn’t wait for you to answer since he’s kissing the palm of your hand and sliding the ring on your finger before you open your mouth to speak.

“I had a whole speech prepared,” Atsumu whines, sniffling when you laugh at him and hold his face in between your hands again.

You could cry because it truly does feel like déjà vu, because the sunset reflected in his eyes look just like that very sunset you could still remember on that day you fell in love with him all those years ago.

The water in Okinawa is not as warm as the water in the Philippines, and the water soaking your dress is a little uncomfortable like the sand digging in your knees, but with Atsumu being in front of you crying along to the comments you’re sharing back and forth with him—you know you wouldn’t have it any other way.

-

“You know if I closed my eyes and this playlist wasn’t shitty, I could just pretend this our wedding.”

You roll your eyes, biting back a comment and let out a laugh instead. “Atsumu was in charge of the playlist. I told him to make the vibe uniform but he probably ignored everything after Atsumu make the playlist.”

Tetsurou snickers and squeezes your hand in his, while the other that’s resting on the back of your waist pulls you along to the sway of the music. You smile and lightly knock his chest with your hand that’s resting on his chest.

“Don’t tell him I’m trashing your wedding music.”

“He’ll laugh along with you,” you reply softly.

“Oi, Tetsurou!” Atsumu calls from the background; the two of you turn to face him, you greeting him with a slight wave and a wink while Tetsurou opts to shoot him a thumbs up and a smile.

“Stop tryin’ to steal my wife.”

Tetsurou laughs at your husband’s halfhearted warning, “She’s not really my type!”

“Damn straight.” Atsumu laughs, then turns towards the conversation he was having with Osamu.

“Why did it feel like my husband is trying to devalue me?” You snort and Tetsurou laughs because he knows you’re only joking.

“He trusts you and knows he can’t get rid of me that’s why.”

“Fair point,” you smile, agreeing.

“Hey Tetsu,” you say slowly, looking at him. He hums in response and looks at you with a smile mirroring your own.

“Thank you.”

He doesn’t ask you what you mean by the thank you and you smile in appreciation because you know the message was delivered without a hitch. So the two of you continue to dance in circles, with Tetsurou snorting every time the music in Atsumu’s playlist got progressively more “country” as he dubbed it.

“We should write a book about this someday.” You quip and he nods, “Hell yeah, as long as I’m written as a super buff guy.”

Thank you for being my first love.

“I mean sure,” you reply, “but when Atsumu comes into the story he’s obviously more buff. It’s just canon like that.” Tetsurou huffs, turning his head away in exaggeration.

Thank you for breaking my heart but still leaving breakfast for me that morning.

“My character needs to have some really cool quotes though,” Tetsurou negotiates and you laugh out a sure, what do you got, before he replies, “If your goals don’t scare you, they’re not big enough.” You throw your head back and laugh. “That doesn’t even make sense, but sure, we can work that in.”

Thank you for being my best friend above everything that’s happened. Thank you for accepting Atsumu.

“Wait I have another quote,” he offers and you nod for him to continue. Tetsurou smiles at you, his eyes dazzling under the night sky’s stars and the venue’s fairy lights. “He loved her enough to let her go.”

You fall silent and the urge to suddenly cry hits you. Tetsurou smiles and spins you around until you’re face to face with Atsumu, who’s staring at you with a knowing and gentle smile from across the room.

You turn to face him and the tears well up even more at the feeling of déjà vu gnawing at your chest. It doesn’t hurt in a bad way because you know the both of you are heading in the right direction this time. Tetsurou smiles and tells you, “Love you, dumbass.” before you feel Atsumu’s hand take yours.

“I’m proud of the both of you.” Atsumu whispers, kissing the corner of your temple.

“Aren’t you supposed to be the protective husband?” you laugh.

“I know he’s a special person in your life, and I’m thankful for him everyday too because him being dumb enough not to love you led to us.” Atsumu replies, laughing along with you.

“Tsumu!”

“Kiddin.”

Resting your cheek on Atsumu’s shoulder, the two of you continue to move in slower circles. You meet Tetsurou’s gaze from your spot in the room and smile when he flashes you a thumbs up.

Thank you, Tetsurou thinks when he feels déjà vu nudging his heart. The dull of his heart thrumming doesn’t ache this time so he smiles towards you again and thinks of the baby’s breath tattoo he got the night inked on the left side of his chest.

When you turn and Atsumu meets his gaze, he gives the blonde a solid nod and another thumbs up.

Thank you for letting me love and let you go, (y/n).

 -

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Hey Nikki! Could you do a perfectly wrong drabble of reader thinking she is pregnant? thank you <3

perfectly wrong | drabble [10]: why are there multiple kinds of pregnancy tests for Taehyung to decide between?

word count: 1.9k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content, pregnancy scare (use protection and use protection well, folks!)

note: this ended up being a little longer than i thought lol sorry! hope you enjoy still. i also just whipped this up before going to bed so this is pretty raw - excuse any mistakes pls. love me still 🥺

"Fuck!" You yelled as you ran to the bathroom as a huge wave of nausea hit you yet once again this morning. You were abruptly woken up early in the morning due to the feeling, not getting much rest after the first time you hurled last night's dinner into the toilet bowl. Taehyung had just walked into your apartment, mouth slightly open as he furrowed his brows watching you run off to the bathroom.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He says, swinging the bathroom door open as you dry-heaved into the bowl, curse words trailing shortly after. He crouches to your level, rubbing your back and holding your hair out of the way.

"I don't know, I just woke up feeling--" He watched as you threw your head back into the toilet bowl, a little bit of the water you had taken down earlier coming back up. "Really shitty." You continue after you spit.

"Shit, did you eat anything bad yesterday?"

"I don't think so? Nothing seemed suspicious." You pointed at him weakly. "And you look perfectly dandy being that we ate at the same places." You rested your back against the wall, eyeing how god-like your boyfriend looked.

"I'm sorry, love." He pouted. "You okay to get up now? Let's get you in bed and I can run out to grab whatever you need me to grab." You sat there, pondering on your thoughts for a second. The food you ate last night didn't seem bad, but also you never know. However, you were starting to freak out mainly because of the countless, amazing, 'let me rearrange your guts' type of sex you've been having with your boyfriend. That thought always has to be taken into consideration.

"What's the date today?" Taehyung quickly whips out his phone to check the date on his lockscreen.

"The 20th. Why?" Your eyes widened. You were supposed to get your period 5 days ago. Albeit, you've always been on a weird, irregular schedule ever since you were younger. Getting on birth control somewhat helped regulate that, but lately it hadn't been wonky. You usually got it on the 15th. "Why, baby?" His eyes started to widen.

"I'm late, Tae. I should've gotten my period 5 days ago."

"Okay, let's not panic. We can't assume just yet, right?" He begins to slightly freak out, but he's doing his best to keep his emotions in check. He was worried as hell now, not only because you were hurting but because this?

Lord, please. If you get me out of this one, I won't slap Y/N's ass ever again.

Don't get him wrong, he really wanted to be a father. He had always dreamed of having a good sized family with the love of his life. But right at this moment? He wasn't ready. You weren't ready. You both were just trying to survive school and that was already work on its own.

"Right." You say, but you're fucking screaming internally. Jesus fucking christ?!

"Let's get you in bed. I'll grab you some gatorade and soup while you get some more rest." He says, helping you up. You loved his cologne and taking in his scent, but today you couldn't deal. You sat on the edge of your bed, immediately grabbing the trash can next to your night stand and puked a little bit more acid.

"God, I'm so tired. Let this be ooooover." You whined as Tae tucked you into your sheets and wiped your face clean with a warm, wet towel. He folded it in half, placing the towel onto your forehead to help regulate your temperature as much as possible.

"I'm so sorry, babygirl. I hate seeing you like this." He kisses you on the cheek. "Don't drink water just yet, it doesn't seem like you can keep it down. I'll come back right away, okay? Try to get some sleep."

"Can you grab a test?" He swallows the lump in his throat.

"Yeah, of course." He smiles toothlessly, watching as your eyes slowly droop and shut close, the exhaustion from all this effort hitting you out of nowhere. Tae was worried sick, and he honestly wished he could snap his fingers so that the things you need would just appear and he wouldn't have to leave you alone.

He gets to the closest convenience store that would have everything you needed in one place. He grabs you a few bottles of gatorade, making sure to grab you the blue Glacier Freeze bottles because he remembers you saying that's the only flavor you grew up drinking. He grabs a couple of ingredients to whip you up some chicken noodle soup later once you're able to tolerate the gatorade at the very least. He also grabs a few unnecessary things like snacks for you both [mainly him cause it's based off of his own cravings right now] and then makes his way over to the aisle that has the condoms and pregnancy tests.

Tests?

Multiple kinds?

How the fuck is he supposed to know? Does one differ by the other much? They all look like the same fucking stick. They all look like that game of pick up sticks.

His eyes go from one box to another, mouth slightly hanging from how overwhelmed he is right now. This one says 6 days sooner, but the other box has two sticks for the price of one? He's assuming that's a nice safety blanket to have an extra stick confirm your results. But there's also one box with two sticks AND the 6 days sooner message.

Then a box with 4 sticks?

"Hooooly mother of pearl, fuck it." He says, grabbing the one with 4 sticks and the 6 day message. That's the gold for him. It makes him feel a little better knowing he could look at all 4 sticks. Does Y/N even have enough pee for this? He's about to make his way out of the aisle when he passes the condoms and lube.

Heh, no lube cause I make my girl hella wet already.

But condoms? After today, he was highly thinking about it. But lord knows how much he'd hate to have to wrap it up like that. Condoms are for sure your friends, but that raw feeling when he's inside the girl he truly loves - Exquisite. Chef’s kiss. Absolutely irreplaceable.

He eyes the boxes one more time before a little elderly lady walks past him in the aisle. She looks at him, smiles, then looks at the condoms before looking down at his basket with the pregnancy tests.

"A little late for that, don't you think?" She chuckles as she jokes to herself.

Well, damn? Like that??

He purses his lips into a fine line before rushing out of the aisle and making his way to the self-checkout lanes. He quickly checks out, not realizing he had gotten a little distracted from his own thoughts.

Getting back to your place, he notices you're still sound asleep. He takes your trash out and dumps it down the trash slot outside of your door. He cleans up a little in your living room, folding your blankets neatly and lighting your favorite candle. He washes the dishes left in your sink as he waits for the stove to heat up. He starts to whip up that chicken noodle soup for you so it would be ready.

Once he's done, he grabs a bottle of gatorade and sits on the edge of your bed, gently brushing the hair out of your face.

"Here baby, drink some." He says, handing you the opened bottle. You stir in your position, sitting upright in order to get some of the gatorade into your system. You hope you can keep it down and make some progress. "I got you the tests." He shows you the box with 4 sticks.

"Damn, babe. Four sticks?" He clicks his teeth and points a finger gun at you.

"The more the merrier, amirite?"

"I should probably do those now." You take your time standing up with Tae right beside you, making sure you don't get dizzy or lose your balance. In the bathroom, you stand and stare at the box for a little, reality kind of settling in for you. This is actually happening right now.

"Hey, whatever happens, I'll be right here, okay? We'll figure this out." He reassures you, giving a kiss on the side of your head as you silently nod and open the box. You sit on the toilet, Tae helping you swap out the sticks until you no longer need to pee. He sets the aside the sink carefully, putting on a timer on his phone.

"Fuck. I can't just sit here and watch." You dig your head into your hands.

"I almost bought condoms." He chuckles, trying to brighten the mood.

"Taehyung and condoms? No way. My boyfriend would never."

"I would if absolutely necessary - and by absolutely necessary, I mean like today o’clock." You shoot him a look, the statement only heightening your anxiety. "But! I didn't, okay! We'll be fine, we can't assume."

"You're pulling out next time."

"I mean if you let me bust my load on your—"

"No, you're gonna cum in your own fucking hands after today." You furrow your eyebrows angrily.

"Baby." He laughs. "That's no fun."

"Taehyung, we're sitting in my bathroom waiting for four pregnancy tests to show their results!" His timer goes off and suddenly you feel sick again.

"I guess we'll find out if I'm daddy in a few minutes." You smack him on the chest.

"Don't ever."

"Please, ladies first." He nods towards the sticks.

"You!"

"Why me?"

"It's your sperm that did this!"

"Woah m'lady, it takes two to tango!"

"Pick up the goddamn sticks." He clicks his teeth.

"Fuck, fine!" He picks up the stick. "Oh my god, baby." He says, gasping with his mouth agape.

That's it. You're gonna fucking cry. Everything is turning into white noise. Yes, you wanted a family but all of this shit was happening so quickly you couldn't even—

"You're not pregnant." He says in the same dramatic tone.

"I'm going to fight you!" You shriek at him, grabbing the sticks to double check. You see one single line across all four sticks, causing you to breathe a sigh of relief. You start to cry a little, causing Taehyung to laugh and pull you into a hug. He knows how stressed you just were and he knows this moment alone must have taken a lot out of you. He can't help but wanna cuddle you in his arms for the rest of the day.

"Oh never again, love."

"Don’t get me wrong. I wanna have your babies but I’m not ready to right now."

"I fully agree, 100%."

"I'll call my doctor tomorrow just to make sure we're in the clear." He nods.

"Feeling a little better?" You shake your head.

"Honestly, I still feel like shit."

"Go sit in bed, I'll bring the bowl of soup to you." He kisses you on the nose. "I love you."

"I love you, too." And that's what you do - sit in bed while your man brings your bowl of soup that he delicately prepared over so you can get something in your system. Luckily, you were able to hold both that and the gatorade down and that's what your diet consisted of for the rest of the day.

The good ol' doc says it's nothing but a dumb stomach bug and that your birth control is just playing mind games with you, showing you the results to confirm the negative pregnancy test. He demands you take it easy and get lots of love in the mean time until you fully recover from whatever thing you ate that day that wasn't prepared carefully.

You live and you learn. Life is all about that, right?

"Never again, Tae."

"We don't mean that." He whines as he chases after you walking towards the car.

"You try being in my shoes during a pregnancy scare then!"

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okay so i kinda got carried away with this one??? i just really love this idea and how freaking fluffy it is! so thank you for submitting it @peachy-yabbay​! 😊 also lowkey im sorta falling in love with kaminari?? like he’s so fun to write and i had a smile the entire time. anyway i rlly hope you enjoy!

Feel free to request more here. I write fics, drabbles, and headcanons 💖

Also, I have a yoga fic already posted with bakugou x fem!reader so if this doesn’t satisfy your need of bakugou being a flexible pretzel and failing you can read more here 😂

Bakugou Katsuki

THE STRUGGLE IS REAL

like Bakugou prides himself on going to the gym everyday, but he focuses on strength training and muscle building

the art of flexibility takes time, effort, and perseverance

he gets super frustrated when he can't get the splits in 2.5 seconds

“Careful or you might pull something.”

he ignores you ofc bc for some reason he thinks he’s gonna get the splits if he just - forces himself???

“seriously, Bakugou, don’t push so much-”

“Shut up I know what I’m - OW SHIT FUCKING HELL”

poor bby is on the ground cradling his thigh bc he pulled his hamstring

And lemme tell you THAT SHIT HURTS 😭

he’s literally screaming bloody murder

-like he’s faced a lot of pain from hero training but pulling your hamstring is just so. much. worse???

you grab an icyhot pack (aka you grab Todoroki lol) but Bakugou’s just like “hell no fuck off half n half”

“Must be bad. I heard you crying from downstairs-”

“I SAID FUCK OFF” Todoroki shrugs and leaves.

you roll your eyes at Bakugou’s stubbornness and grab some muscle balm instead

“Tch. I can do it myself” but you ignore him and rub the balm on his thigh, he doesn’t fight it

after that whole fiasco he finally listens to your warnings when you tell him that's enough

he’s in the splits in a little over a month!

“Oh my god, Bakugou, you’re doing it!”

“Tch. I know.”

you don’t miss the small smile on his face

he goes up to you later and shoves something in your hands

“Um. What’s this?”

“A movie ticket” you stare at it blankly, he rolls his eyes

“I’m taking you to the movies tonight, dumbass.”

“Like a date?” you stare up with hopeful eyes

“The fuck? No! As payment.”

you blink, clearly confused

“You know… for helping me with my stretches.”

Oh.

you blush in embarrassment at the misunderstanding

“I’ll meet you out front at 7. Don’t be late.” he walks off, but before he reaches the corner he stops-

“Ugh fine! It’s a date! Happy!?”

you erupt in the biggest smile

he wants to be the only one to make you smile like that from now on

Todoroki Shouto

Todoroki is impressed with how flexible you are, and you’re quite surprised when he asks you to help him

the most aloof - and handsome - guy in your class you’ve barely spoken TWO words to has come to you for help??? is this a dream? someone pinch you 👀

but there you are, the next day in his dorm, gently pushing his hips down

Todoroki’s working on his warrior/scorpion pose (ya’ll there's so many names for this pose jfc the one where you’re standing on one leg, back arched, and you’re holding the other leg above your head)

he’s sweating and breathing heavily, and when you go to steady him, you actually burn your hand on his bicep.

“Ouch!”

“Are you okay?”

he’s hovering over you the next second, you show him your hand, a blister already forming

“Damn it. I still have trouble controlling my left side,” he looks away from you, clenching his fists, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” you blow cool air on the wound to stop the tingling, “all better,” you smile up at him

“Here, let me,” he pulls his shirt up to reveal his stomach and places your hand on the right side. You sigh in relief as your hand is instantly cooled.

Uh oh.

you realize where your hand is currently pressed against 😳

you’re so tempted to trace along the hard contours of his abs

“Y/N? You’re burning up.” he touches your cheek, your heart doing somersaults at the closeness

“Oh-kay, that’s enough for today!” you squeak, running away from a thoroughly confused Todoroki

Todoroki shows excellent progress in just a couple weeks. He says it’s because he has a great teacher, but you know it's his work ethic and how he listens to your advice and applies it flawlessly.

He’s even gotten better at controlling his left side since he’s constantly relaxing his muscles to get deeper in the stretch.

it happens during warm-ups before training

Class 1-A goes into some stretches when you see Todoroki go into a perfect scorpion. His back perfectly arched and his leg reaching above his head.

“Oh my god, Todoroki, you’re doing it!” you clap your hands in excitement

“Am I?”

...is this boy for real? lol

“YES” you laugh at his stoic expression

“I see.” He softly comments before going into another stretch.

your shoulders deflate, disappointed at the lack of enthusiasm

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he cracks a small smile and your breath is taken away by the simple gesture. It’s rare to see him with such a soft expression, and the fact that you’re the reason for it sends your heart aflutter.

AND bc he’s totally oblivious to your current state, he goes up to you and whispers, “you’re an amazing teacher, Y/N”

“It was n-nothing re-really it was a-all you!” you laugh awkwardly, unable to meet his eyes.

“How can I thank you?”

“It-it’s really n-not necessary!”

“Hmm…” he walks away deep in thought and you’re just standing there like the stuttering mess you are bc how dare he walk away like nothing!?

Mina’s got your back tho bc frankly it's quite sad how awkward you are and how oblivious Todoroki is that she NEEDS to become the captain of this ship stat

She “casually” suggests to Todoroki that he should take you out to eat as a thank you for helping him.

and when he walks you to your door that night he says, “I hope you enjoyed our date”

“D-date?” cue the butterflies in your stomach

“Was it not a date?” You’re pinned by his intense gaze, but you manage to squeak out a “yes!” in your confused daze. He chuckles at your nervousness

“Have a good night, Y/N.” he kisses your cheek

and when you give Mina the details of your date there’s a bunch of squealing from her end and you’re just like 😳 the entire night

Kaminari Denki

“Woah, Y/N, you’re really flexible. Can you put your foot over your head?”

You show him and he’s totally amazed. “Cool! Can you teach me? I wanna put BOTH legs over my head!”

first day of stretching with Kaminari is… def a day you remember

“Ow ow! Y/N, don’t break me!”

“Denki, I’m not even touching you!”

He looks up where your hands are on your hips

“oh... heh” he gives you a sheepish smile

You roll your eyes. How you’re gonna get this boy flexible enough to put his foot over his head is beyond you, but you’re happy it’s going to take a while - it means more time spent with your crush

You spend an hour with Kaminari each day to perfect his stretching routine (It should only take about 20 minutes, but the boy’s got the attention span of a newborn puppy)

“Woah check out that cloud, Y/N.” Kaminari looks in awe at the sky. You sigh, not again

“Denki, we’re not done, get back in the stretch”

“Look Y/N,” he points, “doesn’t it look exactly like baby yoda?” He lies down on the grass to gaze at the clouds

“Oh my god, Denki, I’m gonna kill - oh wow…” you gaze up in awe at the cloud, “baby yoda…”

You and Kaminari spend the rest of the hour cloud gazing

After literal MONTHS of getting on Kaminari’s ass he can FINALLY put his legs over his head.

He calls out to you during a training exercise, “Y/N LOOK I DID IT!”

“NOT ONE BUT TWO!” he points at both of his legs with a huge smile

You feel a rush of happiness because even after how frustrated you were with him at times, you would do it a million times over if it meant getting to see such a pure smile.

“Congrats!” you say, “Now, stand up so I can give you a hug!”

“Um…” he sheepishly looks up at you, “I’m kinda... stuck?”

You roll your eyes affectionately, “the things I do for you.”

You’re about to help Kaminari when Bakugou shoves him backwards giving everyone in class a clear view of his ass in the air 😂

“Hah, dumbass.”

Kaminari waddles helplessly side to side

“Y/N?” he squeaks, “a little help here?”

Later that week he tells you he found a yoga class for both of you to take and you’re surprised. He still wants to spend time with you?

But then he says, “Are you crazy? Why wouldn’t I wanna spend time with the coolest person I know?”

You choke on your tea, in disbelief at his words - that was a huge compliment and you know Kaminari is a very open person so you just brush it off with an “Oh stop it…”

“No I’m serious, Y/N, you’re awesome. Like super awesome,” he gives an awkward laugh while rubbing the back of his neck

“I’ve been thinking… maybe after yoga, we can, i don't know... hit up the arcade or something? Or it doesn’t have to be the arcade, it could be anything really!”

You’ve never seen Kaminari this flustered before. He’s the type to brush off his mistakes with a laugh, always moving on to the next moment.

“No, the arcade sounds fun!”  

You reassure him and the confident light in his eyes returns

“Oh and Denki?”

“Yeah?”

“Prepare to get rekt in mario kart”

This starts a whole ass play fight about who’s gonna get dunked on when racing down rainbow road

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[azurika-writes]

Helping A Roomie Out

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt: a character of your choice is your new roommate, a hot delicious snack on legs. 

Warnings: sexual tension, hot sexy roommate, graphic wet dream description, mentions of a shower head masturbation (female), implied smut

Words: 1,042 (okay, let me quickly research the meaning of drabble lol sorry)

Authors Notes: this is a drabble written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ and I’m very happy to be apart of them. Enjoy this fun little drabble :)

His tongue swirled around your nipple until it hardened, gently tugging on the sensitive pebble. You pushed at his head to move him further where you needed him the most. He complied, sucking, nipping and licking delicate areas on your body. You moaned his name, the only word you were capable of speaking right now, and the only word he wanted to hear. He dipped his hand inside your panties to gather your juices and spread them generously over your tingling clit. When you were wet enough, he pulled your panties down seconds later with his teeth, discarding them somewhere in the room. Biting, kissing and sucking his way up your legs and on the inside of your thighs. You pulled his man bun loose, his locks falling in front of his face, tickling your skin. His face dipped where you were aching for him, his long, thick tongue slithered through your folds, your back arched off the bed and then -

You groaned into your pillow, lazily reaching over blindly to shut the damn alarm clock off. You sighed and rubbed the sleepiness from your eyes. You sat up, your back flushed against your headboard and you thought about your dream.

It was all your new roommate’s fault. Bucky moved in just a couple of weeks ago and ever since then, you’ve had the most lustful dreams. It of course didn’t help that your new roommate walked around the apartment in tight clothing that you were absolutely sure were a few sizes too small, his abs were always on show, his ass bulging out of the seams of his jeans and his tight sweatpants that left little to the imagination of what was hidden underneath.

Bucky did respect boundaries, if it was you walking around in your daisy denim shorts and a tank top, Bucky would avert his eyes anywhere but you. Where you on the other hand, kept stealing glances. 

“Y/N? I heard your alarm beeping and the coffee is made.” speak of the devil.

“I’ll be right out!” you sighed, shaking the thoughts from your head. Bucky had told you when he first moved in he had a girlfriend, but you’ve never met her since he hasn’t invited her over and he rarely talks about her, which kind of makes you believe he just said that to make the situation more comfortable and less awkward. You hiss when your warm feet hit the sudden cold wooden floors and waddle to the bathroom, your panties feeling like you have a lake flooding in them from your dream. 

Once you have freshened yourself up and changed into some decent clothes, you head out to the living room.

“I’m her-aaaah.” your eyes almost fall out of your sockets. Bucky is plating up some eggs in the kitchen in just his boxers. Boxers that are very very clear and see through and you can see everything. Your eyes avert all over the place, you’re not sure where to look and you’re no doctor, but you’re pretty sure a fast heart rate isn’t a good thing.

You take a moment to try and get some air into your lungs and you also take the opportunity to steal a quick glance. His abs flex each time he moves around the kitchen, his really large manhood that you can see as clear as though he wasn’t wearing anything flops around inside his boxers with that teasing happy trail dipping just under the waistband, some of his hair has fallen out of his man bun and a gritty stubble covers his face.

Oh god. I could spread him on a cracker and eat him for lunch.

“Good mornin’ doll.” His voice is deeper than a black hole. 

“Um yes, morning, yes. Good indeed morning.” Bucky cocked an eyebrow at your babbling and you blushed, clearing your throat but it did absolutely nothing. “Morning.” You corrected sheepishly and kept your eyes to the floor as you approached the kitchen table. 

Bucky pulled a chair out for you and you thanked him quietly. He clearly couldn’t have known the torture he was putting you through, because he grabbed the coffee pot from the kitchen counter and stood right next to you. His manhood almost grazing your arm and it took your absolute sheer will to keep your eyes focused on the coffee being poured into the cup. 

“You alright there doll? You look flustered.” you make the mistake of looking up to him because holy shit, everything is much clearer from this point of view. You didn’t notice the hairs on his chest before, and that happy trail was more fluffy than you thought and definitely packing it. 

“I’m fine. Thanks Buck.” you cleared your throat once again and took a sip of the freshly poured coffee. 

He flopped down on the chair next to you and decided to torture you even further and spread his thighs, his left arm resting on the back of the unoccupied chair next to him as he scooped up some scramble eggs on his fingers and suggestively sucked it off his fingers. 

Oh jesus christ.

“I need a shower.” you announced quickly, pushing the chair back too harshly that it fell backwards, but you didn’t care. You more or less sprinted to your room, unintentionally slamming the door behind you. 

You stripped your clothes off and hopped in the cold shower, bringing the shower head down between your legs to relieve some of that sexual frustration you’re currently feeling. The pressure feels nice, but you imagine its him, your roommate working his tongue down there. It isn’t enough, you need to be filled.

Giving up in the shower, you’re painfully sensitive and frustrated. It’s times like these you wished you weren’t single. You wrapped a towel securely around your body and walked back into your bedroom with the intent on using some toys instead. 

What you found however, was a very naked and hard roommate laying on your bed waiting for you. 

“Wha- what are you doing?!” you asked, holding onto your towel.

“Heard you this mornin’ moaning my name. I’ve been thinkin’ about you too y’know. What you’d be like underneath me. So, whaddya say we help each other out as roommates?”

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[magalidragon]

Ice is Hot Too | another drabble

Woooot, back to Madam Dany we go-- this is another drabble in the Ice is Hot Too universe, in the drabble collection Frostbite and Burns.  It’s in answer to an ask from @aenarsnow​ that I did NOT forget about, but I accidentally answered it so I can’t find the ask anymore, lol, but I did remember it!  It’s for the prompt “Prove it” and is spicy spice.  

This is set after the angst-filled drabble “Melting” I did for these beans, which is why it is sexy and also ends with some fluffy happiness.  But no, Robb isn’t in this one, maybe the next one, lol, I just love this GIF.

Jon Snow was annoying her.

She was furious with him.  Furious that he dared leave their house this morning looking the way he looked, all beautiful in his crisp tailored gray suit, his boots shiny and his curls luscious.  Furious he smelled like the mix of spearmint gum, faint scent of his e-cigarette, and the pine fresh of his shampoo.  Furious he hadn’t tugged those curls back into the knot he usually kept them in at work and they hung free around his fine face, his beard dark and rather messy as he hadn’t been to the barber for a cleanup in a week or so.  

There was also the drawl in his voice, the burr of his accent, when he spoke with Missy, Tyrion, Varys, and the other members of the company.  She left the room at one point, too annoyed to carry on.  There was the other time when he’d had to call a couple clients, dress them down for trying to pressure the boys into sexual conduct when they were not within any rights to do so if they didn’t want to.  He was so firm with them, but polite, and of course they apologized.  They just really loved her boys, after all.

She sulked, waiting for him to finish, for everyone to leave, and the door to close behind Missy, who smirked at her knowingly.  She cocked her head at her best friend, appalled she would think such things.  Who am I kidding, she knows us too well.

Jon glanced over at her across the conference room table.  She didn’t like coming to the main offices here at the tower in downtown Kings Landing, she preferred the darkness of her lair in the Dragonpit.  “I think that went well,” he said, closing his laptop.  “And we’ve secured the generous donation from Olenna too.”  He scowled.  “I’ll have to thank Robb for that one.  No doubt he convinced Margaery to convince her.”

“Hmm.”

“Before I forget, we have Arry’s school play tonight.”  He beamed, proud father that he was.  “She’s so excited, she gets to play Aegon the Conqueror.”

“Hmm.”

He glanced sideways, brow furrowing.  “What’s your problem?  You’ve been bratty all afternoon.”

“Do you ever get sick of the sound of your own voice?” she snapped.  She couldn’t explain why she was just so testy. Her mood had been shifting so rapidly lately.  Nothing made her happy.  Everything pissed her off.  She’d fucking cried when Jorah had to stop the car this morning because a fucking deer jumped across the road.

He drew back, lip curling, wolf-like.  “Do you?”

“No.”

He pushed his laptop and folders aside, drawing himself up, walking around the edge of the table, advancing on her.  “You’ve been pissy.  You want me to make you feel better?”

“You can’t,” she huffed; she wasn’t sure why.  She crossed her legs, her heel dangling off her foot.  She scowled up at him.  He was part of the problem; he couldn’t make her feel better.  Looking the way he looked.  Talking the way he talked.  She slouched further in her seat.  

“I bet I can.”

She eyed him.  “Oh?”

“Hmm,” it was his turn to murmur.  He reached up for his tie, loosening it.  He slipped his jacket off, neatly hanging it on an opposite chair and yanked off the tie.  He set it down over the jacket.  In his crisp black shirt and suspenders, he looked good enough to eat.  He smiled again, wolfish, and knelt in front of her.  He pushed her knees apart.  “I think I can.”

“Prove it,” she sneered.  

His fingers danced along her legs, reaching under her skirt.  He snapped her garters, the clasps stinging her bare skin.  She shivered but gave him no satisfaction.  He leaned down, kissing the inside of her calf, slowly stroking along the underside of her legs.  “You were like this last night too,” he murmured, his gray eyes fixed on hers, unblinking.  “Care to share?”

“No,” she pouted.  It was so stupid and she hated herself for feeling like such a foolish girl.  She sniffed at him.  “Are you going to get to it?”

“My, my, my, the dragon really is upset.”

“Put your tongue to good use then and stop talking.”

So he did.  It was never the same, she would give him that much, sliding in the chair as he teased her.  That tongue of his should come with a warning label, perhaps even a patent on it.  She needed to trademark it.  She wasn’t sure how he did it, his fingers tight on the insides of her thighs, holding her apart, one of her legs hiked up and resting on the table, the other over the arm of the chair, one heel off and the other scraping atop the glass tabletop.  She grabbed hold of her knee, for something to hold, to dig her fingers into, while her other hand clutched his curls.  She babbled in Valyrian, almost begging him, but staved off—he knew what those words meant, and she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.  

“Jon,” she exclaimed, when he edged off of her, she cried, tears trickling down the corners of her eyes, furious with herself.  He toyed with her, over and over, almost to the brink before he rocked back on his heels, licked his lips like the wolf finishing his dinner, and then dove back in again.  When his fingers joined, she couldn’t handle it, fucking his hand and riding at his face, almost slipping clear off the chair to the floor.

He moaned against her cunt, working her over, jaw moving as he suckled her clit and fucked her with his tongue, drinking up all her desire for him, and crooking his fingers along her silken walls, searching along the nerves for the ones that would send her flying.  He certainly did, her climax hard, brutal, and smothering out any sound she could make, her eyes clenched shut as she came.  

Then the tears came, but she didn’t know why.  She slipped right off the chair into his arms, sobbing against him.  “I hate you,” she mumbled into his shirt, wiping her eyes with the lapels.  “And I don’t know why, because I love you too.”

He gathered her in his arms, kissing her hair.  “I love you too, you’re just tired, come on.  You’re working too hard.”

She sniffed, attributing the strange mix of her emotions to that.  He helped her up, back into her shoes, her stockings shoved into the pocket of his suit jacket.  She leaned against him, her knees a little wobbly still.  “You proved it,” she mumbled, trying not to smile.  

He smirked.  “Thought I did.”

They left the conference room, Tyrion giving her a disgusted look, while Missandei just shook her head.  Her best friend walked with them, passing her a small shopping bag.  “I took the liberty of stopping at the drugstore and picking you up something…might make you feel better.”

“Thanks Missy.”  Dany didn’t think much of it, until they got home.  She wondered what it was.  Just some aspirin?  She opened the bag, staring into it, eyes wide.  Oh fuck.

Several minutes later, she stared at the object in her hand.  She smiled to herself, tears trickling down her face.  She hadn’t allowed herself to think it again.  Just in case…well…in case it happened again.  Why did they call this?  A rainbow baby, she thought with a watery smile, her hand pressing to her belly.  She took a deep breath and towed the test away, going to lay down.  She had to think about some things.  And they had a play to attend.

That night, after tucking Arry in, she went back to her room, Jon taking off his watch and sitting on the edge of the bed.  “She go down easy?  She was exhausted.”

“Hmm.”  She crawled across their big bed to him, kissing his shoulder, whispering.  “I love you.”

He smirked.  “Yeah?  What’d you say to me earlier?  Prove it.”

“Oh I think I can.”  She reached for the nightstand and took out the box, leaning over and dropping it into his hands.  

It took him a moment to realize what it was.  He whipped his head up, eyes wide, smile beaming.  “Really?”

“Really,” she giggled, pulling him down onto her.  “Now prove to your baby mama that you love me, Jon Snow.”

He laughed, kissing her hard.  “Oh I certainly will.”

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[mylovelies-docx]

Kid Krow - The Cut That Always Bleeds

A/N: Mwuhahahaha! I really like how this chapter turned out, so let me know what you think! [I expect to be yelled at -- BUT FOR GOOD REASONS this time. I promise ;) ]

A/N 2.0: Only two parts left! The last part (The Story) is just going to be a little epilogue and part 9.5 is a short drabble for Hux after the situation on Canto Bight. I just wanted something silly to lighten the mood of this story Lol

Chapter Warnings: Angst, Zorii making death threats, MUTUAL pining (fucking FINALLY), fluff (fucking FINALLY, again) -- just lots of emotions in general.

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Read it on AO3 here!

Taglist:  @maraudersandco​ @sociallyawkwardcircus-freak-hi​ @hkmultifandom​ @spider-starry​ @ashleykaiba​ @mayangel19​ @plxstic-rose​

Word Count: 4.4k

“You need to rest, Commander. You haven’t left her side since you brought her back.”

General Organa was standing at the door to your room in the medbay. She had stopped by under the guise of bringing another set of flowers to replace the ones that had lost their vivaciousness from the days before, but she was really there to check on you both. She had her hands folded in front of her and a kind look upon her face as she gazed upon the scene.

“It’s alright, General; I’m not tired,” Poe responded. He had dark circles under his eyes and his skin was sunken into his cheeks, directly contradicting his words. He was still in the same outfit the medics forced him into after bringing you home and he was still sat in the same chair he had pulled up when they finally left you alone.

“All I’m saying is that you don’t want to look the way you do when she sees you for the first time in nearly five years. Plus, you’re starting to get a smell.” Leia grinned at her comment, giving Poe a discerning look-over from top to bottom. Her expression changed to confirm that what she was seeing and smelling was not pleasant.

Poe crooked a worn out grin at her, glancing briefly away from your face. The General was right in that he could do with a thorough scrubbing, but you needed him here. He could feel it.

“It’s just… she’s been… She keeps going into spasms and crying out, and the only thing that seems to calm her down is me.” With this, Poe looks back to you and squeezes your left hand again for the thousandth time. His mother’s ring was warm where it rested on your finger and underneath his palm. 

The medics had unhooked you from everything except for fluids a couple of days ago, saying that you were out of the woods and only needed to rest. Poe just couldn’t bring himself to leave you when you could wake at any moment.

“I know,” Leia confided as she walked over to him. She placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve been keeping watch over the both of you when you pass out from exhaustion.” Leia looks at your joined hands and smiles softly. “I promise I’ll stay with her until you return. Go shower and grab some rations to bring back. I won’t even suggest a nap, because I know you won’t listen.” She pats him firmly, indicating that he needed to move.

“General…” Poe pleaded weakly.

“I’m not taking no for an answer, young man. Go.” Leia practically shoved him out of the chair and took up his spot with a satisfied smirk.

Poe was still holding your hand, but bent down to place a kiss to your knuckles before letting go.

“I’ll be back in a couple of minutes. Don’t get comfortable,” Poe warned, glaring good-naturedly at the general. He began walking backwards out of your room, reluctant to let you out of his site for even a moment.

“I’ll return your post to you when you get back,” Leia assured. When Poe was gone, she released a long sigh, staring at your still-bruised face. “I’m so sorry, little one.”

Leia placed her left hand where Poe had been clutching yours and her right hand on your forearm, stroking your skin softly. She began humming an Alderaanian lullaby she had grown up with and passed the time by focusing on your breathing.

***

Poe was walking towards your room in medbay after the fastest shower he could take and eating the few bites of food he could stomach without exacerbating the gnawing pit in his gut. BB-8 was rolling along beside him, excitedly beeping about how well the two of you would get along once you finally met. Poe gave his droid a sad smile, convinced that once you woke up you’d want him as far away from you as possible. After all, you hadn’t reached out after all these years.

But still. Poe had the chance to be near you again after so long and he wasn’t going to waste it. He was already jogging around corners with BB-8 hot on his heels, but the sight of the General standing outside of the medbay caused Poe to sprint the last few yards. His heart was in his throat and all the air was punched from his lungs at the thoughts of something having happened to you while he was gone.

Stupid. Stupid! I should have stayed, I should have been with her. Maker, if she died…

Poe’s thoughts were spiraling out of control as he tried to race past Leia, but she grabbed him by the arm and halted his progress.

“Calm down, son. Everything is alright. I was just giving her friend some time alone with her. We’re not the only ones who love (Y/N).” The General gave him a firm squeeze on his arm and a reassuring nod. “I just wanted to be here when you returned. But! I have a resistance to run, so I’m going to go now.” She released his arm and patted him on the chest, taking in a deep breath and straightening to her full height. With a last look back inside the medbay, Leia walked off.

Poe knew who was going to be in your room, and he was nervous. He hadn’t left the Spice Runners of Kijimi on the best of terms, so seeing Zorii again was going to take whatever sanity he had left. Their brief conversation before was so focused on your abduction that he hadn’t gotten the chance to apologize to Zorii. They had never technically ended whatever relationship they had, but they were both well aware that history and you were the only connections between them now.

Poe cautiously walked to your room, peeking in on the woman who had once been his lover. He noted her stiff posture as she stood beside your bed, hands clenched around the guardrails and quietly fuming.

“This is your fault,” Zorii murmured, having noticed Poe’s arrival. “If you hadn’t been an idiot and left things the way you did, she would be fine. She would be safe. Safe with me and Zalos and maybe someone she wouldn’t have to try so hard to forget.”

Zorii refused to take her eyes off of you and Poe never looked anywhere but you when he was in your room. The last week and your ups and downs since recovering you from Teck Terran had instilled in Poe a fear that if he looked away for too long you would disappear.

Poe moved to the foot of your bed and rested yet another blanket on your feet, afraid that they were cold and you had no way of telling him. You had often complained growing up that your feet and hands were always chilly and Poe had always been there to warm them up for you.

He hadn’t been there to do that these past few years and that broke his heart.

“I know,” Poe whispered, delicately smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles on the covers. 

He didn’t dare walk any closer to you or Zorii, ashamed of himself for his past actions and not wanting to upset Zorii by taking your hand as if he had the right to anymore. She would be furious to see how comfortable Poe had gotten with touching you once again.

Poe’s voice remained quiet with his next words.

“You probably already know how she feels, but I overheard what she told Terran when I went to rescue her. I know she hates me. I know she wishes I were dead. But I need to talk to her. Just once.”

Zorii jerked her head up, eyes flashing and nostrils flaring. “You’re the biggest nerfherder in the galaxy if you believe that,” she steamed. Zorii huffed out an angry laugh and crossed her arms. “I don’t care what you heard; she was saying whatever she needed to get out of that situation. Don’t take anything you heard her say back there to heart.”

Poe quickly glanced up, reading her expression to see if she was telling the truth. Zorii rolled her eyes nearly to the back of her head at Poe’s stupidity.

“You’ve known this girl your whole life; don’t act like a fight and five standard years between you changed who she is. You know damn well she could never want you dead,” Zorii explained, uncrossing her arms and bending at the waist to rest her palms flat on the mattress beside your arm. She was no longer looking at Poe or the ceiling, but staring intently at your peaceful face.

“She may have been beside herself with anger when you first left, but once she realized you were really gone and not coming back, she was just sad. She couldn’t believe that her best friend left her behind because he couldn’t get over the fact that she developed feelings for him.” Zorii shook her head back and forth, frustrated. “Maker. Even I’m still mad at you and I wasn’t nearly as invested as she was. Is. I’m not sure how she feels anymore since she refused to talk about you,” Zorii said flippantly.

Poe’s heart was quickly crumbling with every word Zorii spoke. He knew he messed up. Stars, did he know. But it tore him up inside to hear that you wouldn’t even talk about him. The years of pain your silence caused were almost preferable to the needle-sharp words that Zorii was driving through his chest.  

“I just- I thought I knew what I was doing. I thought I was helping her.” Poe’s voice was warbling, dangerously close to breaking. “I’m sorry,” Poe whispered for what felt like the millionth time to your sleeping figure. “I want to make it right. I want to come back to her.”

“You know what you’re doing when you’re coming back, so if you’re gonna leave you better leave. Better do it fast. Before she wakes up. Because if you break her heart again, I won’t hesitate to end you,” Zorii promised. The venom in her words and the conviction she put behind them only further proved to Poe that your friendship had solidified into a sisterhood that no one should dare underestimate. He was glad that you had a friend as protective and loyal as Zorii, and couldn’t help but feel that if he hadn’t left, you two never would have gotten as close as you now were.

“I don’t want to leave. Never again,” Poe professed quietly. He found himself walking around the side of your bed, opposite Zorii. He took up your left hand like he had done all week and gave it a quick kiss over his mother’s -- hopefully your -- ring. He settled back down into his chair and rested his forehead on top of your combined hands. “I need… I need to apologize. I need to tell her how stupid and selfish I was. That I love her, too…” Poe’s face was turned down towards the bed with his eyes closed, so he was unable to see you or Zorii. He was trying to keep her from seeing how vulnerable he was.

“If you’re not serious about this - about her - you need to figure it out quickly. I won’t let you make her your lover on a leash when you please. You had your chance. She deserves better than that. She deserves better than you,” Zorii warned.

Having finally spoken her piece, Zorii bent her elbows and placed a kiss on your cheek.

And gasped softly.

Zorii glanced quickly at Poe to see if he had noticed the change. His head was still bent forwards over your hand, so he was none the wiser. Zorii rose to her full height and straightened her jacket. 

“Let me know when she wants me back in here,” Zorii stated, marching quickly towards the door and closing it behind her.

Confused, Poe lifted his head and watched her go. He didn’t know what she meant by that. But before laying his head back down, Poe turned to check on you again and froze.

You were awake and looking right at him.

*****

You had technically been awake for a few days now -- or so you thought. Without your body cooperating with your mind, it was impossible to open your eyes and see the progression of a chronometer to tell you how long you had really been aware of your surroundings.

And aware of one particular surrounding, you had been. 

Poe’s constant touch -- whether it be his hand on yours, his hand on your hair, or his lips on your forehead -- was the one thing you could count on while you were lying immobile. It made your heart flutter and fracture all at once. You could no longer deny that what you had heard in your ‘dream’ had really happened or that what you had heard from Poe directly in this room was fiction, but that didn’t mean you believed him.

To say he loved you all along would be a blatant lie if he said it. You knew that Poe had only ever loved you in a platonic sense of the word when you had been together. After his departure, something must have made him reevaluate your lifetime of friendship and how he felt about you. But could he really come to the conclusion that he loved you romantically when he wouldn’t even be your friend when you tried to discuss how you felt years ago?

You were still immensely hurt by his actions, and even his apologies while he thought you were sleeping didn’t fix anything. And his lips on your skin certainly didn’t kiss the bruises on your heart until they were gone. They only seemed to darken them further, beating your heart to black and blue all over again.

And his mother’s ring on your finger only fueled the heartache. You had dreamed about that ring on your finger a million and one times throughout your life, hoping to one day call Poe yours. But that wish and all the others blew away like stardust in the wake of his departure. You had tried to stay angry at him for as long as you could, but realized you were only hiding your grief behind your fury. You’d never been able hold a grudge against anyone for a prolonged period of time, let alone the man you were in love with.

Now that Poe was in front of you, though, your anger returned. A steady blaze in the pit of your stomach and shining from your eyes.

Your voice was weak when you finally spoke, but it held a sharp edge. One that you hoped would knock the stunned look from his face. 

A face you had missed terribly, but you wouldn’t allow yourself to acknowledge the fact.

“You wanted to talk, so talk.”

You watched as the light in his eyes guttered out and his full bottom lip was caught up between his teeth. You knew that Poe had thought of every scenario for when you woke up, but he had held out hope that it wouldn’t start like it did. You could see the gears turning in his head, could see how he was trying to find a way to have this conversation now that you could talk back.

“(Y/N), I…” Poe looked down and shook his head, banishing the image of a sweet smile on your lips that he had been hoping for. When your eyes followed his line of sight, you realized that he was still holding your hand. You flexed your fingers to dislodge Poe, still too weak to jerk your hand away like you didn’t really want to wanted to do.

Poe’s face crumples just a little more, but he removes his hand like you wanted him to. You felt the loss of it acutely.

He was staring down at the now empty hand in his lap, afraid to look you in the eyes and see the anger and disappointment that was there. When he had found you on that moon - strapped down and bleeding out - all he had wanted in the entire universe was for you to open your eyes and look at him. Just so he knew you were alive. Just so he could look into the eyes of the woman he loved. 

Your eyelashes had fluttered for a brief moment and your lips had trembled, but he hadn’t been able to make anything out. It wasn’t until you were in his arms, cold all over but for the blood that pooled between you, that he finally heard your voice after five long years of silence. You had begged him to leave you behind, but he was damned if he’d let you go again.

That same feeling swelled within him now, that fierce determination to get you back and keep you close for as long as he could. He would respect your decision if you decided he wasn’t worth the trouble, but he had to try.

Poe takes a large, fortifying breath. Every line he had rehearsed for this moment seemed inadequate and trite, flowery words of affection that wouldn’t mean anything in the end. You could tell that whatever was going to come out of his mouth now was going to be straight from the heart. 

Watching Poe struggle for words was something new to you. You begged your own heart not to fall immediately back into loving him so easily when he looked up at you with a fire and determination you could feel against your skin.

“I’m sorry I hurt you,” he began. “I am so sorry that I was only looking out for myself and tried to make everything about me and how I felt. I should have listened to you. I should have tried to understand that the feelings you had were valid and real. Sorry that it was my own fault for not realizing sooner what we had. What we could have had if I had only appreciated you more. 

“When I left, I was stupid enough to believe you would follow me. Every decision I had ever made, you were always right there beside me. Right where I wanted you to be: right where I thought you’d always be. I hadn’t been alone in so long that I forgot what it was like not to have you in my life. We were inseparable ever since we were young - it was like, no matter what dumb choice I made, you’d always be there to encourage or chastise me regardless of how hurt you got because of it. 

“But then I made the one decision that hurt you too much for you to follow me anymore. One that nearly took you away from me forever. I tried to contact you so many times in those early days, waiting for you to answer like you always had. But as time went on, I finally understood that what I had done was unforgivable.

“I’ll never be able to apologize enough to make it up to you. But I want to try. Please. Please. (Y/N), I love you. I love you with my entire being. I need you like the air I breathe. I need you more than anything. I’ve lived a life without you in it and it was too much for me to bear. You make everything bright and exciting. You are the marker by which I measure the meaning of my life. I promise I could be anything you need. If you’ll just give me this one chance to come back into your life, to show you how much I love you, I won’t let you down again. I promise to never let you down again.”

Your anger was gone the moment Poe opened his mouth. The conviction in his words cut through your weakly assembled armor and punched the air from your lungs. Poe stared directly into your eyes through his entire apology, desperately willing you to believe him. To trust him again, and bring him back into the folds of your heart. 

As if he had ever left it.

The intensity in his gaze was eating away at you. You tilted your head back against your pillow, staring up at the tiled ceiling and blinking your eyes rapidly to prevent the tears gathered there from falling. But you were helpless against the artificial gravity of the ship, and the tears rolled down your cheeks in rivulets.

It was hard to breath around all the emotions lodged in your throat. One word from the man in front of you had you remembering what it felt like to be lying on that table beneath Teck’s sneer, begging the Maker to take you back in time to make everything right with Poe.

And now that he had rescued you from certain death and admitted to doing you wrong, you wanted him back more than anything. Because he was all the stars in the sky and the cause of every butterfly in your belly. If he thought he couldn’t live without you, how did he think you felt? 

But you had been in love with him for your entire life and lost him because of it.

You needed to make him understand that you couldn’t have him coming back only to leave when he figured out that he misinterpreted his feelings. Misinterpreted the loss of your friendship as a new-found love for you. If you could be friends again without the romance, would he find that his feelings for you weren’t ever real? Because you couldn’t handle being the kiss he didn’t need, the lie between his teeth every time he said he loved you only to have it mean nothing. 

If you got a taste of what being with Poe was really like, only for him to run away… you don’t think you would ever love again.

Unable to look at Poe with all of these feelings bubbling inside, you whispered your questions into the air above you. They filled the room with a taut thread that, once unraveled, would expose you for the liar you were. 

“And what if I don’t love you anymore? What if all these years helped me to realize that we should only ever be friends? Could you live with that? Would you stay with me anyway?”

Poe’s own tears fell from his eyes at that. He knew that whatever he said might not be enough, but it was something else altogether to hear it. Pure anguish seized his heart, making it nearly impossible to think of anything but the immense pain in his chest. 

He inhaled shakily and looked away from your crying visage, not even bothering to wipe away the trails his own tears were leaving behind. No matter if you didn’t love him anymore, he could never be without you again.

Poe plucked up the courage to answer you. He stood slowly from his chair and leaned over your bed, placing both of his hands on your wet cheeks and wiping away the tears he had caused.

“Whatever you need from me, princess, I’ll give it willingly. I’ll give you whatever part of me fits into your life now; and if that’s not my love anymore, then please let it be my friendship. I’m done denying my feelings for you, but I won’t force my love on you if you no longer want it. I’ll happily follow you to whatever end,” Poe murmured sweetly, cupping your cheeks and gazing at you as if you were the most precious thing in the universe to him.

Poe was preparing himself for a lifetime of unrequited love -- one such life that he had willingly thrust upon you years ago. He felt as if his love was too big to hold inside, but if that was what you needed then he would gladly carry it on his shoulders for the rest of his life and spare your heart the burden.

You closed your eyes at the onslaught of tears welling up and choked back a sob. After all the years of heartache and silence, everything was finally out in the open.

Almost everything.

Poe winced at your inability to look at him, and more tears slid out and down his unshaven jaw when he shut his eyes on the pain. It crushed his soul to know that his time as your love was likely up. 

He ever-so-gently placed a kiss on your forehead, allowing himself a fraction of a second to linger there and relish in the nearness of your body. His soft lips forced a gasp from your throat, and you could no longer restrain yourself. You lifted your arms from the bed and latched onto Poe with everything in you.

Your face moved into the crook of Poe’s neck and you were bawling years’ worth of longing into his collar. You felt Poe slide his hands from your face and gather you quickly into him, one hand cradling the back of your head and the other wrapping around your shoulders. He was holding you as tightly as he could, kissing your hair desperately and sobbing. 

The force of your combined emotions made Poe collapse against you. You were now both lying on the bed, grasping onto each other for dear life. Your face was snotty and wet, but you couldn’t keep yourself from pulling your head around and kissing Poe on the lips with every ounce of love you held within yourself for him. Poe returned your kiss just as fervently, his tears mixing with yours on your combined lips and tasting of the same hope you shared.

It was hard to keep your mouth off of him, but you needed to tell him how you had never stopped loving him. 

“You idiot. Of course I still love you, Poe. That will never change. I’ll always be yours. I’ll always love you. Please don’t leave me again.” Every sentence was punctuated with another messy kiss.

“I promise. I promise. I never should’ve left. You’re it for me, Princess. I love you,” Poe gasped between kisses.

“I love you,” -- “I love you.” 

The sloppy, tear-filled kiss was not what you had imagined your first kiss with Poe Dameron would be like, but it was the first kiss of the rest of your lives and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron #poe x reader #poe dameron/reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron/you #star wars #star wars fan fiction #sequel trilogy #Kid Krow (A Poe Dameron Story)

[renaxwrites]

basket boy || yamaguchi tadashi

Pairing | Yamaguchi x GN! reader

Genre | fluff

Summary | You never knew how valuable 10 dollars was...that is, until you scored a date with your crush.

a/n: You ever sit there and randomly get a flashback from a movie you’ve watched/book you’ve read a looong time ago, and have a sudden urge to rewatch/reread? Basically what happen to me lol, hence why I wrote this little drabble. Remember that basket boy scene from Flipped? I felt Tadashi was perfect for this one <3

You found myself obsessing over the Basket Boy auction. Which lead to further thoughts about your crush Yamaguchi. Recently it was discovered him, along with the other volleyball first-years, had made this year’s First-Year Basket Boys list. Sure, seeing his name on the list sent your heart in a flutter, but why should you participate? The Basket Boys is something that’s literally selling these boys off, good intentions or not! As much as you daydreamed about sharing good food and conversations with the boy, it just isn’t right.

On the morning of the auction, you were on edge. You found yourself, without even knowing how it happened, staring at your allowance. You often helped your neighbors with pet-sitting whenever needed, but you didn’t think bonding with cats and dogs would come back to bite you. But alas! You conjured up a strategy. It was simple: if you left you money at home, you’d leave temptation with it.

But it was easier said than done. The second you step out of your house, you ran into your neighbor.

“Y/n! Y/n!! I’m so sorry it took me this long to get this to you, but thank you for helping me with the watching my feisty pooch again last week. Here you go!”

“It’s okay, I don’t need it! I was glad to help.”

After a few minutes of polite bartering, she gently forces the money into your hand and waves you off, bidding you a safe trip to school.

So much for that strategy, then.

As if it couldn’t get any more complicated, a couple of fellow classmates came up to you in a frenzy. “Is it true you’re going to bid? Someone saw you with a wad of cash this morning! How much do you have??” they pushed teasingly.

“It’s none of your business, and I’m not bidding anyway. The construct of having a people auction is just unfair.” You simply end it at that.

You find your seat next to your best friend, who eases you with an encouraging smile. You laugh at their reasoning of enjoying the auction, which was solely for the purpose of ditching class for a while.

A teacher gives a boisterous welcome to everyone to the assembly, then brings out the lineup of the Basket Boys.

Your mind was set on being firm on your no-bidding decision, but your heart said another. You claimed you didn’t care, yet seeing Yamaguchi walk out on the stage in his jacket and tie, holding his picnic basket, set your heart thumping ablaze.

And before you knew it, Yamaguchi’s number was called. But you weren’t worried. He was genuine and kind, so you were sure there would be several bidders!

“Yamaguchi is a member of the Karasuno Volleyball Club, and his hobbies include computer coding whenever he isn’t playing in volleyball matches. Alright! Who’ll give me ten dollars?”

Silence.

You look around in confusion. It didn’t make sense! Yamaguchi was genuine to everyone, yet there was a cutthroat bidding was over the tsundere Tsukishima and Kageyama not even five minutes ago?! And they didn’t even look like they wanted to be here!

You turn to your friend and whisper-shout, “Why isn’t anyone bidding, he’s so nice!”

“Exactly. Right now girls are only into guys who aren’t into them. Some logic right?” She explains sarcastically.

After another minute passes with no bids, you see Yamaguchi shrink a bit, shy and defeated. Well, not on your watch!

“Ten dollars,” you raise your hand.

“Sold!”

You were about to mentally scold yourself for giving into your temptation, but stop as you see Yamaguchi’s reaction. As soon as he saw it was you who bid, he was instantly rejuvenated in some confidence, along with sporting a deep blush.

Once the auction came to a close, the Basket Boys and their dates were ushered into a fancier room, where the dining would take place.

You sit across from your date. A beat of silence goes by, comfortable and awkward at the same time.

“I want to thank you for bidding on me...You didn’t have to you know. Not that I don’t enjoy your company or anything! You’re amazing! Argh, I mean, I know you probably did because you felt bad or something...” Tadashi utters as he finds interest in fiddling with his tie.

“No, I wanted to. This will be fun!”

You take a minute to revel in the delicious picnic he brought, which was the silent component of opportunity to strike up a conversation.

“So, I hear you’ve got a killer serve...what is it called? A ‘float serve’? Sorry, I don’t know the exact term!” You admit.

“Yeah! Me and an alum have been working on it. I’m not exactly the best at it yet, but I think I’ve definitely improved from the first time I tried it.” He instantly lights up, going into depth of his progress from the past few months.

The longer he talked about his passion, the more you swore you saw the stars in his eyes. He waved his hands around to showcase some technique he used. You never knew it was possible to fall for someone even more, just based on their mannerisms.

“Sorry! I’m going on too much about myself. What about you?”

You jolted out of your thoughts, just in time for him not to notice you were staring. On beat, you start sharing stories on how you care for several neigbors’ pets, making sure to highlight your how much you love doing it. You end up throwing in a few funny stories, succeeding in getting Yamaguchi to let loose and laugh.

“Moral of the story, I’ll never wear anything shiny around that cat again. Lesson learned!” you chuckle.

“Hey, well at least you survived! You’re amazing at what you do,” he replies in awe.

“The way I see it, we all have our own ways to shine. You with volleyball and computing, me with animals. We’re different, but in unique ways,” you take another sip of your drink.

“So cute...”

You look up. “I’m sorry?”

In one second, Yamaguchi went from endearingly staring at you, cheek resting on palm, to thumping his forehead on the edge of the table.

“Did you really hear that?” Thump. “I didn’t mean to say that...” Thump. “Not that you’re not cute or anything! I just- ugh, you probably think I’m weird now.” Thump.

You were in shock, alright. Your crush thinks you’re cute? You silently thank the heavens above while pondering how to respond without freaking him out.

“Well, if we’re basing the term ‘weird’ on that statement, then I guess I’m weird too.”

He bashfully peeks at you from the edge of the table. “What do you mean, y/n?”

Now it was your turn to blush. “I...think you’re cute too, Tadashi.”

After a few minutes of tiptoeing around the situation, the two of you discover your feelings for the other. By the time it was announced the dates were over, you and Yamaguchi walked out, with linked pinkies.

You giddily look at him and admit, “Best ten dollars I’ve ever spent.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!! imagines #yamaguchi tadashi #tadashi yamaguchi #yamaguchi tadashi x reader #yamaguchi x reader #tadashi x reader #yamaguchi tadashi imagines #yamaguchi imagine #yamaguchi tadashi fluff #yamaguchi fluff #rena imagines

[strongsassysexysloane]

Fifth Day of Twelve - A Perfectly Captured Memory

Well well well this is the most commitment I've had to something in a while. You're welcome LOL.

Click below to read previous days drabbles

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The snow had really come down over night but you didn't mind. You had gloves now to keep your hands nice and toasty. Even though it was now the weekend in most people's lives, to you, it was just another work day which meant no sleep in whatsoever.

The office was empty when you arrived, typical for a weekend and it was only 0630. You had been up far too early thinking about anything but what gift you would receive today. At least trying to think about anything else. Failing miserably. That was at 0500 and when you saw the snow piled up on the rim of your bedroom window you decided to go in early just in case there was traffic. Had nothing to do with possibly catching the gift giver in the act.

Alas when your eyes found your desk it had something extra sitting beside your phone that definitely wasn't there when you left last night. Unfortunately the potted plant had to go yesterday because it started to smell not so nice.

Once you dropped your backpack underneath, you picked up the photo frame and smiled at the cute family photo inside. It was of the team at Jimmy's birthday party this year. A half decent one before half of you got absolutely sloshed. You were part of that half and so was the woman with her arm curled around your waist, holding you close, her head resting against yours. You of course, had a stupid overly tipsy grin spread across your face. The more.you looked at the photo the more the memory flooded your mind, the taste of bourbon, the warm touch and tight hold of Jack Sloane.

Most days you could keep your emotions under control but that night, the alcohol let them free, just a little. There was dancing, one slow song but you were both too drunk for it to mean anything. You ran your finger over the frame with a smile. His party was so long ago.

That night made it difficult to hold those emotions in check after, you'd tried so hard for the past year putting those feelings for her aside. Someone had pointed out that maybe the failed dates were because no one matched up and that was partly true. No one could but you didn't know how they could match up when you weren't ever a thing to begin with. Oh, how you prayed this was all from her.

You knew Jack was attracted to females, Izzy was easy to get information out of once she was tipsy. Izzy stopped by a few months back to share information on a case much to Jack's dismay but this time she charmed you into drinks. Only for her to get more information on Jack's dating life but in return you got some back story on Jack as well. She, of course, wasn't around to be angry at either of you until the following morning because Izzy had sent her a drunken voicemail.

She was more mad at Izzy for blabbing and curious towards you about why you were so inquisitive. You deflected like you usually did and for once Jack let up.

That was you and Jack. A friendship with questions attached. You knew Jack had asked questions about you a while back. You knew because you'd overhead her talking to Ellie in the ladies room a couple months after you'd joined. It wasn't anything about the job, it was all personal. Ellie had asked you out for Saturday night drinks with her and Nick, everyone else had plans but that didn't stop Jack from getting all the information she wanted. After that you avoided going out with Ellie for a while, it wasn't until she figured it out and promised things would stay between the two of you, that you decided to go drinking with them again. You didn't mind sharing, you just preferred when the person wanting to know asked you face to face which you knew was entirely hypocrital on your part.

Why she didn't ask you or why you couldn't ask her was frustrating. They weren't overly intrusive questions, just getting to know a person's life a bit more. She just made you nervous for some reason.

You almost dropped the photo frame when the elevator doors dinged. It was Gibbs arriving for the day with a cup of coffee in his hand. He frowned at your shocked face and you gave him a one shoulder shrug in response. "Morning."

" 'morning. Another present?"

His question caught you off guard. "Umm..yeah."

"Only gets annoyin' when they harp on about it." He offered a reason to your questioning look. "Got a photo?" He stopped at your desk and looked down at the frame.

You picked it up and faced it towards him. It was a simple light wooden frame with a meaningful picture. "Even has you smiling."

"Might 'ave somethin' to do with the good bourbon Palmer had on tab." He smirked, placing it back down on your desk.

You chuckled. "Was good bourbon." So good that Jimmy didn't realise how many people drank it until he got the bill.

Gibbs nodded and took a swig of his coffee. "Any ideas yet?"

You raised a brow at his follow up but his dead stare just made you chuckle more. "No. I dont-" You didn't want to sound stupid. It seemed like a silly reason.

"Want to ruin the surprise." He nodded and walked over to his desk. It sounded ok when he said it.

"Yeah."

There was silence between you after that. You followed up with the call directory of the victims brother you were working on last night. Praying to find something to go with the no alibi he had for the time of the murder. They were estranged however only lived twenty minutes apart and something in his answers seemed off. Off according to Gibbs and Jack which was something. He just seemed unpleasant when you and Gibbs picked him up yesterday.

The team started to arrive just after and to no one's surprise Ellie was the only one to notice or comment about the frame on your desk. She soon dropped the subject when Jack came whizzing in.

"Guess where I'm jetting off to in a few hours?!" She beamed, bouncing on the balls of her feet with your added enthusiasm.

"Where Jack?" All three of you said in deadpan unison and Gibbs smirked as Jack rolled her eyes. "I don't care if you aren't interested. I'm going to New Orleans." She raised her arms in victory. "It's been so long."

You could tell by her slightly open mouth and glowing eyes that she was thinking about food. "What's first on the menu?"

She laughed and looked down at you. "Depends. I'm going to help Dwayne on a case. He asked for me specifically and Vance actually agreed. So it may be his gumbo or a restaurant between the airport and the office." She shrugged really not caring which option it would be, just that she knew it would be good food.

"Mmmm I can smell it all, already." Ellie hums. She visited the NOLA office earlier in the year, side trip when she went home for a week to Oklahoma. Tammy and Sebastian had finally convinced her to come down for a weekend with the promise of Dwayne's signature dish. She didn't care what it was, she was sold.

"You might need to bring her back something." Nick smirked at Ellie's poked tongue.

"I might just do that."

"Thank you Jack." They both grinned at each other. Ellie was known for her love of food but Jack was a close second in your book.

"Have fun, remember there's a case to solve inbetween food." You smiled wider when she rolled her eyes.

That's when the thought clicked, if Jack wasn't here then you'd finally know if it was her or not. She couldn't surprise you with gifts if she wasn't here and she wouldn't dare tell anyone else it's her.

"Thank you, Y/n. Gibbs, I've got those profiles you asked for yesterday. Follow me." She motioned with her gloved hand for him to join her to her office and he obliged.

She left the office not long after and left Gibbs with another possible lead for the case.

"Grab your gear."

. . . .

Tonight consisted of drinking eggnog, watching Christmas movies while making Gingerbread houses with my roommate. Twas fun. Feeling very festive. Hop everyone has a good weekend!

#ncis reader insert #ncis #ncis fanfic #ellie bishop #tim mcgee #nick torres #jack sloane #jack sloane x reader #ncis 12 days of christmas

[omg-imagine]

⊱ Drabble #6 ⊰

Pairing: Jack Traven x Reader

Prompts:

28- “Don’t tell me what to do.”

37- “Who did this? Who hurt you?”

38- “I love you, not him.”

39- “Am I not good enough?” / “I’m not good enough.”

Words: 1.7k (I should stop calling these drabbles lol)

Warnings: Angst, mention of alcohol

A/N:  This was a bit challenging because there were four prompts requested but I did try my best. Hope you enjoy and have a great weekend!

Requested by Anon ♡

Business at your usual dive bar was slow this evening. It was quiet and nearly empty, perfect for your plan to drink yourself to oblivion. A tune faintly playing in the background, a single shot of whiskey was merely not enough for tonight, so you ordered a second and then a third. Now on your fourth glass, the alcohol’s bitter taste had slowly faded, but the amber liquid continued to burn down your throat. You didn’t mind too much, however. You loved the feeling of it and how it blurred reality into nothingness, dulling the ache spreading in your chest for a little while.

The hours passed without notice as you thought about anything other than what you had endured earlier. The pain was still fresh, hurting deeply and immensely like a sharp knife stabbed straight through you caused by another failed relationship. Aware of the real reason for its deterioration, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was how the rest of your life would be. You were too afraid to face the truth of the situation and lose the one person that meant everything to you, who had you search for happiness in others but with no success.

Knocking back your fifth shot swiftly, the bartender shook his head when you ordered a sixth, aggravating you slightly. You wanted to keep drinking to forget, to give yourself peace of mind knowing that you would have to pretend the next time you encounter Jack. You hated lying to him, but aside from revealing your feelings, there was nothing more that you could do. You were quite certain that he didn’t love you the way you loved him, and at this point, you would rather lie to save your friendship with Jack.

As you sat in front of the counter, a finger mindlessly tracing the rim of your glass, the door to the establishment opened. Back turned towards the entrance, you didn’t glance up until you felt a large palm coming to rest on your shoulder, a gentle squeeze following afterwards. Shifting your head, you caught the concerning gaze of Jack who stood there behind you. His kind chocolate orbs darted from the empty shot in your hand to your glazed eyes, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned, words slurring as they left your tongue.

“I’ve been trying to call you all night, but you never picked up. I had a weird feeling that you might be here, so I dropped by to check,” Jack explained, his hand grasping your glass to take it away from you when he realized you’ve surpassed your usual limit. Any more beyond that meant something was incredibly wrong. “You have to stop drinking. You’re going to regret it in the morning.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” your response was curt and cold. Jack was just trying to help, but you were angry. Not because of him, of course. Instead, you were angry with yourself for falling in love with him. “I’m fine, Jack. Really, I’m fine.”

“It sure as hell looks like you’re not,” he retorted, arms crossing on his chest. “Come on, Y/N. What’s the matter?”

Licking your lips, you remained silent, your focus switching from Jack to the hardwood floors beneath his shoes. You couldn’t look at his face as the tears were already pooling in the corner of your eyes. One glance his way, and you were sure to break down in front of him.

“Did something happen at work?” Jack asked to which you shook your head in response. “Then what is it?”

“Not something, but someone,” you muttered underneath your breath, hoping that your voice wasn’t loud enough to be heard. The alcohol fogging your mind urged you to reveal your secrets, yet there was still a small part of you that was sober enough to prevent it from happening.

Jack’s shoulders seemed to sag as he moved to sit on the empty stool beside you. Features softening at the sight of your despair, his hands reached over the counter to hold yours. His worrisome stare did not waver as you sought comfort in his touch. “Who did this? Who hurt you?”

“David and I...we—I broke up with him.”

“Oh.” It was all Jack could say, his eyes flickering away slightly as if he’s trying to process the news. Ever since you told him about your now ex, he had been completely ecstatic for you. David was a great guy, treating you with all the care in the world. During the five months you were together, you thought that he was the one to break the spell, the one who could convince you that love was possible with somebody other than Jack.

“Yeah,” you softly voiced, still avoiding his gaze.

“Why?”

Jack’s query was simple, but the honest answer was too complicated to explain. The mere fact was this—David wasn’t Jack. Jack was your best friend, the man who held your heart, even if he didn’t know it yet. No matter how handsome or how charming David was, he could never compare to him. He couldn’t make you feel special the way Jack did, and you could never love him the way you loved Jack.

And once you accepted that, you ended the relationship, not wanting to string the poor man along when your heart was set on someone else.

“It wasn’t working out,” you tautly replied, shrugging.

Solemn, Jack smoothly ran the pad of his thumb on the back of your hand, almost reassuringly. “I-I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It was bound to happen,” you blurted out, which piqued Jack’s curiosity, causing him to probe further.

“Why would you say that?”

You froze, not knowing what to say next. Jack was quick to notice your sudden uneasiness and how guarded you were at this very moment. It was unlike you to act this way, and it was quite alarming for him to witness your current behavior.

“Y/N,” he whispered low, bringing a finger under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. Pools of warm brown locked with your glistening eyes, searching for the secret you kept deep within. “You can tell me anything. You used to tell me everything, but lately, you’ve been so distant.”

Deeply exhaling, you couldn’t stop the words falling from your lips. The walls you had built to shield yourself started to crumble the longer Jack silently pleaded with you. He deserved to know the truth, even if it meant risking another heartbreak, this being the worst of them all.

“I love you, Jack,” you finally revealed, the weight on your shoulders seemingly disappearing. “I love you, not him.”

Jack paused, and your heart started pounding and beating faster. His expression was nameless, giving you no indication of what thoughts were forming inside his head. Panic quickly setting in, you suddenly pushed yourself off the seat. In haste, you tossed a couple of bills on the counter before dashing out of the door, leaving Jack bewildered. 

Greeted by the cool, midnight LA air, you fished out your phone from your purse as the salty tears blurred your vision. You were too distracted to notice the bar entrance nearby opening and closing, failing to even hear the sound of your name being called from behind.

“Just wait a sec, Y/N,” Jack breathed out, snatching the phone from your hands before you could call a cab. “You didn’t let me speak back there.”

“It’s because I know what you’re going to say,” you responded, trying to control your faltering voice. “You’re going to tell me that we should stick to being friends because you don’t see me as anything other than that.”

A deafening silence filled the tension-charged atmosphere, only for it to break when Jack released a chuckle in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

“Yes,” you nodded, taking a few steps backwards but he kept inching closer. “I’m not good enough, Jack. Look at me, I’m a mess. I can’t even keep a steady relationship since I’m too hung up on you. It’s been years, and I still can’t get past the fact that we will never be more.”

Quiet yet sympathetic, Jack towered over you, placing his hands gently on your shoulders before wrapping you in a tight embrace. Your eyes fluttered shut as you buried your head in his chest, staining his shirt with your wet tears. For a while, he held you dearly, whispering soothing words into your ear to calm you down.

“You should have told me sooner,” Jack remarked, pulling back slightly as a tender smile parted his rosy lips. “It would’ve saved you money and tears tonight.”

You arched a brow at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s better if I show you.”

Breath hitched in your throat, the space between you and Jack became thinner as he leaned in close, letting his lips meet yours in a soft kiss. It felt as though you were floating, unsure whether this was part of a strange hallucination created by your alcohol-ridden brain. But as Jack tilted his head, deepening the kiss that made your skin shiver in both pleasure and thrill, you finally believed that this just had to be real.

“That was…” you trailed off, unable to find the right words at that second. The only thing that you could do was allow a smile to break through your lips.

“Perfect,” Jack finished, his eyes brimming with adoration. “You’re perfect.”

“Really?” you beamed, your past insecurities fading and replaced with utter joy.

“Of course,” he nodded, still surrounding you with his warmth. “I’ve been in love with you for so long, Y/N. You have no idea.”

You swore you could feel your heart flutter at Jack’s revelation, his wide grin making your knees buckle and you would have collapsed if it weren’t for the hands around your waist holding you steady. Sighing in content, you quickly stole a kiss from Jack, relishing the way his lips felt on yours. Who knew it would be better than you had imagined?

“I love you too,” you returned softly afterwards, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck, taking in the divine smell that was simply him.

With one last kiss to your lips, Jack’s hand then intertwined with yours. “It’s getting late, I’ll take you home.”

“Okay,” you agreed, smiling brightly as the two of you began strolling down the sidewalk towards the parking lot.

What started out as a dreary night ended on a rather sweet note. A new beginning for you and Jack had unfolded, ready to explore once daylight arrived the following morning.

And you couldn’t wait to see what the universe had in store.

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Request: 63 and 84 from the writing prompts + Renjun if you have the time♥️♥️♥️♥️ 😊

63. “What do you mean? It’s exciting!”

84. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

A/N: !! thank you for requesting !! and, oops, I got a little carried away (drabbles are not supposed to be 2k words long,,)

Word Count: 2.0k

Genre: fluff, horror (?)

Warnings: kinda spooky ig? there’s ghosts lol

“No. No, no, no, a thousand times no.”

“Come on, Y/N. For me?” The puppy eyes and slight pout Renjun gives you has you making a pained face, like he’s shooting arrows straight into your heart, because that is basically what he’s doing. Huang Renjun is not the type to act cute and he is not the type to beg, so on the rare occasion that he tries to suck up to you to try to get you to do something you really don’t want to do, it hurts in the best way. Even as his girlfriend, you rarely see this side of him.

“Injun, it’ll be cold and dangerous and-”

“Please? It’s my birthday.”

“Not until the end of the month!”

“Y/N,” he says, straightening up and turning serious, “I’ll go alone if you don’t come with me.” “...I hate you.”

That’s how you find yourself walking up to what is supposedly a haunted house at midnight with Renjun. As the most superstitious person you’ve ever met, his excitement is on the complete opposite level of yours. He even managed to sneak away without his manager noticing.

“I hate this. I hate this so much,” you grumble to yourself, arms crossed tightly over your chest.

“What do you mean? It’s exciting!” Renjun says, hopping the crumbling stone fence surrounding the creaking, decrepit building. He offers you a hand to help you over, but you ignore him, stubbornly climbing after him. As you get closer to the building, you shiver. Did the temperature drop a couple degrees, or is that just you? He stops in front of the door with you just behind him. He glances back. “Ready?”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” you say. He offers you a sorry-but-not-sorry smile, extending his hand for you to take again, but you frown in response. With a sigh, he reaches out, opening the door. The door gives no resistance, opening with a quiet click before it glides open much too smoothly for an old, worn-down house. A type of resounding silence seems to come from the house, an empty blackness that bids you to step inside. All you can see from your position in the doorway is the outline of stairs, a hallway, and a few pieces of furniture farther in, almost indistinguishable in the dark. It feels wrong being here. However, before you can voice your concerns, Renjun is stepping inside and the door is starting to close behind him. Terrified out of your wits, you quickly follow him. The door shuts. Your breath fogs in the air, but you can barely see it because of how dark it is. Trying to shake off the bad feeling you have, you try to fill the void with your voice, but your question comes out far more timid than you had intended. “Did you at least bring flashlights?”

He digs around in the small bag he brought before producing two flashlights, handing you one. You flick it on as quickly as possible, revealing that the room is covered in dust and cobwebs. To your relief, you don’t see any live spiders because of the season, but spiders are also the least of your worries right now. “Alright,” Renjun says, seeming much too unbothered by the situation, “let’s explore.”

“Why are you so relaxed? Aren’t you the one who believes in ghosts?” You trail after him, watching for floorboards that could trip you up and noting the peeling wallpaper. The flashlight you have in your hand doesn’t illuminate nearly as much as you would have liked.

“That’s exactly why! I’ve never experienced ghost activity for myself, so I wanted to go somewhere that’s confirmed haunted.” He stops, turning towards you. “I heard… that a burglar broke into this house and suffocated the man who lived here. I’ll spare you more details. But! Then, too stricken by grief, the wife killed herself. Both of their spirits supposedly wander the building to this day.” On an ordinary day, you would’ve scoffed at his story. Now, the combined atmosphere of the house and the way he looks far too certain at the tale’s truth makes you bite your tongue and shiver. He turns around, continuing to walk.

“So, are we… looking for one of these ghosts, then?”

“Yeah, or both if we’re lucky.”

Suddenly, from behind Renjun, there’s a clattering sound from deeper in the house and you jump, instantly moving forward to cling to his arm. You ignore the smug look he gives you, opting to just squeeze his hand tightly. “That doesn’t sound so lucky to me,” you whisper. The air is too still.

“It’ll be okay. Come on, let’s go look.” Your boyfriend’s hand in yours is the only thing keeping you grounded right now, a piece of warmth in the cold, scary house. You walk forward slowly, only moving at all because Renjun is pulling you.

“I’ll never understand why you didn’t bring Chenle or Jaemin or, hell, even Mark, instead of me,” you whisper, worried about disturbing the air around you.

He frowns, glancing back at you. “Because I like you more than any of them? You wouldn’t catch me holding any of their hands right now.” Despite yourself, you find your cheeks heating up at his comment. You know that’s his way of showing affection - and you couldn’t love it more. You’ve found that even the smallest things about him fill you to the brim with adoration, even in this dark, terrifying house. Just as you’re about to make a comment back, the hallway you’re in comes to an end and you see what used to be a living room of sorts, old couches, chairs, and a table spread throughout. There are stacks of boxes here and there, as if someone was only half done with packing up the room before they left. On one wall, there’s a fireplace and a painting of a man and woman together hanging above the mantle. Layers of paint are barely clinging to the canvas in places and the color is faded from years of disrepair, giving it an eerie look. Renjun approaches it, trying to get a better look, and you follow, one hand still in his and the other firmly grasping your flashlight, standing next to one of the two couches that rests perpendicular to the fireplace. “Wow,” Renjun breathes, staring at the painting, “that must be them. They were so young.”

“Yeah. That’s… kind of sad.” For the second time since entering the house, the feeling of crippling fear leaves you entirely. You imagine a cleaner, brighter house, with sunlight coming in through windows that are now firmly shuttered. There’s a young man and woman unloading boxes into their new house, where they’re to spend their lives together. They’re laughing and smiling, holding hands much like you and Renjun are right now. You blink and the image is gone and you’re just looking up at an old, peeling painting in a dark room that no light has touched for a long while. “Renjun,” you say, “I think we should leave.”

“I want to look around just a little more, I-” He starts, also tearing his gaze away from the painting and beginning to turn around. You feel him stiffen next to you, so you turn around as well. There, in the next room over, is a glowing man. At least, he seems to be glowing, as his clothes and what skin you can see of his appearance is a chalky white. A sack of some sort covers his head and there’s a baseball bat in his hand, all that same white.

Your heart practically stops in your chest. You wish you hadn’t come here. You wish-

Renjun takes a step forward, in the direction of the ghost. You barely have time to think before you feel a hand on your ankle, trying to pull you to the ground. Whipping your head around, you meet eyes with a woman, that same glowing white, her hand wrapped around your ankle. In her eyes, you see your death. Her ghostly nails dig into your skin, drawing blood, and you yank your ankle out of her grasp, screaming and stumbling into Renjun. “Renjun, run!”

When he sees what you see and the beads of blood starting to form around your ankle, the grip he has on your hand gets impossibly tight and he starts to move, backtracking towards the hallway you had come from, pushing you to run in front of him. You run faster than you had ever run in your life down that long, dark hallway, your blood rushing in your ears, until you and Renjun are ramming straight into something in the parlor you had entered the building through. You both fall, screaming as you do, and shutting your eyes tight.

You realize your throat isn’t being torn out and your limbs are all still intact, so you cautiously open your eyes, seeing that a third body is on the floor with you. Renjun seems to do the same thing at the same time as you and he sits up, looking at the person. “Mark-hyung?”

Mark is on the floor with you, cursing under his breath. “What the hell? Why are you guys running?”

“I… there… we…” You try to say, but you just can’t find the words, your heart practically beating out of your throat. Mark slowly stands up.

“Why are you here?” Renjun asks, starting to get up. You press a hand to your chest, wanting to just curl up and cry, so he offers you a hand. You take it, getting to your feet. You glance behind you, unsure if anything is following you.

“Our manager is looking for Haechan and, apparently, I’m in charge of finding him. He told me he was coming here to “mess with some idiots” yesterday, but I didn’t expect you guys to be here. A haunted house is a little bit of a weird place to have a date.” The new information slowly sinks in and the pieces start to connect. You and Renjun meet eyes before looking back down the hallway. “What?” Mark asks.

A moment later, you hear some very familiar laughter. The three of you fall silent as the sound gets closer until, finally, Donghyuck, Jaemin, and Chenle step out from the hallway and into your flashlight beams. Jaemin is covered in what, at a closer look, seems to be white body paint, and he has a painted baseball bat and sack of some sort in his hands.

“Would you say we got you guys?” Donghyuck says, way too proud of how successful his prank was.

Renjun responds before you can. “I’m going to murder all of you.”

“Please don’t kill me, it was their idea!” Chenle says in quick Chinese to Renjun, who just crosses his arms.

“Hey, you can’t get out of this by speaking Chinese!” Jaemin says, nudging Chenle a little too hard to be considered gentle.

As the boys bicker, Mark just looking on in confusion, your adrenaline starts to slow down, making you realize that your ankle is throbbing. Looking down, little drops of blood are dripping down your skin and into your sock, dying the material red. Reaching down, you wipe at the blood, wincing when it hurts even more. The boys start to quiet down, so you look up, furrowing your brows at them. “Which of you guys grabbed my ankle? It really hurts.”

They look at each other, appearing just as confused as you. “We didn’t grab you? We just did this stuff.” Jaemin raises the items in his hand and the other two nod in agreement.

“Then, who was…”

From deeper in the house, a woman’s tortured shriek rises in the air, the sound resonating deep in your bones. Renjun’s first instinct is to grab your hand again and pull you closer.

“Huang Renjun, you owe me the best present ever when it’s my birthday,” you whisper, shrinking next to him.

None of you spend much longer in that house.

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