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luvangelbreak · 2 months

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Deprived | Seventeen

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: smut (sorry I'm addicted now), oral (fem!receiving), slight overstimulation, mentions of abuse (domestic), swearing, mentions of drugs (weed) word count: 3.1k a/n: this one is an emotional rollercoaster yall i apologise

pov: layla

“Go straight to my room. I’ll be there in a sec,” Matt whispered as he opened the front door. With a curt nod and wobbly feet, I bolted upstairs to his room and closed the door behind me.

I heard murmurs of voice downstairs and I sighed, pulling away from the door as I kicked my shoes off. The pulse between my legs hadn’t subsided and groaned, flopping back onto Matt’s bed.

My pants felt uncomfortable around my legs, the warmth of their heater making me start to sweat with the hoodie and jeans on. I decided I would take my pants off and hide under the covers till Matt was able to give me some shorts to wear.

I slid under the silky covers, mind racing with only thoughts of him as I moved my legs around, the material feeling smooth on my bare skin. The door swung open making me jump before I realised it was Matt and he closed the door behind him, locking it before turning to look at me.

“The second time you’ve been at my house and you act like you own the place already,” he teased with a smile and I shrugged, eyes heavy as I looked at him. The last of the sun was shining through his bedroom window, allowing enough light for me to see him perfectly.

“Not my fault you have a comfy bed,” I retorted as he shook his head, throwing his keys on his desk before walking over to me.

“My parents will kill me if they find out you’re high,” his tone shifted to slightly more concerned and I let my face drop, feeling bad that I was putting him through this.

“I’m sorry. I can go home,” I sat up, guilt flooding my body as his face softened before he shook his head.

“I told them you didn’t feel good and your dad wasn’t home so they won’t disturb us. Just don’t go downstairs till they fall asleep,” he answered before leaning forward, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear as my worried gaze softened again.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered apologetically as my eyes fell to his lips before scanning his face.

“I’m glad you called me,” he smiled, leaning forward and placing a kiss on my forehead. I smiled up at him before his eyes landed on my lap and I hadn’t realised the covers had slid forward from his movements, “Why aren’t you wearing pants?”

“My jeans were uncomfortable,” I whined, throwing my head back into the pillows and he smirked down at me.

“Do u want pants?” he asked and I shook my head, my eyes meeting his lips again.

“We’re just staying in here right?” I asked, sitting back up again as he hummed in response and I smiled at him, “Then there’s no need for pants.”

“Are you just trying to entice me right now?” he asked, a glimmer of teasing in his eyes and I gasped dramatically, throwing a hand to my chest.

“How dare you accuse me of such a thing?” I let my jaw drop and he smiled at me as he shook his head. I leaned forward, placing a kiss on his lips before mumbling, “But yes I am. Are you done being a morally right man?”

“You’re making it very hard to be one,” he whispered against my lips and I smiled, sliding the covers off of myself fully before I moved to straddle his waist, sliding my arms around his shoulders as the heat spread across my body. I trailed my lips from his, down his jawline to the spot on his neck that I sucked and bit in the car.

“Come on,” I enticed him further as I let one of my hands tangle in his hair, the other travelling down his clothes torso as his breathing quickened, “Have some fun, pretty boy.”

“Layls," he breathed hesitantly and I pursed my lips, pulling back to look at his face, "I'm not gonna fuck you right now."

"You don't have to," I leaned forward pressing a kiss to his lips, "There are lots of other options though."

"Fuck it," he mumbled, lifting me off of his lap and throwing me onto the bed with a thump as I let out a huff from the impact. He slid his hoodie over his head, discarding it on the floor aimlessly and I didn't even have a moment to register his torso before he grabbed my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the bed as he stood between them. He leaned down, placing a feverish kiss against my lips before he travelled down my neck and I sighed in content.

"Matt," I breathed out and he paused his movements, placing a hand over my mouth as he hooked his other hand under the waistband of my underwear.

"Can you stay quiet, pretty girl?" he whispered, a smirk plastered on his face and his sudden confidence had my thighs squeezing around his legs. I nodded, pursing my lips under his hand as I shifted my hips impatiently. He lifted his hand off of my mouth, still trailing his soft fingertips on the waistband of my underwear.

"Please," I whispered, grabbing his wrist that was near my underwear as he chuckled at me, dipping his head into my neck and biting across it making me let out a heavy sigh.

"So cute," he mumbled against my skin before dipping his hand under the waistband, a finger running against my core making me clench my jaw to stay quiet, "You make a sound and I stop."

"Fuck," I whispered, his dominance turning me on more than I expected. My mind was swirled as I trained my eyes on the ceiling, trying to focus on not making sounds as his fingers trailed circled around my clit bringing me pure ecstasy. As he continued his assault on my neck, he dipped a single finger into my pussy causing me to grip his wrist tightly to help myself not cry out in pleasure.

"You're doing so good, baby," he breathed against my neck heavily and I sighed, the praise making me want to moan loudly even more, "I know, pretty girl, I know."

"Matt," I whispered through gritted teeth and he hummed against my neck as he added another finger inside me as I gasped. My high was making it feel even more heavenly as his finger slid in and out of me at the perfect pace, his palm nudging my clit in the process as I gripped his wrist tightly, "Please."

"What do you want, baby?" he asked quietly against my skin before pulling up, looking at me with dilated pupils.

"I want your mouth. Please," I begged, rutting against his hand even more and he smirked down at me. Without another word, he pulled his fingers out of me making me whine from the loss of contact. It felt like he was moving at the speed of light and my brain couldn't keep up as he pulled my underwear off my legs. He grabbed my ankles as he knelt down on the floor, placing my thighs on his shoulders and he kissed along the sensitive skin.

He ran his tongue along my now dripping-wet slit and I let out a whine at the sensation, my senses being heightened to an extent I hadn't felt before because of the strain of weed. I felt the sting of a hand on my thigh before I looked down at him and he had hard eyes, scolding me for making a sound. I pursed my lips, my eyes half apologetic and half begging him to continue.

He continued holding my gaze as he wrapped his lips around the sensitive nub as I let out a heavy breath, my hand flying to his hair as my back arched at the sensation. As he swirled his tongue around me, the feeling of the knot in my stomach quickly rose as I panted into the air, convincing myself not to make a sound internally. He hummed against me as I let out a whimper, another slap to my thigh making me look down at him again and he kept his eyes trained on mine.

I admired everything about him, focusing my mind on anything but the feeling he was giving me with only his mouth as to not make a sound. I gripped his hair tightly, threading my fingers through the curls as I kept my eyes on his with my mouth hung open as pants left my mouth. I watched as his jaw clenched from his focus on giving me pleasure and his lips pressed around my soft skin, his blue eyes illuminated by the slither of sunlight peering through the bedroom window. His arms gripped my twitching thighs tightly as his fingers dug into my flesh and I sighed, feeling my climax approaching easily.

“I’m gonna-” I breathed out quickly before my back arched impossibly further off of the bed and I tugged on his hair, my high hitting me quicker than I anticipated. My legs shook on either side of his head, my heels digging into his back as he worked his mouth around me through my climax. I threw a hand over my mouth, whining into my palm from the overstimulation as he continued lapping up my wetness, “Matt!”

I squeaked out, pushing his head away as he pressed further into me as I gasped. He dragged out my orgasm as long as he could, gripping onto my thighs tightly as I squirmed in his grip, attempting to push his head away slightly but I didn’t put enough force because it felt too good to stop. When I finally decided I couldn’t take anymore, he noticed my change in body language and pulled away from me, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of my thigh as his hands unravelled from around my thighs and trailed up to my waist, giving my hips a gentle squeeze.

He caught his breath, looking up at me with heavy eyes as my wetness dripped from his mouth. He licked his lips before wiping his face with the back of his hand before I flopped my head back down on the bed. He slid my legs off of his shoulders, crawling over me and placing his hands on either side of my head.

“You okay, pretty girl?” he whispered as I peered up at him with heavy eyes and a dopey smile. I nodded lazily as he smiled down at me, “I wasn’t too harsh?”

“Nope,” I said popping the P as I sighed, wrapping my heavy legs around him as I pulled him down onto me, “Do you want me to-”

“It’s okay,” he whispered, pushing my hair out of my face before tucking it behind my ear as I wrapped my arms around his neck, “I just wanted it to be about you.”

“Are you sure?” I tilted my head, a small frown on my face as he continued smiling at me and nodding.

“Positive, baby,” he leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on my lips as I melted into his touch again. I instinctively rutted my hips into his before he trailed his hand down, pushing my waist against the bed, “Slow down there cowgirl.”

“Habit,” I shrugged with a cheeky smile and he shook his head. He pulled away from me and my face fell at the loss of contact before he picked up my underwear from the floor, gently sliding them onto my legs before I lifted my hips up to help him.

“You need anything?” he asked, leaning his hands on my bare thighs as I leaned back on my elbows.

“You,” I answered quickly and he chuckled before nodding. He climbed over to the side of the bed where it was pressed against the wall and I crawled under the covers beside him, laying my head on his chest as the fuzzy feeling in my brain subsided. The affects of my orgasm wore off as well as the weed as I listened to his steady heartbeat, his hand laying on my back as he traced circles on my skin that was exposed from the hoodie riding up.

“Can I ask you something?” Matt’s raspy voice broke the silence and I looked up at him, nodding gently before he sighed, his face serious as he looked down at me, “What uh- what really happened with your mom? I only know from rumours and I don’t know what to believe at that fuckin school.”

My breath caught in my throat at the mention of my mother and I avoided his gaze, looking down at his lips instead, “What have you heard?”

“A lot of different things. That she passed, she ran away, she got kidnapped,” he explained quietly, his voice full of hesitation as I sighed, laying my head back down on his head before he continued, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to overstep. I was just curious but if you don’t wanna talk about it I understand.”

He rambled on and I could feel the sympathy radiating off of him as I pursed my lips. I let my arm wrap around his torso as I stayed silent for a moment, pulling him closer to me.

“I was nine,” I whispered and I heard his breathing falter for a moment, before attempting to relax again, “I was talking to my sister on emails with my moms help when my dad came into the room. He started yelling and throwing shit everywhere, tell us we were stupid to talk to someone who doesn’t care about us.”

“Oh,” he whispered almost inaudibly and I inhaled sharply, remembering the day clearly as if it were yesterday.

“He hit me for the first time ever that night. He would always hit my mom but she said if he ever tried to hurt me she would call the police. That wasn’t true though because he beat her so badly that night that she didn’t leave the house for a week. I was so terrified of him from then on,” I explained weakly, not daring to look up at him as I spoke, pressing my cheek to his chest for comfort as he continued running his fingers along my back in silence, “I woke up a week later to a note on my bedside table from her. She said that she was leaving but she would be back for me when she knew it was safe enough for her. But she never came back.”

I chewed my bottom lip, my throat beginning to close as Matt sighed, holding me tighter against him as he whispered, “I’m so sorry, Layls.”

“I get it. I didn’t at the time, I hated her for leaving me behind but I know if she took me with her he would’ve found her and tried to get her locked up for kidnapping. Probably would’ve killed her if he was that angry,” I shrugged, tears springing to my eyes, “I just wish that she did come back, ya know? I spent the next 3 years looking out the front window every day just waiting for her to come help me but she just never did.”

I took a breath, a few tears slipping out of my eyes which I quickly wiped with the sleeve of my hoodie, embarrassed that I was crying in front of him, “I always understood why my sister left and never came back. By the time she would’ve been able to help me I was already old enough. But I just wanted my mom sometimes.”

My face was now set in a deep frown and I felt Matt’s lips press against the top of my head, his arm squeezing me against him as he mumbled, “I’m sorry, baby. I had no idea.”

“I just miss her,” I let more tears fall from my eyes, pulling him impossibly closer as the wetness traveled down my cheeks, landing on the skin of his chest as I didn’t dare look up at him.

“I know, baby. I know,” he mumbled against my hair comfortingly as he ran his hand up and down my back to soothe me, “It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, quickly wiping my tears away as I sniffled, attempting to steady my breathing.

“Hey,” he said softly as his hand landed under my chin, pulling my face toward his. I looked up at him with teary eyes and I bit my lip to swallow the sadness, “Don’t you dare apologise. I’m here for you, pretty girl. Always.”

“I just hate crying in front of people. It makes me feel weak,” I whispered as a few more tears rolled down my face and he swiped his thumb across my cheeks to rid of them making me close my eyes from his gentle touch.

“You aren’t weak for having emotions. I don’t want you to ever feel like you can’t express whatever you’re feeling around me,” he whispered, placing a delicate kiss on my forehead as I sighed, taking in a shaky breath before I opened my eyes again to look up at him.

“One minute I’m begging you to fuck me. Next thing you know I’m crying about my mother,” I snickered at the ridiculousness of the situation as his face broke out in a gentle smile, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“You keep me on my toes,” he chuckled, his chest vibrating under my chin as I smiled up at him.

“Thank you,” I whispered, reaching up to cradle his jaw with my hand as I ran my nails along the scruff of his cheeks.

“For what?” he asked quietly, a smile still resting on his lips as he wrapped both of his arms around my back.

“You’re the first person who’s ever made me feel safe,” I admitted, my voice shaking at the vulnerability I wasn’t adjusted to yet.

“Selfishly,” he began saying as his hand trailed under my hoodie and pressed against the warm skin of my back again, “I’m glad I can be the one to make you feel that way.”

“Selfishly,” I whispered as I leaned forward, my nose brushing against his, “I’m glad too.”

I leaned forward, a gentle kiss being held between us in a moment of pure intimacy, no external factors interrupting the moment of peace. I pulled away from the softness of his lips, a smile breaking through my lips as I gazed up at him.

This boy will be the death of me.

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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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staying in

Author’s Note: feeling cheesy and silly and lazy. ☺️😝🥱

staying in

Hashira x Reader, Kamaboko x Reader

Word Count: ~900

CW: mild sexual content

Song Inspo: Low Key by Russell Dickerson

~faqs~

An evening in consists of…

… almost getting scammed by an astrology website with Zenitsu, before finally agreeing that the free version is fine, and who believes in astrology anyway? Clearly, you’re made for each other (despite there being some ~areas of conflict between your charts).

… board games with Inosuke until one of you rage quits, and the other has to convince them to: stop sulking in the bathroom, and play again. Who rage quits usually depends on the game, and you’re much better at goading him into another round than he is at bribing you.

… a quiet stroll out with Gyomei, so not exactly staying in, but still more peaceful and mindful than going to a bar or attending an event. He compares your presence to the radiant fullness of the moon, and you tuck a fallen flower behind his ear. “How do you know what the moon feels like?” He doesn’t quite know how to explain gentle, mystical tug of moonrise, so he settles for, “I can feel you, and that is more than enough.”

… cleaning and redecorating Kaburamura’s cage with Obanai. It’s a little gross, and a lot of a fun. From teasing him for his obvious doting, “Does Kaburamura really need six donut cozies?” to being flat out rejected, “Sooo that’s a no to body painting? It’s safe for humans! How could it not be safe for snakes?” You end up falling asleep as he dutifully photographs Kaburamura curled up on your shoulder #guess I’ll finish cleaning by myself.

… doing Tanjirou’s make up, and him doing yours. If you don’t own any make up, then you go on a field trip (minimal budget). You randomly pick themes (old fashioned via “from a hat” or modern via “app for raffle draw”), set a time limit, and then send photos of your final looks to your Hashira + Kamaboko group chat to decide on a winner.

… making the most outlandish cocktails (or mocktails) you can think of with Mitsuri. They have to be intricate, original, AND taste delicious (~just okay suffices too), or you put on a pair of socks. By the end of the evening, you’re drunk (or sugar high) as heck, and have at least four pairs of socks on.

… a project with Shinobu. Whether that’s tackling a Lego set, making candles, or deep cleaning a specific room (likely the kitchen or bathroom), the laughter is ever constant, frustration to be expected, and resulting pride and excitement at the final product a worthy reward — not to mention the way she kisses you afterward! *happy sigh*

… cooking with Kyojuro #bet you didn’t see that coming #sarcasm intended teehee. Sometimes it’s complicated, hours long endeavors; other times it’s spaghetti; and there’s always take out if your fancy Huntsman pie doesn’t go to plan. He’s almost unbearably efficient when it comes to cooking tidily, and chops vegetables so quickly that you just marvel at how his fingers are intact.

… watching a movie with Sanemi. This includes: ~arguing over which movie to watch for a solid hour (give or take), another twenty minutes for snack prep, and another half an hour to spontaneously design and build a pillow fort (for the optimal movie watching experience, of course). Even when it’s a movie he swears he despises, he’ll still stay awake through the whole damn thing because it matters to you, and you matter to him.

… creating scavenger hunts for each other with Muichiro. You roll dice to determine who gets to claim which room(s) and in what order, set up your hunts, and then hunt (duh)! Winner gets to choose dinner (or dessert if you already ate dinner), and loser gets to cook aforementioned dinner (or dessert). You usually win, but he notices when you begin making his clues easier, and promptly informs you that he’d rather lose honestly than win on Easy Mode. “Your happy noises whenever I feed you are prize enough for me.”

… planning your future with Giyuu. It’s easy to get caught up in the mayhem of Life™, so evenings in are a grounding, intimate opportunity to reconnect and recenter with him. From cuddling on the couch to dancing in the kitchen to watching the moon’s traverse through your favorite window, you discuss current stressors, recent successes, and your gratitude for each other. It may seem simple, but it’s the little things that fit most snugly in your hearts. “Where do you see us in a year? Five years? A decade?” you ask. His answer remains constant: “Together.”

… reading with Tengen. He’ll read to you, or you to him; you’ll share a book, or the couch, or the bed; and you alternate who gets up to brew more tea. If you prefer audio books, then he’ll occasionally eavesdrop, and when it’s your turn to be on tea duty, you more often than not return to a cute sticky note (with dramatic commentary regarding the chapter you’re on) bookmarking your page.

#hashira x reader #kamaboko #preferences #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #zenitsu x reader #inosuke x reader #gyomei x reader #obanai x reader #tanjiro x reader #mitsuri x reader #shinobu x reader #kyojuro x reader #sanemi x reader #muichiro x reader #giyuu x reader #tengen x reader

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christinarowie332 · 5 months

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Where words fail, music speaks.

chris sturniolo x reader .

guitar chris (kinda)

warnings: suggestive . language . shortish

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a small smile makes my way onto my face as i hear the muffled strum of guitar strings . my eyes flick away from my phone , squinting at the noise , trying to pick out the melody . a slower version , and slightly off key , but i know it anywhere . babydoll by dom fike . still stuck on that damn song chris ? i peel my body from the sofa , making my way down stairs to chris’s room . as i peek my head through the door , i’m happy to see chris playing the instrument i haven’t saw him with for years . i snap a video of him secretly, before his head lifts up , his tongue still poking out his mouth from concentration. i smile at him as he meets my eyes , a smile that is reciprocated ten folds by a teethy , tongue still out smile as he stops strumming .

“why’d you stop?” i say frowning and making my way into his room , slumping my body next to his on his bed . he angles his body towards mine and tucks one under the other , dropping the acoustic guitar to his lap.

“don’t do well with an audience” he replies, a smile still plastered on his soft features . he brings a hand to my face and tucks a stand of hair behind my ear , his cold and rough fingers from strumming making contact with my neck momentarily. making my breath hitch and sweat ball on my palms .

it was obvious to everybody but myself and chris , that our feelings were more then friendly. he was sweet , and attractive. he always thought of me first and always could read me like a book , he was funny , attentive , soft . it would be hard for any girl not to be head over heels for him . but i became friends with nick first .meeting matt then chris . already having a dynamic with two brothers would be awkward if i started dating the other , so i pushed the thought away. i blaimed my quickening heartbeat on anxiety , my need for his voice and small lingering touches on simple attachment. he was my friend . my closest , very attractive, friend .

“what made u start playing again?” i ask , tilting my head and allowing a small smile to grow onto my features . watching his face contort in thought , his lips puckering slightly as he bites the side of his cheek.

“not sure , found it in the garage and thought i’d see how much i remembered.” he answers shrugging his shoulders. “not much clearly” he adds matching my smile , a thin line as he huffs a laugh from his nose .

“hey! it sounded good chris , play it again. it’s babydoll right ?” i placed a hand to his knee as i spoke , leaning forward to get comfortable on his unmade bed , matching his stance with a leg tucked under the other . chris’s face softens slightly , his lips relax , letting his lips detach from one another as his smile grows , his teeth flashing as his perfect grin makes its way into his face . “who got you into dom huh?” he asks sarcastically, nodding his head upwards as his tongue rolls out his mouth, licking his upward turned bottom lip as he waits for my answer .

“just some kid , really annoying, kept forcing me to play it in my car so eventually i ended up with it stuck in my fucking head” i reply , matching his sarcasm rolling my eyes in dramatics . i feel my cheeks ache from how much i’m smiling. it feels like all i do around christopher is smile . it’s a constant i can always count on , happiness whenever i’m with him . a cold rush makes it’s way into my spine as the nostalgic thoughts of high school runs through my mind . late night drives , falling asleep on his shoulder on his parents sofa . waking up to a blanket draped over my body and a pillow substituted for the warm boy i fell into comforting slumber on .

“y/n?you okay?” im forced out of my thoughts by chris’s words , along with his fingers snapping in my face . i meet his worried face ,eyes never once leaving mine . i inhale a sharp breath and bring myself back into the room , smelling his shampoo and cologne as the cold air hits my nose . “yeah sorry just zoned out a little, stop changing the subject! play!”

he smiles and rolls his eyes at my words , allas bringing the guitar neck up to his chest , placing his fingers over the strings before strumming a chord with the other hand. my face scrunches up at the noise , i can hear what he’s trying to play but something sounds off . “gimme it” i say reaching out for the wooden object , he hands it me with confusion laced in his features . i place the guitar in my lap and grab a tuning peg between my fingers , moving it as i strum the string attached , listening for the right tone . there it is.

“youre playing it right , it was just out of tune chris” i look to him after i finish my sentence, finding his eyes already my face , on my lips . his eyes flick back up to mine as he notices i saw him staring , i gulp as i feel the tension growing slightly. “chris-“ i whisper before the guitar in my lap is moved to the side , the palm of his hand lightly grazing my cheek as his lips attach onto mine . allmost immediately i kiss him back , getting onto my knees and pushing my body onto his as his back meets the mattress. his hands push my hair behind my ears , the cold air kissing my neck at the removal of warmth . i disconnect the kiss to situate myself oh his lap , he leans forward and placing his hands on my back pulling me back into him to reattach our lips again .

my back arches as my body lifts from his lap , the kiss growing heavy with want . no .need . he obviously feels it too as his tongue roams my mouth relentlessly , and his hands following suit , trailing my body hungrily. he finds a place for them on my hips , gripping them as they’re lifted with my moving , my body aching for closeness .

this is a new side of each other neither of us want to forget . and never will

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the ex music student in me wrote this .

bye .

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i love you all sm 🤍

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sylvies-chen · 12 days

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sweet nothing sleeping

summary: lucy has never been so happy to have fallen in love as she is when she’s falling asleep

pairing: tim bradford/lucy chen

word count: short??? i wrote this on notes app don’t ask me to count

warnings: none

a/n: this was written at *many* a 2am but it was my coping mechanism for the chenford breakup so there will be nothing but fluff and happiness here!! but also sorry in advance for any typos. written for my @morganupstead who gave me this idea ages ago and I just took forever to write it LOL

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cause they said the end is coming

everyone’s up to something

I find myself running home to your

sweet nothings

She’s had a long day.

The list of grievances wracked up in a single shift has been nothing short of astounding. For example: a man no less than an hour into her first stretch of patrol who puked on her. A bar fight gone horribly wrong, and he was drunk out of his mind so when she showed up at the tail end of a swift punch to the drunkard’s gut then… well, you can figure out the rest. Then another man threatened to sue her and the entire LAPD Mid Wilshire division because he refused to be told by a woman to stop ejaculating in public. Nothing but insufferable misdemeanours one after the other, without end. The robbery homicide tailing the end of her shift was the worst. Lucy doesn’t know what’s more horrible: how violent the young married couple’s death was, or how her first thought was that she wished she could have been the detective on a flashy case like this. Knowing she was even capable of putting her career before her compassion and duty left her gutted.

It leaves her now with a bitter aftertaste of guilt and shame. That coupled with the exhaustion and ridicule of her other calls makes for a particularly dreadful combination. Normally she can see Tim in passing and vent to him about things, but he’d been stuck in some new Metro training program all day. Updated protocol or tactical practice, or whatever they wanted to call it. Based on the state she sees Tim in at the end of one of those days, she’d call it something more akin to torture. It also means she had no support system throughout the day whatsoever apart from Nolan’s typical words of encouragement, which were swell but never substantive.

Since Tamara’s moved out, things have been lonely too. She misses her old roommate. If nothing else, at the end of the day Lucy still had a young and vulnerable kid she had to feed and house and clothe. Cooking for them always felt like a backup ritual, a healing sort of constancy, and that’s gone too.

So she heads to Tim’s. Her foot feels like lead on the gas, pushing down hard and inching dangerously closer to speeding the closer she gets to his place. It’s like her heart can feel the distance closing and misses him even more, the weight of her bad day crushing her heart and leaving spider fractures. A magnetic pull is always at its strongest the minute before contact, after all.

For the most part, Lucy’s been able to hold it together. She’s kept things professional, never complained, held her head high. And even as she trembles with anticipation as she knocks on the door, there’s a part of her refusing to let go of that facade.

She knocks at the door, but there’s no answer. Three louder knocks after a minute of waiting, and still nothing. Only after a third round of knocking does she think to use the spare key he’d given her last month.

“Hi,” Lucy calls out as she enters his place. No immediate response, but that’s no matter. She puts the keys down in his key bowl and hangs up her jacket.

The sound of nails skidding against the floor alert her only seconds in advance to Kojo’s presence. He runs up to her full speed but comes to a screeching halt when he reaches her. With his tail still waving fervently, he tries to sit down. (Tim’s trained him to understand that petting and general affection from guests is contingent upon his very handsome sitting.)

“Kojo! Hey there buddy,” she greets him with a soft laugh, like an old friend. Lucy knows by now, even having owned him once, to scratch him behind his ears. The gesture earns her a right good lick from chin to cheek on the left side of her face.

“Yeah, you’re a good boy, aren’t you? You’re a good boy,” she tells him as she keeps petting him. “Now where’s our Tim?”

She looks around half expecting Tim to appear in the hallway, but no sign of him is to be seen anywhere, save for the sound of his television from the next room. Football. Figures.

“Alright, Sir Kojo, King of the Canines,” she declares, patting him on the head and gently urging him forward by the collar, “let’s see what your dad’s watching.”

The two of them make their way to the family room to see what he’s up to. For a football game, Lucy’s already surprised that he isn’t shouting at the TV and jumping up and down like he normally does.

When she enters the room though, she doesn’t see him watching sports. Instead, she sees a passed-out Tim on the couch, snoring in his Rams jersey, remote loosely balanced in his hand. She tilts her head, curiously soaking in the scene.

She should have expected this. He’s been working as hard as she has lately. Though she isn’t entirely sure as to why, he’s been taking on extra shifts and doing double overtime these past two weeks. God knows he didn’t have the steam for a full game of football. Tack on her unexpected company, and she’s sure she’ll tire him out even more.

But the look of him. The television emits a soft glow that flashes hues of green and blue across his stubbled cheekbones. His head hangs back completely crooked on the headrest, and with the positioning of his arms, Tim’s posed like a dramatic renaissance painting. She can’t help but let out a soft giggle under her breath, and then silences into the brightest of smiles she can give after a day like hers, because nothing about this is funny anymore.

Even drooling, his mere presence soothes her. Lying there, entirely disarmed and peaceful. The world and all its troubles just melt away, dissolve in her mind until only a faint trace of what remains lingers like dust. It’s a beautiful haze Lucy can get stuck in, just standing there and watching him. The tight corners of his mouth, his eyes shut gently, the curve of his neck, the way his hair’s a little shorter right now.

Oh hell. Who is she to disrupt him anyways.

She tiptoes over to the couch and carefully extracts the remote from his hand. Turning the television off to avoid more light and sound will definitely help him sleep. Whether Tim’s asleep or awake, it doesn’t matter. Lucy always sleeps better when she’s next to him.

What doesn’t help Tim sleep, apparently, is Kojo. Having followed Lucy into the room, though she will defend him ferociously and say his heart is in the right place, Kojo makes a beeline for the couch and starts pulling at Tim’s jeans with his sharp canine teeth.

“No! No, Kojo! Bad Kojo, stay back,” she pleads in a whisper pushed out through gritted teeth.

Kojo seems to only get more excited— a sort of escalation which Lucy saw all too frequently in her calls from today. Tim jolts awake almost immediately.

“What the-“ he sits up and pulls his jeans away from Kojo, but then looks up at Lucy, still hovering over him guilty as ever. “Lucy?”

“Sorry.” She winces, finally shooing Kojo away enough to give them more space. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I was trying to put a blanket over you but Kojo got excited.”

“It’s okay,” he assures her, though he’s still rubbing at his eyes. Lucy’s almost certain he’s still half asleep and hasn’t registered the whole situation before him. “I gave you a key for a reason. What are you doing here?”

“I��” She tries to explain it rationally to him, to go through each bad happening chronologically, to compartmentalize. But then, his voice. His sweet, low, milky, humming voice like the pulse of a heart being soothed into a slower rhythm. It’s so steady, so calm. Something about hearing it unlocks a valve within her. She cracks, as she knew she would when she decided to come, and before she knows it she’s crying.

“Hey, hey,” Tim hushes gently, immediately sitting up. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Oh nothing,” she sobs. “I just had a crappy day. I got puked on and yelled at and all this nonsense which I can normally handle but I don’t even know why I’m… why I’m…”

“Don’t question it too much,” he tells her. “Just let it out.”

“Okay.”

And so she does. For a little bit, she just cries. Surprisingly, it’s not sad. The world isn’t ending, nothing is going to go wrong. There is no other shoe about to drop, no real heartbreak, no evil around. These tears are but a release, and there’s a safety to them.

Once she’s done, she wipes at her tears with her sleeves and sniffles.

“Better?”

“Better,” she says, and can really mean it, genuine smile and all. “Thanks.”

“You never have to thank me.”

She nods, but switches the subject. “You never told me how you’re Metro seminar went today.”

“Eh, it was alright,” he says. “Apart from being exhausted and sore all over, of course. We’ve got some new recruits who are… eager.”

She looks at him with loving suspicion. “You went full Tim 1.0 on them, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” he admits with a big huff of relief. “I ran through the drills and protocol updates 36 times because they couldn’t get it right. I didn’t have the heart to just demote them from my team.”

“Tim Bradford not having the heart for a tough love moment? Who are you?” She teases. “Where was this energy 6 years ago?”

“Waiting for you to come along and change it, I guess,” he sighs wistfully. “Always just waiting for you.”

“You’ve gone soft, Sergeant Bradford.” She shakes her head. “People will talk.”

“Let them.”

He pulls her in for a kiss, and it only deepens for a moment, then plateauing into a pleasant and chaste hum before release. His arms pull her into his side and her head finds that perfect spot on his chest to nestle into.

The sigh she lets out is almost a song. “This feels good, being here with you. Feeling at peace.”

“Just wait for it.”

“Huh?”

Lucy doesn’t know how Tim saw this coming, but before even asking she’s given an answer. Kojo jumps up onto the couch and steps on Lucy’s lap to lick her and Tim all over their tired, sweaty faces.

“Argh! Kojo, off!” She squeals, though not so gravely that she can’t laugh in the process. Eventually, with enough shooing, Kojo calms down. He doesn’t leave the couch, but lies down next to them, choosing to rest his head on her lap and make happy little sighs.

“Told you.”

“How did you know he would do that?”

Tim shrugs. “He’s happier when you’re around. Like me.”

Lucy smiles, even when pushing Kojo off of them. “I love you.”

Tim doesn’t respond. Too much time passes. A beat, and then another. She gets worried.

“Tim?”

“Oh so you weren’t talking to the dog then?”

She giggles and smacks him playfully across the chest with the back of her hand. “No! Well I do love him, but he drools. And you’re—“

“Human?”

“The love of my life.”

She watches the ripple of those words dance across his face. Tim smiles, his cheeks turning all shades of pink and red. Though he doesn’t seem scared off by her comment, the surprise of it still shows in his raised eyebrows and subsequent lines in his forehead. The way his head tilts, like he can’t quite believe it. But, above all else, the love in his eyes. And that way he’s looking at her now… sometimes she thinks that’s what life’s all about.

“I know I don’t have to be yours,” she continues. “You know, having been married before and all, but—“

“Don’t think for a second you aren’t,” he lets out, almost like the words couldn’t contain themselves. “You are.”

“Good.” Her turn now: the ridiculous blushing, the smile, the love in her eyes. So much joy.

So much fatigue too though. Being around him, getting to decompress like this, it’s making her crash fast. She yawns, and Tim yawns in subconscious response, and out of his own fatigue.

“I should get going,” Lucy tells him, though her face is still nestled into his sweater and has no intention of leaving. “I really only came over to feel some comfort and decompress but I didn’t bring a change of clothes or anything.”

“Mmm,” he groans in disapproval of the idea. “Stay for a bit.”

“No. No, I’ve… gotta…” She sucks in a deep breath, Tim’s woody scent catching onto her nose. Her eyes flutter and her muscles start to release their tension as the hand which isn’t sprawled across Tim’s chest starts to massage the spot behind Kojo’s ear.

“Oh, maybe just a few minutes…” she tells him hesitantly. “But keep me talking, I don’t want to fall asleep.”

“Ok. What about the rest of your day? You never finished telling me all the things that had you so upset.”

“Well it started when the air conditioning in the shop nearly exploded on me, and then I immediately took my first call at this dive bar before I could get it fixed. But oh, you won’t believe what this one guy did…”

Lucy goes on and on, her eyes growing heavy and her voice growing layers of drowsy rasp, fighting sleep to tell all her stories of woe. The drunkards, the sexist pigs, the violence. Part of her registers Tim’s lack of response or reaction as she tells her stories. Time passes. She talks, and he listens.

“I think it’s better not to dwell on it though,” she concludes eventually. “I’ve felt all I can feel about it for one day. And anyways I… I can barely remember my own anguish now. It feels so far aw—“

She looks up to see him passed out, his breathing a low rumble that threatens snoring. The soft fur under her other hand feels alarmingly still as well, until she looks to the other side and sees Kojo sleeping on her lap.

So much for leaving. She supposes that’s exactly how she wants things anyway. The heartbeats of these two precious boys at the tips of her fingers, nestled right next to hers. Giving her strength, steadying her scattered mind. Under these dim lights and warm blankets and beloved company, she wouldn’t dare move a muscle.

“Oh hell, who was I kidding,” she whispers to him. “I was always going to end up here anyways. With you.”

She rests her head on his chest once more. The last thing she remembers is the rise and fall of Tim’s chest against her hand and the feel of Kojo’s soft fur against her other.

This isn’t a big moment. No fireworks, no heartfelt confessions, no twirls or kisses in the rain. But even as the day ends and the lights go out, she feels love where it dwells best: in a quiet room. And it remains that Lucy has never been so happy to have fallen in love as she is when she’s falling asleep.

#the rookie #chenford #abby writes #lucy chen #tim bradford #kojo #lucy x tim #tim x lucy #chenford fanfic

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amazing grace - psh (m)

part of the church boy series.

summary: you’re spending the summer at home after finishing school and you somehow get dragged into handling the baby nursery at church for the next two months. the only thing sweeter than the babies is your co-worker, park seonghwa.

word count: 10k

warnings: smut! i tried my best to keep language gender neutral but afab!reader and smutty smut smut. some language. little slow burn-y? breeding kink a little bit? sorry. oral (f receiving) and uhhh unprotected sex pls don’t do that! and a lil gagging. lmk if i need to tag anything else. mostly unedited also!

“okay, i know i said i needed a transition job, but this is not what i meant,” you tell your mother, who just explained “the best idea” to you.

basically, she wants you to move back home for the summer and babysit all the kids from your church. some of these kids were made by classmates and friends of yours, and this feels like a slight dig by your mom that you haven’t made any grand-babies yet. she said the pay was decent, and the job is yours if you’re willing to live back at home for a month or two while you wait for your connections to finesse a job for you.

“c’mon, y/n, you’d be really good at it,” your mom insists. “i always thought you’d be a great teacher, so this can be a way for you to try it out.”

“i don’t know mom,” you say. “this just doesn’t align with the plan i had for myself.”

“well i know that,” your mom scoffs. “i’m just saying...if nothing better comes along....:

“i’ll consider it,” you assure her, putting her at ease for the time being. she moves on to complaining about some family drama, and you start to zone out, catching yourself thinking about how bad the nursery job really would be.

that following sunday, you wake up to your phone ringing. it’s still early, and it’s the weekend, so you decide to ignore it and try to fall back asleep. the buzzing stops and your room is quiet for a moment before you feel another vibration alerting you of a voicemail. worried that it could be something about a job opportunity, you grab your phone and play the voicemail without checking the number.

“hello? uh, hi, y/n,” a man’s voice begins. “this is seonghwa, from church. i uh, i saw that you might be interested in the open nursery job? so i was calling about that. if you have any questions, you can just call me, and maybe we can meet to discuss the position. i think you’d really like it, so i hope you get in touch soon. ok. um. that’s it. alrighty. bye.”

seonghwa? park seonghwa? like the guy you had a big ass crush on from age ten to eighteen park seonghwa? just the thought of him working with babies is enough to make you swoon. maybe this is a sign that you shouldn’t take the nursery job after all, even though you’d convinced yourself to do it for a few months at least.

then again...it’s been a while since you’ve seen seonghwa, so maybe those childhood feelings won’t resurface and it won’t be as endearing to see him with babies as you’re imagining. you decide to sleep on it a little more, and plug your phone back in before you roll over and go back to sleep with babies and seonghwa on the brain.

“y/n!” your mom yells, obviously using the spare key you gave her very freely. she let herself into your apartment on her way home from church because she had news.

so, yes, maybe she mentioned the whole baby nursery thing to you because she wants to light a fire under your ass about having grandkids, but she knows an easy job around some cute babies will help cheer you up after finishing up your final semester and an internship without any job prospects. but this morning, the most curious thing happened.

she was sitting in her pew after church, chatting with friends, when a handsome young man came up to her asking about you of all people. he said his name was seonghwa and that you were friends back in high school, so he was really excited when he heard you were interested in the nursery job. he said he called you but you didn’t pick up (which is typical) and he wanted to know if your mom could relay the message that he really hopes you take the job. so of course, she had to come tell you immediately. now, she won’t admit that she’s already got your wedding planned with this young man, but she does have venues bookmarked in her phone. just in case.

you woke up a few minutes before she came over uninvited, so you were alive and dressed, thankfully. don’t need to hear a lecture from your mom about sleeping until noon as a grown adult. you grab your laundry basket on the way out to make it look like you’ve had a productive morning and go to greet your mother.

“hey mom, thanks for the heads up,” you reply and she just rolls her eyes as she unpacks the food she brought over.

“nice to see you too, sweetie,” she scoffs. “i have a bone to pick with you.”

“oh do tell.”

“do you remember seonghwa?” she asks, and it takes every ounce of strength in you to not audibly groan.

“yeah, he called me about the position,” you say, skipping the part where your mother coos over how marry-able he is. “i was gonna call him back once church let out.”

“and have you?” she sing-songs back.

“no,” you reply in the same tone. “he’s probably still there with the kids so i was gonna give a few more minutes. and also, you’re here. it’s rude to take phone calls when you have guests.”

“i guess i’ll just have to get out of your hair then,” your mom says as she starts to pack up.

“you’re joking?” you ask incredulously. “you’ve never come over for such a short amount of time.”

“that was the plan the whole time,” she assures you. “i thought you might need some face to face encouragement to call that nice young man, and i didn’t want to feel bad about finishing this family size meal all by myself, so it was a successful trip.”

“thanks mom,” you grumble as you drop the facade of being productive and leave your laundry on the kitchen table in favor of picking at the fried chicken on your kitchen counter.

“call that boy!” your mom shouts as she lets herself out, and you promise that you will so she’ll leave faster.

you let a few days go by before you actually call seonghwa. part of you is hoping that you’ll hear from one of the many jobs you’ve applied for in your field, and the other part of you is trying to suppress the butterflies you get every time you think about seonghwa. you think you’ve finally got those under control, and your rent is looming ahead of you, so you take the dive and call your old friend.

was seonghwa still your friend? as you wait for him to pick up you think back on some of the time you spent together as kids, which was definitely peak friendship for the two of you. then you started drifting apart around middle school and came back around during high school when you both started volunteering with the younger kids. you drifted again when you both went to college, and you realize you haven’t really spoken to him since. it makes sense that seonghwa would still be working with kids, but you wonder what he’s been up to these past few years. your train of thought is cut short by the sound of the familiar voice on the other end of the phone.

“y/n?” seonghwa asks, a hint of surprise in his voice. “didn’t think you’d ever call me back.”

“yep,” you laugh nervously. so much for suppressing the butterflies in your gut. “i am completely skint, so i need a job. and you so kindly offered me one the other day, remember?”

“skint?” seonghwa replies. “you learn a bunch of weird words off at that fancy college of yours?”

so it seems the years apart didn’t take away that comfortable connection you always seemed to have with seonghwa. friends and family would call what you two consider platonic banter just straight up flirting, but there’s no one around to hear the teasing lilt in seonghwa’s voice or to see the blush threatening to rise all over your face.

“i learned a few,” you confirm. “do you know what assiduous means?”

“isn’t that a type of tree?”

“no,” you laugh. “it means to show great care and perseverance.”

“i was way off,” seonghwa laughs back and you nod despite being alone. “maybe that can be your thing if you get this job, you teach the babies new words.”

“yeah, tell me more about this job,” you start. “do we have to actually sit on the babies?”

seonghwa wasn’t expecting that, and laughs fully from his chest. you can’t stop the warmth that spreads through you at the sound, and it takes seonghwa a moment to respond.

“dear god, please don’t sit on them,” he says through a few spare giggles. “your mom didn’t explain the job to you?”

“a little,” you shrug. “but you actually do it, so tell me more. what’s it like getting paid to wipe baby shit all morning?”

seonghwa goes on to explain the job, and you learn that it’s not just a one day gig, which is great news for you. you could potentially work the majority of the day on sunday with a few hours here and there throughout the week for bible studies that need childcare. it’s not an astounding amount of money, but with your savings it’s enough to hold you over while you look for something more permanent.

“and the kids are really cute,” seonghwa concludes, ending his thorough description of everything this job entails.

“thank goodness, i wouldn’t do it if they were uggos,” you joke, and you hear seonghwa sigh, but you also think you hear a smile in his voice as he replies.

“you haven’t changed at all, have you y/n?”

“if it ain’t broke don’t fix it, right?” you answer. “so when could i start working in the nursery?”

“seriously?” seonghwa asks, sounding surprised, which is weird considering you just spent 10 minutes on the phone with him discussing the job and its duties.

“uh, yeah? that’s why i called.”

“oh, um, right,” seonghwa hesitates. “well, uh, i guess you could start this sunday? you can come in tomorrow to do the paperwork, i’ll be there to do childcare for a leadership meeting, and i can show you where everything is.”

“seonghwa, i’ve been going to this church since i was a baby,” you tell him. “i already know where everything is.”

“ah yes, but do you know where i keep my secret pack of snacks that i steal from the toddler rooms so i have something to eat that’s not pre-mushed? or where the good lysol spray is kept?”

“you have much knowledge,” you tease. “guess i’ve got a lot to learn.”

“yeah, you’ve just got to be assiduous about it,” seonghwa replies, a smile present in his voice. “so i’ll see you tomorrow? and then again on sunday?”

“tomorrow and again on sunday,” you confirm. “bye seonghwa! and thank you, seriously. i needed this job.”

“it was yours from the start,” he tells you. “see you later, y/n.”

you get to church early the next day, and find seonghwa in the baby nursery organizing diapers into different drawers. you stop for a minute and take him in, noticing that his face shows a little more maturity than the cherub faced kid you grew up with. you’ve seen him around, but you haven’t taken the time to notice just how...grown up seonghwa looks. he looks good, you can’t deny. you’re busy staring at his chiseled jawline when he turns and jumps at your presence.

“jesus, y/n, say something next time,” he gasps out.

“shouldn’t you apologize for saying j dog’s name like that?” you joke.

“ok, don’t call him j dog in front of the kids,” seonghwa laughs, and he takes a moment to blatantly check you out. “you look nice.”

“oh, thanks,” you say simply. “didn’t know if i needed to treat this like a real job or not so i went with one of my more casual interview outfits.”

“you got the job,” seonghwa assures you. “no need to impress me with cute clothes.”

“so,” you say, ignoring his comment and lingering eyes. “you were gonna show me where the snacks are?”

in the next five minutes, you find yourself sprawled out at one of the little tables in a toddler room down the hall, onboarding paperwork surrounding you and a pile of oreos in between you and seonghwa. you catch up as you finish your paperwork, and you learn that seonghwa has been working at the nursery all through college. he’s not sure he wants to be a teacher anymore, or work with kids at all actually, but the church kids have a special place in his heart so that’s kept him here over the years.

“what about you?” he asks. “you just graduated right?”

“right,” you confirm. “kinda don’t wanna talk about it.”

“why not?”

“well, no offense, but i didn’t expect to get my degree and then come back home to work with church babies,” you tell him. “i’m not as nice as you, i don’t have a soft spot for these kids. i just have bills i have to pay.”

“i get that,” seonghwa nods. “not everyone can be as kind and caring as i am.”

“woah, that’s totally not what i meant,” you laugh, and seonghwa smiles back at you.

“no, i really do get it,” he assures you. “i don’t plan on being here much longer myself.”

“oh? and what’s next for the oh so lovely park seonghwa?” you tease, and you feel proud at the blush you find dusting seonghwa’s cheeks.

“i’ll be keeping that to myself for now,” he teases back, popping an oreo in his mouth as he glances down at your paperwork. “you did that page wrong.”

“what?!” you exclaim, looking back to notice that yes, you did fill it out wrong. you wrote in the spots meant for the employer and not the employee, and you groan. “it’s because you’re distracting me.”

“if i’m a distraction to you then i don’t think we should work together y/n,” seonghwa says, holding eye contact with you for a moment. suddenly you find it hard to breathe, and if seonghwa hadn’t moved to get you a new sheet, then you’re not sure where that conversation would’ve gone. there was some kind of intention behind his eyes that you couldn’t quite read, so you decide to ignore it instead as you pop open an oreo and absentmindedly eat the icing. seonghwa catches you licking the icing off and has to remind himself he’s literally at church so his mind won’t wander.

“here,” he says as he gently hands you the new stack of paper. “brought some extras in case you mess up again.”

“don’t make me quit before i even start, park.”

“sorry,” he laughs. “but speaking of that, when can you start?”

“uh, pretty immediately?” you tell him. “i really need money.”

“so like, could you start tonight?”

apparently thursdays are a big day for bible studies at your church, because within an hour, you’ve got about five newborns in the nursery with you and seonghwa. the other nursery workers came in shortly after you finished your paperwork and welcomed you, and you had to laugh at them calling you “seonghwa’s friend” as if you didn’t grow up in this church just like he did. it’s obvious you’re not as involved as seonghwa, so it didn’t matter that much, but when you recognized one of your childhood church friends dropping off her kid, you waved, and she pretended not to see you. that got on your nerves, but someone dropping off another baby cut through your angry inner monologue. you hold eye contact with the baby in your arms before you call for seonghwa’s attention.

“seonghwa you told me these kids were cute,” you start out. “this one looks like a cabbage patch kid gone wrong.”

“don’t say that y/n!” seonghwa scolds you, but you can see the hint of a smile sneaking through his sharp features.. “babies are little angels.”

“you really like kids don’t you?” you ask, after watching him fuss over the baby in his arms. “you’re really good with them.”

“thanks,” he replies with a soft, yet breathtaking, smile. “i’ve always felt like i needed to work with them so i could be the kinda person i always needed when i grew up.”

“why babies though?” you ask. “aren’t they more work?”

“eh, not here,” seonghwa shrugs. “the other kids talk too much. ask a lotta questions i don’t want to answer.”

“smart man.”

“but also the past few years i’ve just had babies on the brain,” seonghwa continues as he bounces the baby in his arms. “i guess it’s my subconscious telling me i need to start a family soon.”

“any prospects for that family, hm?” you pry, smiling as you watch the baby in his arms giggle and clap.

“maybe,” seonghwa replies shyly. “i don’t wanna talk about it.”

and you leave it, for that night at least. the crush you have/had on seonghwa is keeping you from being totally neutral, so you know you’ll want to ask again in the future, but for now you let seonghwa be cute with his little baby buddies and you just admire from afar and help out as you can.

before the night is over, one of the little girls has completely clung to you, falling asleep on your chest so securely that her mom jokes about bringing you home with them so they don’t have to wake her. with a little luck, you don’t even disturb her as you place her into her stroller, and seonghwa looks on proudly while you smile and wave goodbye to some of the cute kids walking by.

“so when were you gonna tell me you were a pro at this?” seonghwa asks, and you blush slightly. “the babies, and the parents, love you. impressive.”

“they’re easy to get along with,” you shrug. “and you made it pretty easy too.”

“what about you?” seonghwa asks suddenly. “have you thought about starting a family?”

“not until recently,” you admit. “seeing my friends have kids has really lit a fire under my ass, mostly because my mom sees her friends talking about grandkids on facebook and then she comes to me asking for grandbabies just about every single day.”

“and?”

“and what?”

“do you think you’ll have kids?” seonghwa asks, and you shrug.

“not sure, really. maybe if i meet the right person? but for now, no,” you tell him. “need a real job before i can have a real kid.”

“got it,” seonghwa nods, something unreadable in his expression. he finishes wiping down the counter before turning to face you fully. “want me to walk you to your car?”

“i’m right outside, you don’t need to-”

“i insist.”

you take a few minutes to collect your things, and then seonghwa is leading you out of the church, pointing out which doors need to be locked before you walk out and what lights need to stay on for the cleaning crews. you take it all in intently, and soon enough you’re outside your car, awkwardly waiting for seonghwa to finish his spiel about coming to work early.

“i’m sorry,” seonghwa interrupts himself. “i’m boring you.”

“no, not at all hwa!” you insist. he quirks an eyebrow at the resurfaced nickname, and you stumble on insisting that you’ll be at work early no matter what, and you’re so thankful for this job, and-

seonghwa kisses you. it’s quick, so you almost don’t notice, but he definitely kissed you, the lingering hand on your hip to steady you is enough evidence of that. he pulled away quickly, and it gives you a chance to stare back at him, checking his eyes before flitting your own gaze back down to his lips. he gets the hint and leans back in, this time securely wrapping his hands around your waist as your hands card through his hair. it’s an innocent kiss, but seonghwa’s touch makes you feel like you’re on fire. he alternates between deep kisses that have you searching for air, and then he pulls back slightly to nip your lips and tease as if he’s going to pull away, before diving back in.

but before you know it, he’s pulling away again, whispering something about work on sunday, and then he’s gone, leaving you with puffy lips and your heart beating against your ribcage.

the next few shifts with seonghwa go by without a word about your kiss. he’s still his friendliest self, still a little aloof like always, and still so sickeningly sweet with the babies. it’s doing things to your heart, watching him take care of them so well, and you catch yourself staring a little too often. you hope seonghwa doesn’t see, but he’s caught you a few times. all it does is rustle the budding feelings for you deep in his chest, and he does his best to ignore them for now.

“why do you keep staring at me?” he asks one quiet shift, just the two of you and a baby asleep in each of your arms. you had absolutely been staring at his plump lips as they made kissy sounds at the baby in his lap, but you can’t just say that. you don’t know where you stand with seonghwa, so you don’t wanna push it if there’s not anything that should be pushed, so you make something up.

“oh, i was just looking at how you were holding the baby,” you tell him. he’s somehow made a barrier for the baby to sit comfortably in his elevated lap, which looks so much more comfortable than the way you’re sitting. “i think my arm is about to fall asleep.”

“well we can’t have that,” seonghwa says, finally looking over to you and noting how your arm must be cramped in that small chair. he gets up and carefully places his baby in a bouncer before making his way to you. “let me show you how to do it.”

“what?” you ask, taken aback as seonghwa slides his arms around yours to shift your grip on the bundle of joy you’re holding.

“just go with it,” he says, eyes flicking up to bore into your own. his voice is barely above a whisper, and you’re not sure if that’s because of the sleeping baby or not.

he pulls his arms away once he’s satisfied with your hold, and you assume that’s all he’s gonna do. you’re noticeably more comfortable now, but seonghwa’s not done. he places his hand at the back of your knee and pulls your leg up. the touch takes your breath away, and seonghwa is quick to position you so that both of your feet are on the stool in front of you, legs bent to create that same elevated surface for the baby that you watched him do. he tells you to put the baby in your lap now, and he stands above you for a few moments to gauge your comfort level. one hand is still on your knee though, so he gives it a squeeze before pulling away completely.

“see? that’s better.”

“mhm,” you squeak out, still reeling over the feeling of his hands on your legs. the slightest hint of fire lingers on everywhere he touched, and you focus on your baby to clear your head. “thank you.”

“anytime,” he hums, moving around the room with a smug smile on his face.

it isn’t until a week or so later that seonghwa makes another move. it was a busy day, you were swamped with crying kids all morning, and seonghwa could tell you needed some kind of relief.

“y/n?” seonghwa whispers, trying not to disturb the easily excitable babies that are currently asleep. “are you doing anything tonight?”

“uh, no?” you reply. “why? please don’t tell me it involves more babies.”

“no,” he chuckles quietly. “i was planning on meeting some friends at a bar and wanted to know if you’d be down to join us? you remember my friend, hongjoong right?”

“was he the one that you brought as your friend to youth night one year, and the pastors all asked you if they should pray for his soul?” you ask jokingly, somewhat remembering the fiasco it was that seonghwa brought a friend who dared to come to church with blue hair and an actual fashion sense. it catches seonghwa off guard, and his chuckle is a little louder this time. you both freeze, staring into each other’s eyes and hoping you don’t hear a baby wailing in the next three seconds. the room stays silent, so he continues the conversation.

“yeah, that’s him,” he smiles. “he’s dj’ing tonight, so we’re going out to support him, if you wanna come.”

“yeah, i’m down,” you say with a shrug. “could definitely use a drink after dealing with these little ones.”

“don’t talk about impure things around the babies,” he whispers back.

“hwa, none of these kids know what we’re saying,” you say a little louder than you probably should. the baby closest to seonghwa starts to whine, and he’s quick to soothe them, but then the baby next to them wakes up and starts crying, and suddenly the whole room is abuzz with tears. you catch seonghwa’s eye and smile, “bet you could use a drink right about now, huh?”

you agree to meet seonghwa at the bar, just taking a lyft to make things easier on yourself later. you make it through the front and start looking around for your devilishly handsome coworker when you hear someone calling your name. you turn and see what must be hongjoong waving you over.

“y/n!” he shouts as soon as you’re close enough. “it’s so good to see you!”

“you too!” you shout back over the music. “i can’t believe you recognized me after all these years.”

“i’d remember that face,” he replies with a wink, and you can’t help but take the compliment shyly. “thanks for coming to see my set.”

“well thank seonghwa for inviting me,” you tell him. “do you know where he is, by the way?”

“he’s outside trying to find some of our friends,” he explains. “apparently they started pregaming and are too drunk to find the bar. so i’m sorry about any of that in advance.”

“oh i’m sure it’ll be fine,” you laugh. “speaking of drinks though, i think i’m gonna head to the bar, you need anything?”

“nah,” hongjoong shakes his head. “i’m good, don’t like to be affected when i get on stage.”

“very professional of you,” you reply. “i’ll be right back then.”

you squeeze your way through the crowd, fighting for a spot against the bar as you wait to get the bartender’s attention. while you wait, a hand lightly taps your shoulder, and you turn around to see seonghwa. he smiles at you sweetly, waving from a couple people behind you. you wave back, but grab his hand before he puts it down and you just yank him to the front with you.

“thanks for that,” he laughs. “glad you could make it.”

“happy to be here,” you smile. “you need a drink?”

“hell yes,” he replies, and you gasp in pretend shock.

“perfect angel park seonghwa just said a curse word?” you continue, and seonghwa rolls his eyes.

“i could say a lot worse than that,” he assures you, and you don’t know why that makes your heart skip a beat.

��i’d like to see that,” you tease.

“i’m sure you would,” he fights back, and you fall quiet. the bartender looks your way and seonghwa waves her over before whispering to you, “if it’s quicker, we can just put this all on one tab.”

“okay,” you agree, reaching for your wallet, but seonghwa puts his hand on top of yours and shakes his head.

“don’t even think about it,” he says. “i invited you out, i’ll get this round.”

“thank you,” you say, placing your hand on his shoulder so you can shout it in his ear over the music. you both order, and continue to wait as the music booms around you. the drinks come quickly, and there’s suddenly a large group trying to push their way to the bar, so seonghwa, thinking fast, grabs you by the hip to lead you back to the table where hongjoong sits, now with a few new faces.

the friends introduce themselves as yeosang, yunho and mingi, and they seem like nice guys. despite what hongjoong said earlier, they don’t seem too drunk, and they’re easy to talk to, which you appreciate. it’ll be a fun night, and you all hype hongjoong up as he gets ready to perform.

“so how often does he do this?” you ask seonghwa, who’s motioning for you to slide into the booth next to yeosang.

“not that often actually,” seonghwa explains. “he usually just produces or writes for his side projects, but every once in a while the owner here convinces him to dj if she needs some extra cash. hongjoong always pulls a big crowd.”

“i didn’t realize i’ve been invited to such an exclusive event,” you joke, and seonghwa smiles lightly.

“well you are a vip,” he lamely replies, and you laugh, mostly at his red cheeks and the face of regret after he realizes how corny that was. “shut up. try your drink.”

“what’d you two order?” mingi asks, finally cutting into the banter between you and hwa.

“i got a mule and y/n got a fancy martini,” seonghwa explains. “y/n’s all grown up on me now.”

“i saw a tiktok about a bartender that said people who know their exact martini order are sexy, so i’ve been trying a few things,” you admit.

“that is kinda sexy,” yeosang says, giving you a suggestive eyebrow wiggle that gets you laughing. you don’t notice seonghwa stiffening beside you as yunho butts in.

“so what’s your order?” he asks politely. “martinis always seem boring, but that looks good.”

“you can try a sip if you want,” you offer him. “it’s a wet martini with a twist, so it’s a little sweeter, but still strong.”

“wet?” mingi laughs, and seonghwa rolls his eyes.

“grow up, that’s how you know how much vermouth is in it, you twelve year old,” seonghwa scolds him. he says this as he watches you pass your drink to yunho, who sticks his straw in and takes a tentative taste. why didn’t you ask seonghwa if he wanted to try?

“that’s actually not bad,” yunho says with a nod.

“i like it,” you agree. “having a go to martini order feels so adult. figured it was time to move on from the cheapest thing on the menu and go for a big kid drink.”

“hey, hongjoong’s starting!” yeosang chimes, noticing how the lights have changed and the music is getting lower before transitioning to hongjoong’s set. you all turn your focus to the stage to watch him hard at work, heads bopping along as he builds momentum. your table stays quiet for a moment, enjoying the music and sipping your drinks, and then you feel a slight pressure on your leg. you look down to see seonghwa gripping your thigh, and you glance up at him but he’s still focused on his friend. you stare for a moment, hoping to catch his eye to no avail. you look back at hongjoong, and seonghwa squeezes your knee before letting go completely. you ignore it, but scoot closer to him ever so slightly.

you’re about to turn around to say something to him when hongjoong suddenly changes the song to one of your favorites, and instead of the subtle move you were going for you whip your head around to face seonghwa and insist that “we need to go dance. like now.”

“now?” he asks, slightly caught off guard as you put all your weight on him to force him out of the booth.

“yes, now!” you shriek. “i love this song, let’s go!”

seonghwa finally stands and you down the rest of your martini before grabbing his hand and leading him toward the crowd. you nestle yourselves off to the side, but in hongjoong’s line of sight, so he smiles and waves when he notices you having a good time. you lightly drape your arms across seonghwa’s shoulders and start to dance, and it takes him no time to place his hands on your hips and follow suit. maybe downing your drink wasn’t the best choice, but hey, you’re dancing with seonghwa and he seems to have no problem with it. he really must not mind, because now you’re singing along to the chorus right in his face and he just laughs and pulls you tighter. you notice a tension in his hold, but you’re too enveloped by the song to really care. your song slowly starts to build into another, and you slow your movements and lean slightly into seonghwa’s chest to catch your breath.

“that was cute,” he says, looking down at you through a gaze that you can’t quite read. “note to self, y/n really likes bad bunny.”

“it’s a good song,” you laugh nervously, trying not to think about the last time you were this close to seonghwa. his lips are slightly chapped tonight, but plump and kissable nonetheless. maybe if you just-

“i’ll have to remember what else you like,” he says lowly, and you have to lean closer to hear him fully.

“like what?” you ask, unsure of where this is going.

“well, i know what kind of music you like,” he begins. “and now i know what kind of drinks you like, too. you like your martinis wet, right?”

“you seem to be paying a lot of attention to me, park,” you just barely whisper, your lips so close to his ear he can feel your breath.

“answer the question, y/n,” he warns. “you like your cocktails wet, right?” you give a meek ‘mhm’ in response. “then i wonder what else you like wet, huh?”

you pull back from him slightly, mostly to read the look he’s giving you, but seonghwa has tightened his grip on you so hard that you can’t quite move. now you notice the tension you felt earlier came from the bulge in his pants that’s currently pressed up against your thigh, and your next look at seonghwa tells you all that you need to know.

“why don’t we get out of here and you can find out?”

“get out of here” didn’t really work that well. you made it back near the bar with every intent of closing out the tab, but seonghwa decided kissing along the nape of your neck was a better idea. then he pushed you over toward the wall and occupied your lips for some time, and after that you couldn’t take it anymore. you’re currently pressed up against the door of the nearest bathroom, seonghwa’s lips on yours and his desperate moans sending warmth from your chest all the way to your core. you whimper as he pulls away, and he has the audacity to smirk at you while he brushes the hair out of your face.

“couldn’t wait till we got to my place, darling? had to have me right now?” he teases, tracing his fingers across the marks along your neck before dipping them to the top of your shirt. “can i take this off love?” you nod quickly and lift your arms, helping seonghwa pull it off you. your bra leaves little to the imagination, and seonghwa can’t help but stare for a moment. while he’s distracted, you try to catch him off guard.

“who knew precious church boy seonghwa was the kind of guy to fuck in a bar bathroom?” you tease, and seonghwa responds by dipping his fingers down to pinch your nipple. you try to save face with your response, “pinching, really? grow up.”

“stop talking,” seonghwa says lowly before meeting your lips again. “not sure...what you’re into..or i would’ve just slapped your tits to shut you up.”

“i thought you said you wanted to learn what i like,” you say as you pull apart. “so ask me what i like. and don’t say anything about being wet.”

“are you?” seonghwa quips, and you quirk an eyebrow in reply. “you want me to find out myself?”

“ah, after you take your shirt off,” you interject. “i like an even playing field, i take something off, you take something off.”

“fine,” he gruffs, pulling his shirt over his head with ease and revealing the most surprisingly toned chest you’ve ever seen.

“damn, lifting babies made you buff,” you joke, and seonghwa decides he’s getting tired of your jokes. he finds the waistband of your panties poking out above your hips and gives it a tug, releasing the elastic on your skin to give you a little jolt. he looks back up to your eyes and you tell him it’s okay before he dips his fingers into your underwear to immediately find your clit. he gives it a few tentative rubs that have you rutting your hips embarrassingly quickly, and then he’s dipping two digits down to your entrance.

“you think you can take two fingers already?” he asks. “you’re wet enough i think they would slide right in.”

he’s right, he pushes his fingers into you with ease and you hear how wet you are with each movement. he gets in a few quick strokes and then he pulls his fingers from you too soon, silencing you quickly by tapping his fingers on your lips.

“suck,” he instructs you. “don’t wanna hear your funny little jokes right now.”

“but-”

“ah ah, i can stop and we can go back to the table,” he begins, and you violently shake your head, his wet fingers rubbing obscenely over your lips. you tentatively lick away the slick and seonghwa rolls his hips into yours with a moan. “cmon, fingers in your mouth or we’re not doing anything else. can’t get too loud or we’ll ruin hongjoong’s set.”

you finally comply, welcoming seonghwa’s digits as they push past your lips and rest on your tongue. you do as he said and give a little suck, swiping your tongue around to collect the arousal that’s still currently dripping through your panties.

“hmmm,” seonghwa continues. “should i eat you out for good measure? or would that take too long?” you try to respond with his fingers in your mouth, but he sighs and pulls his hand away so he can hear you.

“not sure how long i would last,” you pant slightly. “and i wanna cum on your cock too badly to risk it.”

“oh baby, who said you wouldn’t?” he asks, sending a shiver down your spine. “help me get undressed sweetheart, and i’ll show you something i like.”

you reach for seonghwa’s pants as he does the same to you, roughly undoing his belt and zipper so you can push his pants off him quicker. you’re both left in your underwear, and seonghwa pulls your bra off your shoulders as you dip your hand into his boxers. you give him a quick squeeze, which has him bucking into your touch, and you feel a little victorious, but just for a moment. he’s removed your bra and pulls your panties down next, but you watch as he balls them up and mimics opening his mouth as he brings the balled up fabric back up to your lips.

“i told you we can’t be too loud,” he explains, and you nod in understanding as you let him fill your mouth with your soiled panties. he grips your chin before stroking your clit with his free hand, and you watch as he kneels down to make good on his teasing from earlier. the first touch of his tongue against your pussy has you stifling a moan that’s more like a scream, and you’re suddenly thankful for the gag in your mouth. seonghwa gives your clit a few kitten licks before he moves down and practically starts making out with your cunt, drinking in each drop you let out and holding you down by the hip so you won’t go anywhere. you watch from above as his tongue works through your folds, and you toss your head back in a moan when he sucks on your clit and prods your entrance with his fingers. he dips in slowly at first, giving equal attention to your clit, but slowly he builds until he’s fucking you on his fingers. you can’t help but grind down into him, and the way he’s stroking you has you seeing stars. he starts to apply more pressure to your clit and you lose it, moaning loudly despite your mouth being full and you notice a single tear dripping down your cheek. seonghwa works you through your high, kissing your clit until your moans turn to whimpers, and he stands to greet you with lust filled eyes.

“you taste fucking delicious,” he says before popping his fingers into his own mouth this time. “so sweet and wet, just for me, yeah?”

you nod and mumble something through your gag, which seonghwa doesn’t understand. he pulls just enough of your panties out to hear you speak, and you take a few quick breaths before repeating yourself.

“two questions,” you start, still out of breath from your high. “are you gonna fuck me? and do you have a condom?”

at the second question, seonghwa’s face falls.

“shit,” he mumbles, reaching for his pants. “shit shit shit. i don’t think i do.”

“isn’t there a dispenser in here?” you ask, glancing around your close quarters. seonghwa follows your gaze as you notice, yes, there is a dispenser in here, but the smallest little sticky note on it displays the worst news: out of order.

“fuck,” he groans. “ok, let’s just go, we can go to my apartment and-”

“seonghwa,” you try to stop him, but he keeps going. “seonghwa!”

“what?” he asks, turning back to you with almost puppy dog pouting eyes.

“are you clean?” you ask him, and he looks confused. “i’m on the pill, so if you’re clean, i mean, i trust you, so. we could still. fuck. if you want.”

“are you sure?” he asks. “i’m clean, i promise. honestly it’s been an embarrassing amount of time since i’ve done this so you’re pretty safe, i’d say.”

“well you’re doing great for somebody out of practice,” you assure him, and he laughs.

“ok. so we’re doing this? you’re ok with it?” he confirms once more.

“yes, i’m sure. now come fuck me.”

that’s all seonghwa needs to hear before he’s crashing his lips to yours with newfound energy, and you moan at the way you can still taste yourself on his tongue.

“aren’t you gonna...gag me..again?” you mumble through the sloppy kisses. as much as you love having your tongue in seonghwa’s mouth, you don’t know how much longer you can take.

“depends, are you gonna say more stupid shit?” he asks teasingly and you have to smile.

“no promises,” you tell him and he kisses you quickly one time for good measure.

“i want you in a different position for this, love,” he says. “wanna hear you this time too, no gag. plus i think your panties fell onto the floor.”

“oh good, so those are getting burned,” you groan. “what am i gonna wear out of here?”

“nothing?” seonghwa replies with a devilish smirk. “that sounds nice to me.”

“ok now i want you to stop talking,” you say, placing your hand playfully over his mouth. he bites the palm of your hand and you stifle a moan.

“you liked that?” seonghwa asks with a glint in his eyes. “guess i’ll add biting to the list then.”

“how do you wanna fuck me?” you ask, ready to cut the banter and get back to seonghwa acting out some of your deepest desires.

“up against the mirror,” he says, his voice an octave lower and dripping with lust. “wanna see you watch yourself while i ruin you on my cock.”

your whole body shivers at his words and you can’t even hide it, which fuels seonghwa’s ego more than you’d like. but if it’ll get him to fuck you faster, you don’t mind. you let his hands run down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before he stops at your hips and turns you toward the mirror and the sink. his hands glide up your back, over your shoulders, and back down your arms to guide you so that you’re gripping onto the sink, all the while maintaining eye contact through the mirror. you feel yourself dripping, and you wish seonghwa would just split you open on his cock already.

“getting impatient, are we?” he asks, reading your mind. “stop rubbing your thighs together. it’s not gonna make me move any faster.”

“seonghwa,” you whine, pouting just the slightest bit for full effect. “i want you to fuck me, please.”

“such good manners, baby,” he says, finally breaking eye contact with you to look down at your ass. he gives it a little squeeze before slapping each cheek consecutively, and you let out a yelp with each harsh touch. “if it’s too much, tell me, ok?”

“i’lll be fine, hwa,” you assure him.

“yeah, but still,” he says seriously. “just say the word. we go at your pace.”

“if we’re going at my pace then you need to speed it up a little bit,” you bite back, and seonghwa has you immediately eating your words as he buries himself in your cunt.

“you were saying?” he asks, eyebrow quirked with the cockiest smile on his face. you risk a look at yourself and he’s barely done anything and you already look fucked out. “that’s it, baby. keep your eyes right there.”

“seonghwa,” you moan again as he thrusts quickly, not moving much but successfully shoving himself deeper into your warmth.

“feels good?” he asks quietly, thrusting again a little quicker. you can only nod and let out a shaky breath in response, so he pulls out all the way and buries himself again, ripping a small scream from the back of your throat.

“hwa, fuck me, please,” you beg. “fuck me like you mean it.”

“as you wish,” he obeys, collecting the hair on your back and creating a grip for himself. he pulls you up slightly to create some leverage, and then he’s pounding into you so hard and so deep you feel the edge of the link leaving marks on your thighs. seonghwa’s eyes are glued to your reflection and the way your jaw seems to drop more and more with each thrust, and he moans when he feels you clench around him. “so good for me, baby, you’re taking it so well. taking good care of my cock, hm?”

“seonghwa,” you cry. “more, need something else.”

“so needy,” he scoffs. “hips up.”

you do as he says, and he places a hand at your waist and moves it so that he’s pressing a finger to your clit with each thrust. it’s a subtle touch but it’s driving you insane, and you clench around him again, grinding down when he makes contact with your clit.

“look at you,” he coos. “going crazy for my cock, my hand on your clit...fucking in the bathroom where anyone could hear us...you like it dirty and wet, don’t you my good girl?”

you come unexpectedly at the new nickname, and seonghwa groans so loud you’re sure everyone outside could hear. you can feel the mess you’ve made between your legs grow, but seonghwa keeps going well after you’ve finished.

“is it too much?” he asks quietly and you shake your head no.

“wanna help you get off,” you say breathlessly. “wanna make you come.”

“i’m almost there love,” he says. “just keep bein’ good for me.”

you try to time your movements with his thrusts, squeezing him as he retreats and meeting him when he thrusts back in. he never moved his hand, so this is putting more friction on your clit again, and you’re surprised the overstimulation hasn’t gotten to you yet. seonghwa thrusts deeply and starts losing his breath, so he takes a minute to still inside you.

“fuck, i’m not gonna last much longer,” he says. “where do you want me to come?”

“anywhere.”

“no, y/n, tell me where-”

“i don’t care, hwa,” you whine. “just want you to come. i might come with you.”

you feel his cock twitch at that, and he smiles that devil’s smile again.

“fucked you that good, huh?” he asks, and you reach behind you to pinch his side.

“just hurry up and come,” you say.

“wherever i want?” he asks for confirmation.

“wherever you want,” you agree, and he meets your eyes in the mirror.

“then i’m gonna fill you up so i can watch your pussy leak,” he says. “how’s that sound?”

“ideal actually,” the words barely leaving your lips before he thrusts so hard your arms give out, and the grip he’s kept on your hair is the only thing keeping you upright. you moan at the pull, and moan again at the perfect way he’s sliding through your cunt, and you’re squeezing around him just right, and-

“fuckfuckfuckfuck,” he curses, hips sputtering as you feel his come coating your walls. he plugs you up with his cock and stops moving, focusing more on your clit again as he rubs until you’re bucking up into his hand and chanting his name as you come one final time. you feel his release start to drip out around his cock, and he groans as he scoops some of it up and brings it to your lips. you don’t need a command this time, your mouth open and ready as he watches you take them in through the mirror. you feel his dick twitch at the sight, and you start pulling away so he doesn’t get hard again and try to make you come a fourth time in less than an hour. your legs are shaky as he pulls out, and seonghwa audibly groans as he watches his come leak from your pussy.

“that’s beautiful,” he tells you, pushing some of it back in as you look around for your clothes. “you did so good for me.” you can’t help the way you clench at his words, and seonghwa smiles to himself. “glad you came out tonight?”

“mhm,” you squeak, unsure that you can speak properly just yet.

“what are you looking for?” seonghwa asks, picking up on your frantic eyes.

“my panties?”

“they fell, remember?”

“oh shit,” you groan, peeking the fabric that’s mocking you from the floor near the first stall. “shit then i need to get cleaned up.”

“you’re not gonna leave it in?” seonghwa asks with a pout. “but i worked really hard.”

“you’re disgusting,” you laugh as you try to distract yourself from thinking about how hot it is that seonghwa’s come is actively dripping down your legs.

“just pull your pants up and keep your legs closed,” he tells you. “we probably won’t be here much longer anyway.”

“how do you know that?”

“hongjoong’s set most likely ended in between your second and third orgasms? so i bet we’re the only ones of our group left.”

“i’m sorry we missed his set,” you begin, and seonghwa silences you with a kiss.

“are you kidding me? this show was a hell of a lot better.”

after you fucked seonghwa in the bathroom, you casually went back out to your table only to find that, yep, hongjoong’s set was over, and all of their friends had left. seonghwa insisted on driving you home and you laughed together when he plugged his phone into his car and there was a slurry of texts from hongjoong cussing hwa out for choosing a quick fuck over his best friend.

seonghwa was a complete gentleman the whole way home, quieting any question in your mind that he might spend the rest of the night with you. he politely kissed you goodnight, and waited for you to get inside safely before he left, but that was it. for days, actually. he didn’t work the next time you were scheduled, which was odd, and then the next sunday he was mysteriously placed with the toddler class instead of in the infant room with you. you thought you could try to get there early to (jokingly) ask what the fuck was going on, but what you find upon entering the church stops you cold.

the service must have just let out, based on how many people there are in the lobby, so it would be hard for anyone else to spot seonghwa, nestled over in the corner. but seeing as you’ve been semi-obsessed with the man since you started working here, you spot him immediately. you’re so hyperfocused on him it almost takes you a minute to realize there’s a girl hanging onto his arm, and you feel sick.

who knew the sweet boy from church could break your heart so easily?

you don’t even know who she is, so you shouldn’t freak out over it too much, but the thoughts inside your head can’t be tamed. did seonghwa just want to get into your pants, and now he’s moved onto his next victim? or, maybe worse, he was in a relationship the whole time and you just fucked a man who has an entire girlfriend. that makes you feel like the bad person, so you decide to pick the first option, painting seonghwa as the villain. sweet, starry eyed seonghwa, who started bringing you coffee each week and saving your favorite snacks for the two of you to share while the babies slept. kind seonghwa who spoke to the babies like they were gifts from god himself. lovely seonghwa who you caught staring at you at least twice every day since you’ve started working together. maybe you had just read him wrong, and the baby-whisperer thing is just a front so he can be a dick on the side and no one will bat an eye. whatever it is, you’re upset, and you can’t help but think that if you never took this job in the first place you wouldn’t be about to cry in the nursery at the thought of seonghwa with someone else.

while you’re having an internal crisis, one of the other sunday school teachers pops her head in to say hi and make a comment about seonghwa not being with the babies today.

“that’s weird, isn’t it?” she asks, and you simply nod. “he sure loves these babies. and you, but you didn’t hear that from me.” you fake a little giggle as she mimics locking her lips, and you turn to the changing table to look busy. she gets the hint and makes another comment that goes unheard by you, and you’re left alone until you hear the other nursery worker unlocking the baby gate and stepping inside. a little part of you hopes it’s seonghwa and he just has an evil twin hanging around, but a quick look over your shoulder proves you wrong. you’d let your mind linger on the frustration inside you, but the first set of babies are arriving, so you let the mindless tasks of your job take over for the time being.

you’re able to keep your mind off seonghwa until it’s time to leave and you see him coming down the hall from the toddler room. he starts to wave, but you turn around so quickly he gets the feeling that something is wrong. it’s not that he’s avoiding you, well, not on purpose. he is trying to sort through some feelings he doesn’t quite understand, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t wanna be around you since you slept together. but obviously that’s not the way you feel. he lets you turn around in a huff and leave before he can call for your attention, and he settles on trying to talk again another day.

“ms pat, caleb is dirty again,” you semi-complain, telling the other adult in the infant room that the baby you’re holding basically just shat on you. it’s a tuesday night, you’ve got too many babies that came from the same bible study, and seonghwa is yet again nowhere to be seen. you heard something about a shift in the childcare schedule, so maybe he’s in another room...again. regardless, you’ve got a pooping baby in your arms, and your new room buddy jumps into action so you make the pass quickly, quick enough that the innocent baby doesn’t even know what’s going on. with your hands free, you start cleaning up the toys littering the floor when you hear a voice by the door clearing their throat.

“hi y/n,” seonghwa says quietly, trying not to disturb the babies’ peace. “can i talk to you for a minute?”

“kinda busy, seonghwa,” you say in an irritated voice. “shouldn’t you be in your new room anyway?”

“i’m taking a kid to the potty,” he explains, and you roll your eyes.

“you’re an adult, please say anything else.”

“y/n,” he says again. “please. come talk to me, just one minute.”

“i can’t seonghwa, i’m working.”

“she can leave,” ms pat says from the corner of the room. “i’ve got it.”

you look up from the toys you’re trying to line up perfectly, and you catch seonghwa’s cocky smirk as he nods his head toward the hall. you groan and stand, assuring the baby room that you’ll be right back and then seonghwa is opening the baby gate for you. you get a couple steps away from any of the open nursery rooms, and then you turn to face seonghwa.

“what do you want.”

“your new friend seemed pretty eager to get rid of you,” he jokes. “you being mean to the babies again?”

“not any meaner than normal,” you say. “i’m a ray of sunshine in there.”

“like you are right now?” he starts, and you scoff.

“oh please. i have the right to act this way,” you say. “why haven’t i heard from you since we had sex?”

“shh!” seonghwa semi-shouts, reaching to cover your mouth but you step away. “jesus y/n, we’re still at church.”

‘and you just said jesus’ name in vain,” you point out with a cock of your head. “so i guess we’re both sinners today.”

“i’m sorry,” he says quickly. “i didn’t mean to go radio silent on you.”

‘that’s fine,” you say, starting back toward your classroom. “thanks for the apology.”

“wait-” he says, grabbing your arm. “let me finish.”

“i let you finish once, that’s enough i think.”

“y/n c’mon,” he sighs. “what’s gotten into you?”

“i saw you with a girl the other sunday,” you begin. “she was hanging onto you like she was pretty comfortable with it. not sure who she is but i’m also not sure i wanna be in the middle of that.”

“who?” seonghwa asks, eyes wide and sparkling, and you groan.

“ugh, nothing. please, let me go back to work.”

“no, no, you thought i was with someone else?” he starts again, cornering you against the wall so you can’t try to leave anymore. you watch as he flashes back through the past few days, and it’s like you see the lightbulb of recognition go off when it connects. then, suddenly, he makes a face of disgust. “are you talking about her?”

“gee seonghwa, i don’t know,” you say. “why don’t you tell me who she is first and we’ll see if that’s who i’m thinking of.”

“do you know san?” he asks out of no where. “the dick-ish dude that’s our age? he sings in the choir.”

“was he the girl?”

“no,” seonghwa laughs. “that’s his girlfriend.”

“you’re digging yourself a deep, dark hole, park.”

“stop talking,” he snaps. “that was san’s girlfriend. or ex, i should say. she was trying to make him jealous, for some reason i choose not to learn the details of, and i was the victim. apparently she’s as much of a dick as he is, so she’d been involving a lot of innocent bystanders in their fights lately.”

“oh.”

“yeah,” he nods. “so you saw her hanging off of me? did you see me push her away and knock her right into the assistant pastor?”

“ha, no i did not,” you chuckle. “wish i had though.”

“i can try to recreate it for you,” he teases, and you roll your eyes. “i can’t believe you were this upset over that.”

“it wasn’t just that,” you whine. “yes, i was upset that you might’ve been with someone so soon after we fucked, but i still have not heard from you since and that’s why i’m still so mad at you. you’re not even working in the baby room anymore, so it feels like you’re avoiding me.”

“i’m sorry,” seonghwa nods. “i shouldn’t have ignored you. and didn’t you read the childcare emails last week? the toddler teachers got covid through their bible study, so i’m filling in until they’re better.”

“oh great, so i’m jealous and illiterate,” you nod. “good. love that for me.”

“you were jealous?” seonghwa asks with a smile and you groan again.

“seonghwa, yes, yes i was jealous. i’m jealous of the babies that you hug and kiss because i wish you’d do that to me, of course i was jealous of a girl throwing herself at you.”

you stop for a second and realize the confession you just made, and you feel your face flush. seonghwa shifts too, moving from just casually keeping you against the wall to pushing you into it with his hips. his hands rest at your waist, giving it reassuring squeezes as he speaks.

“as precious as that confession was,” he starts. “i did need some time away from you.” you start to pull away, and he shakes his head. “no, wait. i needed to cool down after we fucked because i was afraid the next time i saw you i would admit how hopelessly in love with you i am. and that’s a lot, right after sex, so i’m sorry that i took a few days and handled it poorly. i was trying to figure out my feelings, and also planning a whole confession, which was a waste of time apparently.”

“you’re hopelessly in love with me?” you ask, a smile creeping onto your lips. “why don’t you act like it then?”

then he’s kissing you, hands tracing your hips and traveling up your sides to cup your cheeks. he deepens the kiss as your hands wrap around his neck, and he mumbles into your lips “i’ve liked you since high school, and fell in love with you when i saw you with the babies for the first time, i think. still processing it though.”

“well,” kiss, “i think,” kiss, “it was the same,” kiss, “for me,” kiss.

“wait, really?” seonghwa asks, pulling away from you with a smile that lights up his eyes. another kiss. “why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“still processing,” you tease, and with the next kiss seonghwa bites down on your lip in retaliation. “hey, at least we were idiots in love together.”

“i would prefer to just be in love with you,” he says seriously, finally looking up at you with something quiet and meaningful in his gaze. “i think i love you, y/n.”

“i think i love you too, seonghwa.”

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Terrifyingly Innocent [Nineteen-Finale]

Pairing: Seungcheol x fem!reader (ft. Jihoon)

Synopsis: Fearful of losing her, yet unwilling to leave; this agreement between Seungcheol and his best friend’s little sister was meant to be casual and temporary, yet he finds himself growing more attached to her day by day.

Genre: Fluff, angst, fake dating, fwb(?), slowburn, older brother’s best friend!Seungcheol, badboy!Seungcheol, innocent!reader, older brother!Jihoon, non-idol!au, university!au, low-key Crazy Rich Asians!au(Seungcheol is RICH - implied chaebol lifestyle, Jihoon and reader’s family aren’t chaebols and are commoners but well-off)

Warnings: Use of profanity, mentions of alcohol, inaccurate architectural information regarding Achillieon Palace, unedited (I was in a rush - my sincerest apologies)

WC: ~3.8k

A/N: We're at an end of a twogyuu era 😭 It's my first ever written series and with it, I do feel like I've learned and grown a lot as a writer. Since it was my first, admittedly it wasn't my best work looking back now, but I'm grateful to everyone who was willing to read it as I went along. I also saw recently that the masterlist hit like 1.2k upvotes and was like 🤯 Y'all really like this hot recycling!? LOL. Jokes, jokes - I'm very honored so many people wanted to read and/or actually liked this 🥺 Admittedly, I think this was the fic that really allowed my blog to flourish, so forreals, I'm really grateful. There were many moments where I was close to abandoning the series, but I'm glad I pushed through and I didn't - prove to myself (and all of you) that I can finish something 😭😂

To the lovely silent readers, the enthusiastic rebloggers, and everyone in between, thank you all so much for being patient and your constant support this past year as I worked through this fic 💙 without further ado, the happy ending (most of) you asked for 🤗

I'm not sure when I'm going to do a series this long again (low-key it was very taxing as much as I enjoyed it😭), but I hope you all enjoy my future works, long or short, just as much. Happy reading!

And for my take care ♥! anon who wanted the Hao sequel/ending - I have a surprise for you in the months to come, so watch out for it! (i.e. i need a little time to write it out 💀 and flesh out the whole story so ksjdfalkdjf)

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Your childhood bedroom was always a safe space for you.

Whether you wanted to hide your tears from your family, you were angry at Jihoon, or just wanted to kick and scream about the latest Eighteen comeback, you could do it all comfortably here, and be completely vulnerable and raw with yourself. It was strategically decorated to reflect your unchanging, yet growing self: a shelf lined with your favorite books from childhood to your teenage years, lilac walls plastered with posters of bands you’ve grown to love throughout the years, and your favorite part: the glow-in-the-dark star stickers on your ceiling.

They were seemingly childish, but you loved them. Whereas most girls your age would’ve opted for fairy lights at this point, you insisted on Jihoon helping you put them up in your last year of high school before he left for university, as short as he is. You didn’t like them because they were particularly aesthetic, no. They were tacky and cheap – sometimes you’d wake up in the morning and find that a star had fallen off overnight. Nonetheless, when your mind raced before falling asleep, anxious over college acceptances, or your heart was feeling heavy, the familiar neon green glow offered you a sense of comfort. With a deep breath, your eyes would scan across your ceiling and walls, and you’d count them until they lulled you to sleep.

They were simple decor, maybe even ugly, but a sense of consistency that you needed, especially in these past few years.

That’s what you were thinking, ironically, counting the glow-in-the-dark stars mindlessly too, when you heard pelting at your window. Crawling out of bed, you switched on your lamp and walked over, flinching when you saw a black pebble sailing at you. Fortunately, the glass of your window deflected it before it would have smacked you right between your eyes.

You leaned over the ledge and peered down onto the driveway.

Choi fucking Seungcheol.

Oddly enough, his shoulders relaxed, slipping his hands into the pockets of his slacks, a soft smile settling on his cherry lips – he seemed almost pleased to see you fuming and hanging out your window ready to yell at him.

What was he doing here? Wasn’t he supposed to be tucked away in bed at his apartment near the university campus? If Seungcheol was here . . . was Jihoon here?

“You’re gonna pay for broken glass if you keep that up,” you hissed.

“Happy to see you too, Y/N,” he grinned dopily.

You rolled your eyes, glancing back to check the time before you replied.

3:28AM.

“What are you doing here? At 4AM?!” you exclaimed.

“I missed you,” Seungcheol teased.

“Choi Seungcheol,” you warned.

He only chuckled – god, how you hated how your brother’s best friend never took you seriously.

“Let me up,” Seungcheol pressed on. He scratched the back of his head looking around. “You have some vines or something?”

You pointed down at the attached garage, a criss-crossed decor on the side leading up to your room. “You can try, but I can also just come down and open the door for you.”

Rolling up the sleeves of his white button up, he smirked. “Nonsense – what’s the thrill in doors when I can do this like the movies.”

“It’s real life, not the,” you paused as he was already shaking the decor to test its sturdiness. “Never mind.”

You watched him hook the toe of his shoe into the bottom hole and hoist himself up with his hands, his forearms flexing in the process. He must’ve been ripped if you could make out the shadows of his muscles if this shit lighting. Catching yourself admiring him too long, you tore your gaze away, rubbing your cheeks to get a better sense of yourself.

This was Choi Seungcheol – your brother’s best friend.

You turned back, noting how the metal was creaking under his weight.

“If you break that –”

“Whoa! Umph!” Seungcheol missed a step and tumbled down.

“Seungcheol!”

He groaned at the soreness shooting through his back. Nervous that he broke his spine and may not be able to ever walk again, you abandoned your spot at the window and raced downstairs. You threw open the front door, forgetting to put shoes on, and rushed across the lawn to his side.

“You idiot,” you stumbled down onto your knees, hands tracing over his body for any injuries. “I told you not to climb that thing.”

He chuckled – after Jihoon, only you would ever be this worried about him after one of his stupid stunts.

“You didn’t tell me to stop,” Seungcheol grunted, pushing himself up into a sitting position.

Scowling, you sat back on your heels to allow for some distance between the two of you.

“You said, ‘it’s real life, not the – never mind,’” he poked your forehead with his pointer and middle finger, “You never finished.”

If he could tease you this much, clearly, he was okay.

“Asshole,” you shoved him, “You can just sleep on the lawn tonight.”

You got up and brushed the grass off your pajamas, heading for the front door that was left agape in your flurry.

“Hey!” Seungcheol pouted, he heaved himself up, wincing at the ache already starting in his lower back, and chased after you. “Wait!”

“Just go home, Seungcheol – or call your chauffeur,” you waved him off, not bothering to look back. “I’m sure Mr. Kang isn’t that far away.”

His thick fingers wrapped around your wrist and tugged you back. You tried your damned best to wriggle out of his hold to no avail – curse him and his newfound obsession with the gym. He was even stronger than before.

He pouted, “I said I missed you.”

“Yeah and?” you furrowed your brows together.

“Is that how you welcome a friend?”

“Technically, you’re Jihoon’s friend.”

“And by default yours.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you groaned in annoyance. This wasn’t going anywhere. “Just . . . go up to Jihoon’s room and sleep there, okay? It’s night – burglars and murderers are out. If we stay out here longer, the neighbors might call the cops. Let alone, you don’t want to wake my dad.”

A pleased smile graced his smug face. Seungcheol pushed passed you and skipped inside. When you entered, he was already running up the stairs.

How odd.

It wasn’t that the two of you weren’t friends, but you weren’t necessarily close enough for him to do things like this either. He was dressed nicely and you could’ve swore you caught a whiff of alcohol when you checked him earlier. You wondered what happened – a night out at the clubs again maybe? Jihoon had mentioned he was “going through a hoe phase.” He had to be drunk for him to come seeking you. Sure, he might’ve missed you but to no extent that he’d come visit you in the dead of night.

When you entered your room, too lost in your musing, you failed to notice Seungcheol already collapsed on your bed.

“Seungcheol,” you moaned, “What are you doing?”

He turned his head to look at you, his bread-like cheeks pressed into your comforter, smiling innocently.

“Get off,” you poked his shoulder.

“No,” he quipped.

You pushed a little harder this time. “Get off – go sleep in Jihoon’s room.”

He only buried his face in your pile of blankets.

“Seungcheol – oof!”

He tugged you onto the bed and crawled onto your lap. Inhaling deeply, you definitely caught a whiff of the alcohol mixed with something sweet. He was definitely drunk – what were you supposed to do? You didn’t have experience dealing with drunk friends.

“Stop yelling at me,” Seungcheol muttered. “Just,” he let out a shallow breath, already nodding off, “Let me sleep here for a bit.”

This was way too intimate of a position for you and your older brother’s best friend. His face? In your lap?

It’d be rude to push him off when he was sleeping so peacefully though. When you had calmed down a bit, you took in his rather ethereal appearance. His lashes were perfectly curled and long – he was so close, you swore you could’ve counted each strand. Your eyes tracing down the straight of his nose, settling on his cherry red pout. It was almost as if he was always wearing lip tint.

You weren’t quite sure why, but you felt an urge to card through his hair. You raised a hand, hovering nervously above his head – do you? Do you not?

You do.

Seungcheol mewled at your touch, eliciting a blush on your cheeks. You were glad he was asleep and couldn’t see how affected you were at such a seemingly small act.

“Missed you,” Seungcheol said again, much more softly this time. “I meant it.”

You only hummed in response.

“Uni sucks.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He winced, snuggling deeper into your thighs.

“Wish it was just you, Jihoon, and me forever.”

You chortled softly. “It can be if you want.”

He didn’t reply afterwards. You were only met with his soft snores.

That night, you never did find out why he came to visit. He was gone before you woke up the next day.

“Have you always liked me?” you asked Seungcheol, staring off at the city below, mindlessly brushing through his dark locks similarly to that night all those years ago.

“Hhmm?” Seungcheol looked up at you.

You smiled, letting your gaze fall to meet his own. His eyes were shining, the city lights reflecting off his dark irises and lighting up like neon green stars in your childhood bedroom.

You were halfway through the summer already. Finals flew by like a train you were trying to catch. Graduation went by like a blur and then the flurry of parties that followed. Seungcheol was slowly starting to pick up responsibilities at Sebong Holding, while you, more shifts at the cafe. He still picked you after your shifts when he could – notably, coming into the cafe this time instead of waiting for you at the street corner.

You had sorted things out with Jisoo as well; admittedly, a little awkward, but he was surprisingly very calm about it, telling you he figured you had your mind set on someone else given how preoccupied all the times the two of you spent together. Jihoon seemed to be the hardest one to convince regarding your relationship. Though he was reluctant and still suspicious, he was . . . slowly warming up to the idea of Seungcheol and you being together – for real. He doesn’t purposely sit in between the two of you anymore during car rides on night outs (“hands to ourselves please,” he’d grumble before and after the trip).

Unfortunately, because of his busy schedule, you found yourself spending less time with Seungcheol than you both had intended this summer. Fortunately, however, that only made all the moments more precious, no matter how big or small. Nothing between the two of you changed since making it “official” per se. As Clara had put it, if you hadn’t come clean and confessed you and Seungcheol were fake dating, no one would have suspected it in the first place.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Hansol had mused, alternating, quirking his eyebrows, “It was all very seamless and oddly natural now knowing that – as if he always had a crush on you or something.”

Tonight was one of those few nights Seungcheol had some free time and asked to go out for a drive to your now shared “safe haven,” simply in hopes of enjoying each other’s presence and the perks of a city view.

“Have you always liked me?” you asked again.

“Why do you ask?” he turned back, pressing his cheek into the palm of his hands.

“Reminds me of the last time we were like this,” you replied. “You remember? My senior year of high school – you showed up throwing rocks at my window.”

It was a bittersweet memory, but he was glad you were in it.

“Yeah,” Seungcheol replied softly.

“Well?”

He sighed. “I can’t say I didn’t think about it growing up.”

“So . . . you faked dated me on purpose?”

“What?” he shot up from his spot on your lap, frowning at you.

You chortled and leaned back on the palm of your hand, tilting your chin towards him.

Seungcheol took it as an opportunity to peck your lips.

“I didn’t really think about liking you,” he looked sideways, considering his words before continuing again, “Liking you romantically until recently, at least. Sure it crossed my mind a couple of times how funny it’d be if we got married because Jihoon,” he noted the way your eyes widened humorously. He scowled at you jokingly, reaching over to cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch nonetheless. “ I’ve always . . . had a soft spot for you though.”

Slowly, a small, shy smile crept onto your face as you paused, letting a comfortable moment of silence pass. You turned your head to graze your lips across his palm.

You shoved his shoulder playfully. “You’re incredibly cheesy, you know that?”

He did know, but he didn’t mind if it was you – not that he’d tell you that right now out loud.

“We’ve come a long way, Y/N.”

Seungcheol snaked his arms around your waist, sliding you across the hood of his car into his embrace. Foreheads touching, Seungcheol slotted his lips against yours, lazily kissing you. He broke away momentarily to let you better slant your head and ease into him – the press of your lips sudden and more fervent.

He didn’t think he could ever get tired of the taste of you.

“I love you,” Seungcheol whispered against your lips, “Gonna miss this when you’re gone.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you whispered back, “We still have time until then,” you placed a chaste peck on the corner of his mouth as if to reassure him, “And it’s not forever.”

“I know,” he whined softly, “Doesn’t mean I still won’t though.”

You let out a breathy chortle. “You’re whipped, Cheol.”

“And who’s fault is that?”

Teeth grazing on his bottom lip, you let them sink in lightly before tugging away to tease him. “I’ll gladly take the blame.”

Seungcheol let out a hesitant breath, unsure if now was a good time to bring up the topic. You weren’t necessarily hard to talk to – communication has been flowing easily between the two of you. The possibility of your relationship being nothing but a fever dream and ending in a month and half was just something he wasn’t sure he wanted – not when he was growing more attached to you by the day. He loved the way you texted him back telling him he was corny with the woozy-faced emoji after every ‘good morning’ message. The way “Cheol” rolled off your tongue sounded like a gentle music box to his ears. He loved the thrill of being able to hold you close when Jihoon wasn’t around.

“Does this mean . . .?” his voice trailed off.

You looked at him coyly, silently urging him to finish.

“You want to keep trying?” He took your hint. “Long-distance and all?”

The corner of your lips twitched up, your eyes flickering to your touching fingers.

“If you don’t know yet, you don’t have to tell me right now,” Seungcheol quickly added, his thumb grazing your chin.

“No, no,” you were quick to reply, “I mean – no, I don’t don’t know yet, but yes, I . . . want this long-term.”

Seungcheol beamed at you. “Really?”

“Really,” your finger mindlessly traced his knuckles shyly, “During and after Greece . . . I’m just . . . nervous.” You breathed out hesitantly.

Seungcheol smiled gently. “I am too, but we’ll figure it out – we always do.”

You nodded silently, dipping your chin into your chest in an attempt to hide your face from him. He could make out the sniffling between your breaths.

“A-are you crying?” Seungcheol chuckled.

“No,” you fibbed.

“Baby girl, you are,” Seungcheol cooed. He raised your chin and swiped at your cheeks.

“You’re just . . . so fucking corny, Cheol,” you smacked his chest lightly.

A low laugh bubbling from his chest, Seungcheol pulled you into his embrace, squeezing you tightly as if you couldn’t be any closer to him. Planting a peck on the crown of your head, he stroked your back, reassuring you, “You are so in love with me.”

Despite having grown up with Seungcheol and having grown with him romantically these past few months, you were still as shy as ever to admit it.

You were.

Epilogue (Bonus): 6 months later, Greece

“What are you doing today?” Seungcheol asked.

You hummed softly, collecting your books and sliding them into your satchel as class was finishing up. The Mediterranean air was thick and humid, the papers sticking to the table rather easily. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you swiped at the sweat forming on your forehead, nodding at your professor on your way out and into the hallways.

“I’m going to go visit the Achilleion Palace,” you told him, “Taking some pictures and gathering inspiration for a project.”

“That sounds exciting,” Seungcheol mused.

“It is,” you smiled softly to yourself, “I wish you were here to see it with me.”

“Yeah?”

You rolled your eyes, descending down the steps of the lecture hall. “Of course.”

“I wish I was there too,” he said back to you. “Send me some photos alright? At least I can live vicariously through you.”

“Okay.”

“I gotta get back to work –”

“We are now boarding for gate 3A,” a formal voice sounded in the background.

Your brows furrowed together. “Are you traveling right now for your dad?”

“Uhh, no,” Seungcheol hummed, “Just . . . picking a client.”

“Huh – you’ve never done that before.”

“Well, when duty calls and they’re important.”

“Fine,” you shrugged. He had no reason to lie to you.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” you relented.

“Love you,” he sang.

“I guess . . . I do too.”

“Very convincing sweetheart, but I know you do,” he smooched into the receiver. “Only 146 more days until I see you.”

“You’re still counting?!”

“What kind of long-distance boyfriend would I be if I wasn't?”

You both bid goodbye and hung up. Walking back to your dorm, you couldn’t shake off the strange feeling in your chest.

Something wasn’t quite right.

The Achilleion Palace was magnificent.

A three-story, stark white building surrounded by the greenery of the island by the clear blue water, you were in sheer awe that you had the privilege to come here and see it in person. You had seen pictures of it in textbooks, but none of the pictures did it justice. Nonetheless, you had taken out your camera to snap photos of the grand entrance.

You waited momentarily for the tourists to clear before you aimed the lens at the building, making a point to ensure the marble pillars were symmetrical on either side of the shot. Just as you were about to snap the photo though, an annoying young man dressed in a black t-shirt and white shorts walked straight across your view.

Your finger was poised, ready to press the button as he lingered along the edges, but then he walked across again.

“Fucking prick,” you groaned, lowering your camera.

You narrowed your eyes following after him. Suddenly, he was making a beeline towards you. As he grew closer, from his wide eyes to plush pout, his features were coming together and growing all too familiar.

“Choi Seungcheol!” you feigned annoyance as you called after him. You tried your best to control your breathing, but it only grew uneven by the second.

He grinned widely at the sound of his name, suddenly taking off in a run towards you. He laughed loudly, scooping you up into his chest and spinning you around. You squealed, clasping tightly around his shoulders. God how you missed his touch and the way you could almost never fully wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.

“What are you doing here?” you asked breathlessly as if you were the one running. Your hands slipped down against his chest.

“Surprise?” he offered instead.

You scoffed. “You were at the airport earlier.”

His hand played with your waist, tilting his head coyly at you feigning innocence. “And?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“That’d defeat the purpose of a surprise, sweetheart.”

“I don’t like surprises,” you fake pouted.

Seungcheol pointed to the empty space behind him. “Should I? Should I go home then?”

“No!” you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist. “I-I . . . I missed you.”

“That’s what I thought,” he chortled, kissing into the crown of your head. “Missed you too.”

“You’re already here, so you might as well just stay . . . maybe a few days.”

“How about a week?” Seungcheol offered.

Eyes wide, you pulled back. “A week?!”

He winked at you.

“Wait how?” you frowned. You mind flitted back to the few news articles about the Sebong heir making more public appearances at events these days. “Don’t you have work?”

“Work,” he paused, trying his best to suppress his grin, “In Greece, yeah.”

A moment of silence passed as you peered up at him through your lashes, your heart swelling and manifesting itself on your lips into a stupid, hopelessly in love grin. It had been months since he kissed you goodbye at the airport and when you thought you wouldn’t see him until next year, he was here, in flesh, in your arms. The phone calls and text messages throughout the day were nice and comforting, but nothing beat seeing him in real time.

“I’ll be a little busy some days, but I’ll make time to come see you,” he reached for your hand, loosely holding it and running his thumb across your knuckles.

Some would argue that your time being together a little more than a year at this point was all part of the process and this giddy feeling whenever you saw one another was just part of your “honeymoon phase” that would soon start to fade. You’d like to think you and Seungcheol were different, however. Your relationship with one another was like a honeymoon phase that lasted a lifetime because you enjoyed all the little things about one another and with each other. It’s not that you were naive and weren’t expecting any problems to arise, but you’d hope that you could work through those and ride out this love story like they write in fanfiction on Tumblr.

Perhaps you were loopy on feelings, but Choi Seungcheol was truly something else – a good something else.

Launching yourself into his chest, you whispered those three damned words you were once so afraid of: “I love you.”

#seungcheol x reader #scoups x reader #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol angst #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fanfic

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lewkwoodnco · 7 months

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Cruel Summer (Part 1) - Lockwood x Reader

A/N: Based off of Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift. Can be read as a stand-alone fic or to a prequel to the august fic (which is a prequel to the alcott fic). This fic got rlllly long and I'm finishing up the second half of this right now. For this fic, reader shares the attic with Lucy. Enjoy!

chronological order: timeless cruel summer (pt 1, pt 2) august (tsitp version) the alcott

She woke up with a gasp, broken out of what was likely the deepest (if sweatiest - she had fallen asleep under a mountain of blankets) sleep in her life. She was normally a very light sleeper (part of her subconscious was almost always awake, taking note of everything until she woke up) so it was highly disorienting to wake up without knowing anything about what had happened for the past few hours. With everyone else off running errands, she had decided to take a little nap, that became a big nap, and she could just make out the fading dusk glowing in her window. That still didn’t answer the question of what had woken her up.

There it was again, that sharp rap that had yanked her awake. It was coming from the window, as if it was hailing. She stumbled over and pushed the window open with considerable effort, still groggy from the nap she so desperately wanted to return to. She squinted, barely making out the form of Lockwood standing outside in his coat, one hand full of pebbles and the other pulled back as he took aim. He straightened when he saw her face, waving to catch her attention, as if the street wasn’t empty and she wasn’t already looking right at him.

“Hi!”

“What?”

“You sound cheerful.”

She started to close the window. “Hey, hey! I was only kidding.”

“What do you want?” She hadn’t meant for that last part to come out that whiny, but her limited patience was already wearing thin. The dusk air was cool and pleasant and the soothing twilight was painting the grey buildings with this liquid lilac glow. A gentle breeze tickled her nose, and she decided that closing her eyes for a while wouldn’t hurt.

“I’ve locked myself out, left my keys on the mantle. Lucy and George won’t be back for ages. I was hoping you could…Y/N? Y/N?” He laughed. “Did you just fall asleep at the window?”

That jerked her awake, even though she was at the brink of slipping off again. The light was fading fast, making Lockwood’s silhouette even hazier, until she could only make out the glint of his polished rapier. The cooling dusk air combined with her high temperature from being bundled in those blankets made her feel feverish, and she blamed her sleep-addled brain for making Lockwood look so delectable in the dim light. In a way, she had been watching Lockwood like this for weeks now. Stealing glances and brushes in milliseconds during the day and dreaming of him and their cat-and-mouse game all night long; so disarming and wicked and forever out of her reach, a torturous yet addictive death. As if it was too electrifying to love directly, they turned to more Shakespearean adjacent ways of loving, from balconies and windows. She was brought back to the present by the rattling of Lockwood scattering the remaining pebbles.

“Sorry about that, by the way. And this, it’s not like me to forget my keys.”

“Are you kidding? I’m always waiting for you to be waiting below.” She quipped, pulling her face from the window as she imagined him rolling his eyes. She grabbed his keys on the way to the door, and sure enough, he was standing there with a half-smile, laughing as she made an exaggerated show of forcing his keys deep into his coat pocket. His breath hitched as she drew her hand out, which felt aflame and buzzing with static even with layers of clothing between them. The devil on her shoulder urged her to take the gamble of kissing him right there on their front doorstep.

But the light shifted, and the moment passed, and they slightly stepped away from each other as she awkwardly withdrew her hand.

“I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“How’d you guess?” She immediately felt stupid for asking that question when she had drifted off right in front of him (or two storeys above him) just now.

“You seem a little…sluggish. Like your thoughts are all over the place.” She nodded, choosing not to tell him how her haywire thoughts had nothing to do with sleeping and everything to do with him.

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A couple of nights later, they were out on another job. She and Lockwood were in an alley, one not quite as rundown as they were expecting, waiting for a signal from George and Lucy, who were a few streets up ahead, to start chasing the Dark Spectre they were locking down on. It was taking so long that Lockwood had started fidgeting with the abandoned vending machine. Watching paint dry was more interesting than waiting around on a job while the acid of anxiety ate a hole through your stomach.

With a sudden crackle of electricity that made her jump, the vending machine creaked to life, its strained electrical hum sounding nearly deafening in the quiet of the night. Watching the exact moment the vending machine lit up Lockwood's body, giving it such a vitality that she nearly wasn't sure where the hum was coming from, enamoured her even more. As they both shielded their eyes, slowly blinking to adjust to the sudden brightness, she basked in this new wave of attraction, burning her wildly thumping heart.

It was almost unfair to be forced to stand there and watch him tap at the machine experimentally, entirely oblivious to the effect he was having on her. Lockwood was like a bad sunburn and the balm that healed it, a heat that melted her face off and the lemonade that cooled her down. It was cruel. It was a bizarre experience, to say the least, drinking stale pop in near pitch-black darkness to wash down the fear gripping their throats.

"You alright? Not too tired from all this waiting around?"

Waiting around for you, maybe. "No, I'm fine." I'm so cool, so totally normal about this, about you, about the faintly blue blinding light burning the side of your face, about the shadows on your face and in between your knuckles-

She heard rather than saw the hiss of the magnesium flare thrown up into the inky sky, quickly engulfed by darkness. They ran off almost instinctively, drinks abandoned, Lockwood's hands not long forgotten.

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Sometimes, after a case Lockwood would cosy up in the library while everyone else went to bed. That wasn't news. What might have been news was how she sometimes crept down from the attic to join him. That was where she was right now, and Lockwood was asking if she really was alright, and it was all seeming a little hazy to her.

A few hours ago, she had slipped in a puddle of slush which unfortunately sent her tumbling down with her ribs landing on the edge of the curb with a stabbing pain. It knocked the wind out of her, but she didn't expect much from it beyond a nasty bruise, so she dusted herself off and kept running. Only after a bit of running she began to feel a painful prickling as well, and it must have shown on her face, if Lockwood's occasional suspicious glances were any indication. Later, once they were home, she realised the stabbing pain had come from some broken pieces of glass piercing her skin. With Lucy's help she had managed to get out most of the pieces, but she kept finding more as she tossed and turned in bed. Finally giving up, she had decided to join Lockwood in the library, foolishly not anticipating his interrogation.

"Well?" His tone was almost accusatory. "How bad was the fall?"

"I'm totally fine," she put on her best injured tone, which wasn't hard, given how restless picking out the fine glass had made her. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Sure." There had been just a hint of playfulness in her voice, but Lockwood had picked up on it.

"I'm being serious, you know."

"So am I!"

"Are you?"

Lockwood stared at her sternly, and she returned the look. Two can play a game. He clearly didn't believe her flimsy smoothing over of the incident and she was painfully aware of that, but there was simply no other alternative.

How was she supposed to tell him that he only liked her because she was shiny and new? Whatever they had, this push-and-pull, it wasn't comforting or peaceful. It was nerve-wracking, nausea inducing, certainly not for the faint of heart. There simply was no room for tending to scrapes and bruises together, their relationship didn't allow for it. Hell, she'd die before seeming weak in front of him. And there was nothing wrong with that. She'd built up this rough, blunt exterior for their sparks to bounce off of before anyone got hurt. Sure, it didn't leave much time for the sparks to stick around, and it did create a tumultuous upheaval of emotions sometimes, but it was nothing she couldn't learn to live with.

And so she shook her head a final time, as Lockwood reluctantly returned to his tea and paper.

#anthony lockwood imagine #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x you #fanfiction #lockwood & co #lockwood and co netflix #lockwood x y/n #lockwood and co #fanfic #cruel summer #taylor swift #lover

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mackeydoodledoo · 1 year

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Burning Sun: Chapter 7

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You've seen her in the school halls, the cafeteria, anywhere really. You, for the longest time, hoped... Wanted to be noticed by Rosalie Hale. However, you give up when you realize it was getting you nowhere... Throughout high school and just some time after the high school years, Rosalie’s true feelings come to fruition.

Chapter Warnings: Light-Angst, Light-NSFW

Chapter Theme: The Ghost of You - My Chemical Romance

Key: Italics = Thought, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Italic = Thought but out loud

A/n: None

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“I’m...” Rosalie begins

As she looks at you, the anxiety builds as you hold her gaze...

“I’m a vampire y/n...” Rosalie finally confesses

You just stand right in front of her, not moving an inch.

“No shit Rosalie,” You say, no tone in your voice

Rosalie looks at you; absolutely dumbfounded. It wasn’t the response she was expecting.

“You never eat when you’re around me nor my friends, when I hugged you back when I was the only person at your sleepover; how I realized you were absolutely freezing to the touch,” You explain, “I saw how your golden eyes illuminated in the shitty school lights, and how pale your skin was compared to some of my pale friends....”

“W-wait Y/n, I don’t get it... You’re saying-”

“I knew the entire time,” You confess

“Why-Why didn’t you say anything then?!” She asks

“I wanted you to be the one to tell me,” You answer, “But, you never did so... I didn’t say anything. Plus, I didn’t say anything out of fear that I would be killed for knowing.”

“Hah, you’re dumb,” Rosalie continues to play the stubborn blonde, “My family wouldn’t kill you. We’d... Simply welcome you into the family... Like they did with Bella...”

“Makes sense since she’s around Edward a lot of the time,” You reply

“You wouldn’t want to be around vampires Y/n, you’d be playing a dangerous game,” Rosalie continues, “I’m already tired of being roped into one thanks to Bella...”

“Can’t help that you’re always coming back around to me,” You sigh under your breath

In the brink of a second, your back hits the bed mattress, wrists pinned to both sides of your head.

“It’s not my fault that I find myself unable to stay away from you, no matter how far you are from Forks,” She growls

“How am I irresistible to you?” You ask, attempting to break free frothier hold, “I was the LEAST popular kid in that entire school.”

“Because you excite me!” She confesses

*Rosalie’s POV* You could hear the blood rushing to her cheeks, turning them a shade of pink.

“H-how do I excite you?” She asks

“You were willing to do things for me despite some situations put you in danger,” You say

It’s your blood... I want to taste it... So damn bad...

But you knew it would drive you absolutely insane if you tried to taste her blood. You were resisting out of fear of killing her.

“Come on, all crazy asses did shit for people they cared about,” She scoffs

“But last night, at the race, you stood up for me,” You bring up, “If you really didn’t care about me you wouldn’t have done anything.”

“That was my chivalric ass,” She continues making up excuses

“Liar,” You say, “I know you feel something for me...”

“Fuck you,” She says

She lifts her head to attach her lips to yours. You sigh as you lean your head down as Y/n puts her head back onto the bed. You take your hands off of Y/n’s wrists to wrap around her head.

“Feisty aren’t you?” You ask, smirking

“Shut up,” She replies, panting for air

+*+

You wished you could have limited stamina again.

Falling asleep in your embrace would be the best feeling in the world...

“You can always pretend to sleep you know,” Y/n wakes

“But, it’s not the same as actually sleeping,” You chuckle

“I know but, the feeling would be there right?” She asks

“I don’t know, been by myself for a long time,” You say

“Hmm...” She hums, “Come on...”

She switches onto her backs she swoops you into her embrace.

“Here,” She says, “How about that?”

Absolute bliss...

You close your eyes as you let your focus go to Y/n’s heartbeat. You sigh as you felt her fingers trail through your hair.

“What do you want to do today?” She asks

“Don’t you have assignments due?” You ask

“I do but I also think we have to get you back to Forks, I’m pretty sure your family is worried about you.” She says

“I can hunt on my own for a few days,” You sigh

“You’re in the concrete jungle.” Y/n tells you, “There’s nothing but humans here.”

You didn’t want to admit but she was right, you were on a college campus with hundreds if not thousands of humans...

“You’re right,” You sigh

You begin getting up to get yourself ready to go, but Y/n drags you right back into her.

“Who said we need to leave now?” She asks, smiling

+*+

*Y/n’s POV* Eventually you felt overheated underneath the blankets and began going through your remaining schoolwork for the week.

“I’ll be done with this in about ten minutes and then we can begin driving back to Forks,” You tell Rosalie

The entire time Rosalie was sitting around your apartment whilst you continued to work through assignments early before the week began.

+*+

Even though you barely did anything throughout the day other than sitting at your laptop all day, you were exhausted.

“If at any point you want me to drive you can,” Rosalie tells you, “I don’t need sleep.”

“We’re about halfway through the drive already and you’re the one being dropped off so, would look absolutely stupid if we arrived to your place and I’m the one in the driver’s seat,” You chuckle

It was mostly an awkward silence after your last statement.

“Rosalie,” You call to her

“Hmm?” She replies, not taking her eyes off of the setting sun underneath the treeline

You turn your head to look at her for a second, but you saw the sparkle against her skin. You turn your head back to focus on the road.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me that you were a vampire?” You ask, “We’ve had many one on ones.”

“It’s complicated,” She says, “There are other vampires that hold a higher status over my family and... They would kill anyone and everyone who knows of our existence...”

“Down with the hierarchy,” You chuckle, trying to joke

“You don’t understand how powerful they are, especially with their guard,” Rosalie’s tone turns serious, “They would absolutely annihilate you and my family.”

“Alright alright, point taken,” You put your hand on her thigh

Rosalie jolts her head to your hand. You knew you felt her eyes stinging through your head.

“S-sorry,” You clear your throat, taking your hand away

“How long have you known?” She asks

*Rosalie’s POV* You were trying to prevent yourself from freaking out... Like you did on Royce and his friends the night you almost died. So, you just simply asked a different question.

“Awhile,” She answers, “Almost four years at least...”

“You... You didn’t tell anyone right?” You ask

“I didn’t. Like I said, I waited for you to tell me so I kept quiet about it,” She reiterates

+*+

*Y/n’s POV* As you put your car in park, you stare at Rosalie as she does the same for you.

“Thanks for... Standing up for me,” Rosalie breaks the silence

“Anything for you,” You answer

Rosalie leans forward, leaning over the console.

“Rose... What are you doing?” You ask, slowly, but unknowingly leaning forward

“One last thing before I leave,” She smiles

Oh... A kiss...

But, you let it come. You don’t stop it, and you don't push her away. You welcome it.... Like an old friend. Rosalie pulls herself away to let you process the gesture.

“Oh Rosalie,” You sigh

You lean back towards her: catching her lips.

“I’m-I’m willing to try,” You say between kisses

“What?” She asks, pulling away to let you breathe

“I’m willing to try us,” You repeat, “But, I need to know if you’re willing to try too.”

*Rosalie’s POV* Almost instantly you nod your head, smiling as you lean forward again, kissing Y/n.

“I’ve missed this so much,” You confess

Y/n chuckles as she gives you a lighter kiss.

“I think your family is waiting for you, your dad especially,” Y/n sighs in disappointment

You look out the front windshield and there they were” Carlisle and Esme, standing in the headlights of Y/n’s car.

“You’re welcome in my place anytime Rose,” Y/n half-smiles

“Thanks Y/n, I’ll see you later,” You pull yourself away unwillingly

*Y/n’s POV* You watch as Rosalie exits your car and up the stairs to her forest mansion.

Maybe... It will be different this time.

Chapter 8

#Rosalie Hale #Rosalie Hale x Reader #rosalie hale imagine #rosalie twilight #twilight saga #female reader

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filmbyjy · 2 years

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JAM OUT - twenty-five! submissive hoon??

synopsis > who knew you’d break the first rule of being in a friends with benefits relationship? maybe it was lee heeseung himself that made you catch feelings. either ways, he doesn’t do feelings and you knew that. as your relationship with heeseung strains so does the band. what happens then?

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WARNING: mentions of sex/intercourse and sexual jokes here. do read with caution. oof and this is quite a lot of angst so umm yeah👍🏻 I really channeled something while writing this😬

jay knocks on your bedroom door and you opened it.

“ready to go?” you eyed him up and down.

“why are you wearing like you’re about to go to a fucking club?” you questioned the boy.

“because that’s park jongseong for you.” sunghoon says as he appears from around the corner. jay shoves sunghoon and they both start bickering.

“yah yah, can you both idiots not fight? ni-ki is asleep.” you point to your bed. both boys look between you and the younger boy.

“did you two-” smack. you hit sunghoon’s shoulder. he winces. jay hisses at the loud smack.

“what were you going to say, park sunghoon?” you gave him a creepy smile.

“n-nothing, mommy.” sunghoon says. you rolled your eyes.

“dude, what the fuck.” jay gags.

“ignore him, he likes being submissive.”

“nah, did you two fu-”

“sext. we only sexually texted and it was years ago.”

“it was 4 years ago, okay.” sunghoon admits.

“so you’re telling me i’m the only one who hasn’t fooled around with you.” jay folds his arm.

“well, you don’t like me that way and besides, would you really wanna fool around with me when you adore my brother so much?”

“well…”

“you’re thinking about it. stop, jongseong.”

“look…you’re hot and well…”

“that’s what jake said.”

“how adorable.” jay deadpans. “listen, you still have to explain what the fuck is going on. you can’t just leave me and hoon out of this.”

“what about huening?” you say.

“huening is always clueless.”

“yeah, taehyun will fill him in. don’t worry.” jay says.

“fine, let’s go somewhere.” you walked away.

“where?” the boys followed you.

“somewhere quiet and somewhere no one knows about.”

“does it require a car?” jay asks. you looked at him.

“yeah.” jay jingles his car keys around.

“then let’s go.” he throws the keys to you and you caught it.

you drove the boys over to a secluded spot. they shut the door to the car and looked up at the building.

“are you sure, this is safe?” jay asks.

“yeah. just don’t fall in any hole.” you say.

“this is the part where I die.” sunghoon dramatically says.

“oh shut it, hoon. me and heeseung have done this a bunch of times.”

“heeseung hyung? is this spot yours and heeseung’s?” jay asks.

“yeah. we made this our meeting spot back then in high school. it’s a place where he could clear his mind off things and a place where I could run away and escape from reality.”

“and now…” sunghoon trails off.

“it’s left with bittersweet moments.” you say.

“bittersweet moments like? tell us more about how heeseung was back in high school with you. he didn’t always like telling stories about in the past. he says it’s too suckish and lame.” you laughed before settling down on a spot that you and heeseung always sat at.

the two boys sat down with you. you threw them beer cans.

“well, it does sound like heeseung.” you sighed. “i’ll tell you everything and how he was with me.”

back then, it was simple. you and heeseung have been very close. he was your best friend and will always be your best friend. until you caught feelings for him.

“i’ll be truly honest with you. i’ve known heeseung since middle school.” the boys gasp.

“tell us more about how was back in middle school. I think I can blackmail the shit out of him.” sunghoon smirks. you shook your head whilst laughing.

“sorry hoon, i’m saving myself from possibly getting murdered by him. he hated himself in middle school.”

“aww come on, just one photo.” sunghoon begs you.

“bro, please stop. it makes you look like a bottom.” jay says.

“well.” sunghoon pouts.

“for your info, sunghoon is in fact a bottom. he loves to be pegged.” you joked.

“NO I DON’T!” sunghoon yells.

both you and jay laughed.

“i’m kidding. now, let me continue with my story.” you say.

heeseung was like you said, your bestest friend. he has known you for so long and has known most of your secrets. ones that you’ve never told even jungwon. he treated you with such care back then and as time passed, heeseung starts to change.

“he wasn’t like himself. well, not entirely himself. I don’t know what happened and how he really changed into this fuckboy shit but it happened.”

when heeseung changed and became the fuckboy he was today…he started ignoring you. he didn’t care about what you did and never bothered to check up on you. it was like he was a robot. filled with no emotions. he lived his life without a care in the world when in fact he did care in the past.

“i know he may show care because he is with you guys but you guys don’t know how different he was in middle school as compared to now.”

while heeseung didn’t show care to you. your feelings have never changed, you tried to talk to him. get him to hang out with you but he only replied with “i’m busy.” or “sorry but this chick I’ve been talking to just texted and asked to meet up. sorry (name).”

it hurt you. it hurt you a lot to see the boy you fell in love with ignoring you just for a random hook up. which was why in college, you decided to possibly dress up more womanly. hence, you let that fateful day happened. you never regretted having sex with heeseung but a part of you did regret when he decided to go back to how he was the next day.

“I don’t know why it was so hard to fucking see that he will never like me that way.”

“then why did you let heeseung be your fwb?” sunghoon asks.

“because I love him.”

with heeseung randomly asking you to be friends-with-benefits, you thought of it on the bright side. at least, he admitted that you were the best person he had an intercourse with. which made you superior to the other sexual partners he had. you were ecstatic so you agreed. for a month and a half, both you and heeseung well had sex a lot of times (he had a high sex drive, which isn’t a surprise judging by the amount partners he had)

when it hit the 2nd month, you noticed heeseung (after the aftercare) texting and smiling on his phone so you curiously asked. he simply replies, “oh just some girl i’m talking to.” he gets his shirt and pants back on. “I’ll leave alright? need to meet up with her.” he smiles before closing your bedroom door. you were left there in shock.

“he wanted us to be exclusive and be loyal to each other but he started fucking around again. after having sex with me, he would leave to go on a date with someone else. I was so fucking upset.” tears began to fall. both sunghoon and jay turned to each other. jay wipes the tears falling from your eyes.

you hesitated to tell him because you knew he wouldn’t care. which was why you decided to fuck around with jake. which was obviously not a good plan because you only hurt yourself in the process (though jake is extremely nice). you knew heeseung would get mad especially knowing you two were exclusive but if he could go around with other girls…why couldn’t you do the same?

“i just wish we didn’t have sex in the first place so our friendship wouldn’t get fucked up. i most definitely wish I didn’t fall in love with him.” jay holds you close and so you cried on his chest. sunghoon gently caresses your back, to comfort you.

“fuck, we didn’t know it was this bad (name). we’re so sorry.”

“yeah. if it makes you feel any better, we could maybe put a distance between us and heeseung?” sunghoon suggests. you sniffled.

“no hoon, you guys are his friends. it’s not right for me to stop your friendship with him because of our problems.”

“(name), no. you don’t understand. he hurt you and you are our friend too. we aren’t going to side with someone who hurt our friend.” jay says.

“god, what did I do to deserve you guys.” you groaned. sunghoon snickers.

“we are your friends (name). we would do anything for you.”

“even if it means…decelis disbands.” jay says.

“decelis disbands…fuck, forgot we are in band.” you say.

“our fans are going to be sad.” sunghoon says.

“well, it’s better to disband then to you know continue.”

you hear footsteps walking towards you. then you noticed…it was heeseung. he was smiling and holding haerin’s hand. once he notices you were there along with sunghoon and jay…he pauses.

“(name).” heeseung says.

“you brought a girl to our spot?”

“yeah, we said we’d bring our significant other here eventually and well…me and haerin are dating.”

“heeseung, we promised to do that if we truly loved our partner.”

“yeah and I love haerin.” heeseung says. it fell silent. there was an obvious thick tension in the air and you hated it.

heeseung loved haerin?

jay notices how you were tearing up again. he clenches his fist before voicing out.

“dude, you caught us on the wrong time. I think it’s best if you leave.”

“what? no. it’s my secret spot too. it’s not just (name)’s.”

“well too bad, it’s not yours anymore so get the fuck out.”

“i’m (name)’s friend too.” heeseung says.

“not anymore. the moment you walked out of our house and moved. you aren’t our friend and most certainly not (name)’s friend anymore.” sunghoon glared at heeseung.

it was truly terrifying to see jay angry but sunghoon? god, it sent shivers down heeseung’s spine. he was ten times worse then jay.

“get the fuck out, now.” sunghoon sternly says. heeseung doesn’t say a word, too shocked at how they were speaking to him. jay cocks his brow and scoffs.

“better yet. how about you take this dump. since you’re such a piece of shit, we’ll get out of your way.” jay grabs your hand and pulls you away from the place.

“oh and clean up while you’re at it. at least be a decent human being since this is now your place.” sunghoon adds before he continues to follow you and jay out of the building.

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A3! Troupe Event: MY WORST WEDDING | Event Story Translation (4/11)

Neither Japanese nor English is my first language so please forgive me if I made mistake. However, feel free to point me out, I’d love to hear your feedbacks on the translation ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Azami: Fuah~...

Kumon: Did you not sleep well?

Azami: I had a bit trouble falling asleep. I couldn’t tell Sakyo not to stay up late working on his stuff.

Kumon: Come to think of it, Sakyo-san’s sister came to our dorm yesterday right~. Did something happen?

Azami: Seems like she came to consult about Sakyo’s mother.

Kumon: Heh~. Sakyo-san’s mother is such a kind person, isn’t she!

Azami: You know her?

Kumon: She is nii-chan’s fan and she’s been supporting him all the time!

Azami: Ah–, is that so.

Kumon: I think she’ll come to Autumn Troupe’s next performance.

Azami: Now that you mention it, I’ve been thinking a lot ‘bout Juza-san’s hair makeup this time…

Kumon: Ah–! Wait! No spoilers here!

Azami: Hah?

Kumon: He’s a former soldier this time, so it’ll def be really cool...

I want to know, but I want to challenge myself without knowing anything until the performance starts…!

Azami: That’s impossible. We’re in the same dorm after all.

Kumon: Still no spoilers anyhow!

Azami: Well, I haven’t decided on Juza-san's hair makeup yet. Only Taichi-san’s role Olivia has costume coordination today.

Kumon: Ah, Taichi-san’s role is the woman who deceives the grooms right? I’m really looking forward to it!

*Shifts to practice room*

Izumi: Taichi-kun, it looks good on you! The impression has drastically changed.

Taichi: Heheh, I’ve turned into a perfect beautiful woman!

Yuki: It’s not that bad, is it.

Banri: Heh~, Olivia’s hair is purple, huh.

Azami: I’ve thought about it a lot, but this will suit the scene when she appears in the story.

The makeup also matches the color of the wig though, this looks fine.

Then, I’ll remove the makeup after the photoshoot, so Banri-san, please try doing it this time.

Banri: Roger that.

*Short timeskip*

Azami: Make the line a bit thicker here–– About this much.

Banri: …It’s done.

Azami: As expected of Banri-san, your sense is good.

Taichi: Oh~, it’s exactly the same as before!

Banri: When I actually tried Azami’s makeup, I can see that you think a lot about various things in detail. That’s awesome.

Azami: Obviously.

Banri: Well, but I only did the makeup just like the sample photo, so once I get used to it, I think I’ll be able to speed up even faster right before actual performance.

Yuki: And the rest are the costumes that go well with this hair makeup but— I bring lots of outfits for you guys to base on.

Izumi: This time main focus is the hair makeup, so the costumes will be later.

Yuki: First of all, this and this, try adjusting the sweatsuit lightly.

Taichi: ——How is it!?

Yuki: Your legs are so masculine!

Izumi: Zero’s costume was the one with the legs out right.

Yuki: Zero’s lively personality matched with the vibe Taichi’s legs give off, but the image this time is a bit different.

If they are put out as usual, it’ll definitely look manlike. The makeup will be mismatched and out of place.

Taichi: I’ll lose my muscles before the performance~.

Banri: Building muscles might be within your reach, but isn’t it impossible to lose them?

Taichi: Uh, maybe if I try not to use them as much as possible…?

Azami: You might not be able to move your body when you’re Noah.

Taichi: Ah~ That’s right!

Yuki: I’m not even asking for you to do something in particular. Just don’t gain any more muscles.

Since I’ll style the costumes according to Taichi’s body shape to match the hair makeup. Tighten his waist with a corset for example…

I think it might work if we cover his broad shoulders with a jacket, and show his skin with knee-high boots.

Izumi: That sounds great!

Taichi: As expected of Yuki-chan!

Yuki: Even if you only show the very least of your skin, I think the key here is that you can create a sexy look of the wicked woman.

Banri: I see… So there are various ways.

Azami: It’s also the same with different skin qualities though, it’s difficult to match because there are differences between men and women’s body shapes.

Yuki: It’s worth thinking about how to style the costumes for each roles considering actors’ body type anyway, I’m even more fired up.

Izumi: That’s the best part of being a costume designer, right.

Yuki: Taichi too, if you perform on stage in the costumes that are fit into your body, you’ll be able to act with confidence, won’t you.

Taichi: Yuki-chan!!

Banri: Our costume designer is really reliable.

Azami: (You’ll be more confident if wearing outfits that look good on you…)

Izumi: Well then, I’m looking forward to the costumes too.

Yuki: Leave it to me.

Azami: …Yuki-san, there’s something I’d like to talk to you about.

Yuki: ?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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The North Star - Part Five: Ask Me Again (NSFW) - Terry Bruno x Reader

Welcome to mine and @the-hinky-panda The Bronx universe featuring our favs Terry Bruno & Mike Duarte.

This story takes place several years after 'Blood Out'. Terry still lives in the Bronx and works in Manhatten SVU.

Following on from @the-hinky-panda story 'The Dog' Mike has retired from the NYPD on medical grounds due to seizures causes by the attack. He has a therapy dog called Bono and lives with @the-hinky-panda character Meredith.

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Part One: Moments

You fall asleep on the car ride home, Terry’s jacket draped over you, pulled up to your chin. The temperature had dropped by the time you left Meredith’s. He runs hot, he always has but he knows you feel the cold. This thing with Paul, and this case it’s exhausting you. You’ve stayed late the last couple of nights, and he sees the weight pressing down on your shoulders. The robberies are high profile, increasingly violent and now they’ve taken an even darker turn which is how they’ve landed at your feet. The victims are mostly from City Park and the Spencer Estates, the latest now being Morris Park. The homeowners are not Upper East Side rich, but the items that were stolen were heirlooms, past down from generation to generation. Duarte thinks there’s something in that, all these pieces are one of a kind, historical items, each of their stories running so deep you can feel the echo of generations when you look at the pictures.

He turns down Billy Joel on the radio as he pulls up in front of his apartment building. His head tilts towards you and he smiles. You’re curled up in the heated seat, head resting against the window. There’s a contented smile on your features and he loves that, loves the fact you feel comfortable enough with him to let your guard down.

A little wine, some good food, and excellent company can solve all the world’s woes.

“Hey pretty girl,” he says softly into the darkness of the car as he uses gentle fingertips to brush a strand of hair away from your features. “We’re home.”

“Hm…” You grumble, shuffling further down into the confines of his jacket. “Leave me, I’m comfortable here.”

Terry chuckled, his thumb tracing over the apple of your cheek. You leaned into his touch, your lips brushing over the base of his palm.

“I’m not letting you sleep in the car.” He says with a smile as he undoes your seatbelt.

“Always such a hardass.” You mumble, rubbing the back of your wrist across your tired eyes.

“Somebody has to take care of you.”

“You always do.” You told him resolutely. “I trust you more than I trust myself sometimes.”

“Nah, you’ve got good instincts.” Terry said. His fingertips caught the delicate gold chain around your throat, following the trail down to the centre of your chest where that tiny compass resided. “You just need to listen to them.”

“I do.” You told him, your gaze lowering to the compass between his fingertips. “When I’m not sure where I’m headed, I look down at this and think what would Terry do? And then I do the opposite.”

Terry rolled his eyes before releasing the compass.

“My girl, the comedian.”

There was silence for a second as Terry unclasped his own seatbelt and removed the keys from the steering console.

“I do want to move in with you, you know?” You said abruptly, the words spilling from your lips. “It’s just hard for me.”

“I know.” He said, his lips pursing together grimly, his fingers wrapping around the steering wheel. “Meredith told me.”

“I didn’t want you to see me as a victim, the work you do…” You trailed off, swallowing hard against the well of emotion in your chest. “I didn’t want you to have that in your home life too.”

“I don’t see you as a victim.” Terry said inclining his head towards you. “I see you as a survivor. You went through something awful at the hands of someone who was supposed to care about you and you’re still standing. Do you know how much strength it takes to do that?” Terry asked, angling his body towards you. “To get yourself out of that situation. You must have been terrified and you pushed through it. I admire that, I respect that.”

“Look…” Terry said meeting your gaze. His hand reached out to clasp yours, his thumb trailing over the indentation of your knuckles. “Move in with me, don’t move in with me. It doesn’t matter. I just want you feel safe, I want you to be able to sleep at night and know that everything’s going to be ok, that nothing is going to hurt you.”

“I love you; you know that?” You told him, leaning in close and inhaling that intoxicating scent. Your fingertips traced over the line of his jaw, your lips brushing over his softly. “Sometimes I look at you and I wonder how I got so lucky.”

“Luck had nothing to do with it.” Terry said quietly as he kissed you. “The two of us, it’s fate.”

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“Ask me again.” You whisper against his lips. You have him at your mercy, your hands threaded in his hair as you straddle his lap, his cock buried deep inside of you. There’s a flush across both of his cheeks, it reminds you of peaches and cream as you arch just a little taking him even deeper. His eyes are wild, locked on yours as you rock just a little coaxing a low moan from his throat. You have him at his peak, standing at the crest of the mountain and you are right there with him. His calloused palms roam up your curve of your back, clasping you close, holding on for dear life.

“Move in with me.”

His voice is husky and rough, his pupils blown as you sink down on him once more, tugging his head back and baring his throat. There’s an intimacy in the gesture, a sense of vulnerability and trust. You love him and this is your way of showing it, of reminding him that he’s yours, he’ll aways be yours.

You tantalise, you tease, you strip away every ounce of his control until he’s desperate and reckless, skin pressed so tightly against yours because he can’t stand not to touch you, not to feel you on every level. You drive him to the precipice, holding him there until the only thing he can focus on is the blurring of heaven and earth as he hits that rapture.

“Please, pretty girl.” He asks as he clings to the edge.

You know what he’s asking, it’s not just the moving in, it’s the commitment. The promise that you’re ready to take the next step, that you’re ready to trust him as much as he trusts you. It’s the final act, the shedding of that fear that sends you hurtling over the edge and plummeting into the sea of ecstasy. It washes over your synapses, drowning you like a wave until the only word on your lips is ‘yes’. You lose track of yourself, but Terry is always there, always grounding you. His hands are on your hips, his mouth smothering yours, drinking down your moans, your words and everything else you can give him as he spills himself inside of you.

You lose yourself in the bliss, the sense of belonging that comes with this man as he kisses you like you’re the only woman in the world. The only one he’s ever truly loved.

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It rains that night. Terry can hear the patter on the bedroom window as he lies in the darkness with your body draped over his. Your face is buried in the hallow of his throat, your arm thrown over his chest. His thumb trails over the curve of your spine, caressing your bare skin underneath the sheets. There was a perfection in this moment. The rhythm of your breathing against his. In the space of twenty-four hours his life has been flipped upside down and now he was considering the future.

There was a house for sale in Meredith’s neighbourhood, a couple of bedrooms, a small yard if you wanted a dog. It needed a little work, but the location was solid, and he had the money to renovate. He knew you would fight him on that point but the two of you would work out the details, you always did.

He thinks of the house with hardwood floors, your Aztec style rug in the living room along with his couch. A king-sized bed to go with the quilt he’d had to buy in the beginning of the relationship because you hoovered up the duvet when you were cold. The matching nightstands, you’d bought from a thrift shop before upcycling them with wallpaper and chalk paint. He wants to build a home with you, a place filled with laughter and love. He wants it to belong to both of you, for you to be able to come home and just relax in a space of your own. He longs for nights where you fall asleep with your head in his lap, a fire burning in the hearth, his fingers stroking through your hair. The two of you content.

This is what he falls asleep thinking about, with you in his arms. The life the two of you will have, the one you’ll create together.

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linguacoreana · 1 year

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Learn 30 Words Per Month

This is a good goal because it's pushing you, but not beyond your limits. 30 words per months ends up as one word per day on average. That's not too unreasonable, right? We usually have 5 minutes here or there to learn how to use a word very well. If you don't have time, that's okay because you can make up for it with the flexibility of this goal.

Flexibility is okay as long as you have a way to get back on track if you fall off. I tried to learn 365 Chinese characters this year. There were months where I did nothing. However, because of the flexibility of the goal, I was able to quadruple up at the end of the year, and I still reached my goal. It wasn't as smooth as I had hoped, but I achieved it. My push helped me learn to read and write 365 Chinese characters I wouldn't have known if I didn't make this resolution.

If I had made the goal one Chinese character per day, I would have beat myself up after the first failure and totally given up. Instead, having flexibility (but firmness) baked into the resolution meant that I actually made it without punishing myself for one mistake or overly busy day.

Do 6 Hours of Listening Per Month

I am a big fan of listening as I have talked about on my YouTube channel. I personally think you should drown yourself in native speaking examples. This is an amazing goal because of all the passive benefits of listening.

As for the specifics of the goal, this is very reasonable, but still allows for you to push. On average, you would need to watch 12 minutes of content in your target language per day. That's totally reasonable. Follow a YouTube channel in your target language! If you want long-form content, that accounts for 4 movies of 90 minutes in length. This means you could watch one movie on the streaming platform you already pay for every weekend. This is absolutely doable, but the results accumulate so many good benefits.

Write 1 Sentence About My Day Per Day

A key to get better is to produce the language and get feedback. There's no better way to produce the language than calmly, carefully making a good sentence.

On top of that, with a goal like one sentence per day, you'll have so many good sentences after just one month. At the beginning of the year, you might start with "today was so busy" or "today I relaxed all day," but after some time, your sentences will grow in complexity. For me, my goal would be to write a complex, rich sentence like "Originally, I was planning to run by the grocery store to grab a couple high-caloric snacks to treat myself, but I ended up falling asleep on the couch with my dinner in my hands stained with pizza sauce on account of my crippling depression." Imagine the possibilities...

Take 1 italki Lesson Per Week

Consistency is so critical. Creating a regularly scheduled event, especially one connected to another person, will definitely keep you on track.

Even on weeks where your progress is slow, or you can't find time to do language study, a regularly scheduled event keeps you on the path to improvement.

On top of that, although reading, listening, and writing can be fit into a busy schedule rather easily, it's hard to regularly find time to speak the language with a native speaker unless it's a speaker who has a set time to speak with you.

I've had so many busy weeks where life obligations prevented me from doing my reading or listening or any other goal on this list. However, thanks to my dedication to proving to another person that I have done something in the week, I do even get minimal progress in those weeks that would have been zero progress had I not had the recurring task.

To get $10 in your student wallet after spending $20, use this link to use italki as your tool to progress.

Record Yourself Speaking Once Per Week

Something we lose sight of with language learning is perspective. It often does not feel like any progress is being made. This is because change happens slowly, and we don't notice when it happens. If we record ourselves from time to time, we can see the progress firsthand.

This goal also is really nice because you don't have to worry about embarrassing yourself in front of native speakers. You don't have to post this or show this to anyone. Just by recording yourself speaking, you've done two things: (1) you have a record of your level at that moment for future comparisons, and (2) you got your brain practicing speaking and forming sentences.

I accomplished this goal with Turkish, and it was very exciting to see progress. I love to go back to my old footage and noticing such a huge leap in my progress. It's very motivating while being minimal commitment on your part. As a goal, this is beneficial because you do regular practice in a way you might not have done; you can get out of your comfort zone.

Finish 1 Novel By December 31st

This deadline might not be pushing the envelope for a lot of people, but if you have never read a novel in your native language before, it's distant enough to not feel overwhelmed while being close enough that you don't procrastinate forever.

Novels are such a great source of vocabulary. Authors tend to use a very sophisticated mélange in their writing, so you are bound to encounter tons of new, good phrases while hopefully enjoying yourself.

Even if you do want to do more listening or speaking, reading in general is such a great passive way to improve your speaking with deep, rich expressions and elevated speech. If you drop some idiom from a novel into your daily speech, you're bound to impress natives.

Speak 1 Hour Everyday in April

"April" is just a placeholder for any month. What I am really suggesting is do something that is probably out of your comfort zone for an extreme push in a limited time. the duration is bound by a beginning and end so that you don't continue until burnout. However, the time is long enough that sustained effort will make a difference to your skills.

Assuming you don't speak the language regularly, a daily push is enough to get your brain to really take the speaking skill seriously.

Who do you speak to? That's your choice. This could be a daily tutoring lesson, recording yourself, or making an agreement to meet with a native speaker friend or language exchange partner.

The main point is that one very good goal is to set a bound time where you will push much harder than you will normally.

Finish My Grammar Textbook by March 31st

Although grammar is not everything, you will never speak fluently until you have at least a basic grasp of the main grammatical concepts of the language. Grammar is somehow divisive in the language community, but I am firmly on the side of getting it done as fast as possible so you can start focusing on vocab acquisition, accent, and native-style sentences.

Giving yourself a due date for finishing a grammar textbook is a way to cut through the procrastination and get a critical piece of learning done.

March 31st is an arbitrary date. Choose a date that makes sense with your schedule and your book. A good speed could be one chapter per week or one grammar point per day depending on how your book is organized. What you should be focusing on is setting a due date for this thing that could take years if you procrastinate enough.

You need to eat your vegetables before you can have dessert.

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Break the rules Bakugo x reader

Y/n, a budding young hero, from a hero family, enters UA high. She expected struggle and work, she didnt expect for her life to be at risk, she also didn’t expect to fall for one of her classmates, but life’s just full of surprises.

Chapter two

Content warning: swearing, slight mentions of shotos childhood.

Shoto walks into Y/N's house, using the key her parents gave him, and up to her door. "Y/N you awake?" He asks while knocking on it.

"Yeah I'm awake, I'll be out in a second." She yells through the door fixing the last button on her uncooperative uniform. She then opens the door and smiles at him. Grabbing her bag and slipping her shoes on.

"Are we still going on the shopping trip after school?" Shoto asks curiously while walking out the door.

"Of course, as long as you have your dads credit card." She replies with a smirk, following him out the door.

Shoto smirks back and pulls out the unlimited credit card. "As always."

"You know, its odd that he just lets us take the card and charge the hell out of it" she mentions, finding it odd that he hasn't yelled at Shoto yet, as he will usually do that about him breathing to hard.

"Fyoumi and Natsuo delete the messages and voicemails that the credit card company sends after telling them that it was ok." Shoto tells her, smirking at how smart he and his older siblings can be. The two of them make it to school, only to see it absolutely swarmed by the press.

"Shit" she mumbles. "Shoto can I turn into a mouse and hide in your pocket." She beggs not wanting to deal with them.

"No if I have to suffer so do you." He replies now in his usual monotone voice.

"Miss mind giving us a statement on how the no.1 hero is doing as a teacher?" This reporter, shorter than you are, asks you; shoving the microphone in your face.

"He's really good so far I've learned a lot." She says trying to keep them from noticing shoto, unfortunately she's unsuccessful.

"Are you related to the hero duo, phenix?" A reporter asks, mentioning her pro hero parents.

"Wait your endeav-!"

"Finish that fücking sentence I dare you, His name is Shoto not endeavors son!" She yells getting pissed because people only ever see him as endeavors kid.

"Ok and were going now." Shoto says in his regular monotone voice dragging her into the school kicking and screaming.

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By the time the two reach the classroom she has calmed down enough to walk on her own.

The h/c haired girl walks to her desk obviously annoyed.

"Whats up with you." Bakugou asks looking at the girl beside him.

"Stupid reporters only seeing heros kids as nothing but a way to find out more about the heros." I say angrily, slouching back in my chair.

"Thats fucked." He replies, as he waits for class to start.

First person POV

"Alright class today your going to pick your class representatives. I don't care how Just don't wake me up." Aizawa says While climbing into his sleeping bag and falling asleep.

As soon as Aizawa passes out the class erupts into utter chaos. Seemingly everyone wanting to be the rep. We finally manage to get a voting system down.

"Okay and the final tally is up" Iida calls out to the class.

"Midoria is the class rep and momo is the assistant rep." He continues, hiding his disappointment.

I walk up to him and pat him on the back. "If it makes you feel better I voted for you." I tell him trying to make him feel a bit better.

"Thank you L/N, that means a lot." He says with a slight smile.

"No problem Iida." I say returning the smile. I walk back to my seat next to Bakugo and see him looking a bit angrier than before.

"You good bakugo?" I ask tilting my head to the side slightly.

"Yeah I'm fine you damn shifter." He grumbles.

"Okay mr grumpy." I reply and sit in my seat. I can feel bakugo glaring at me until the bell for lunch rings. I sit behind for a moment before getting up to let the crowd of hungry teens go first.

"I hate crowds." I mumble to myself. While walking.

"Who doesn't." Bakugo says while walking behind me.

"Oh, hey bakugo." I respond a little startled.

He merely grunts in response, and we continue the walk in a comfortable silence. We enter the lunch room and get our food, as I'm about to go sit with shoto bakugo grabs my arm.

"Where are you going? The idiots are waiting for us." He asks gruffly, and drags me to the table.

He pulls me into the seat and I almost fall on him, but manage to simply sit next to him.

We eat in silence until.

"So Y/N you and todoroki seem close." Mina says with a smile.

"Uh yeah, we're best friends. I've known him since I was 5." I respond while setting down my chopsticks.

"Are you sure your just friends, you seem very protective of each other?" Denki asks tuning into the conversation.

"Yes im sure, we're just friends, he was the first friend I ever made." I say starting to get agitated.

"Why don't you both leave her the fuck alone!" Bakugo shouts at them, cutting them off.

"Sorry y/n." Denki and mina mutter.

"It's alright guys."

The group is oddly silent until an alarm starts ringing

I freeze in my seat instead of following the others. The sheer mass of people is terrifying.

"Hey, dumb ass, lets go." Bakugo shouts at me over the alarm.

When I don't respond he simply picks me up bridal style and starts carrying me like I weigh nothing to him.

"B-bakugo what are you doing?"

"We needed to leave, and you weren't moving." He shouts over the alarm.

"Okay." I shout and wrap my arms around his neck, for stability. We enter the hallway and are quickly surrounded by people, causing me to bury my head in his shoulder.

"Careful idiot, don't want people getting the wrong idea do you?"

I simply grumble in response, to scared to move my face.

"Whatever loser." He mumbles just loud enough for me to hear.

I block everything but bakugou out focusing on him to prevent a panic attack.

He smells like caramel and smoke, its really nice. I think, subconsciously burying my face deeper into his shoulder.

Soon we are moving again and he is able to set me down. He sets me in front of the classroom door.

"So the damn extras don't think something's going on between us." He tells me as I grab the door handle.

We both walk into class and I'm quickly bombarded by Shoto.

"Are you okay,That crowd was massive and I couldn't find you?" He almost shouts gently grabbing my arms.

"Yeah im okay, Bakugou found me and made sure I didn't have a panic attack." I tell him softly.

"Thank you Bakugou." Shoto says flatly.

"Yeah whatever icy hot." He responds and goes and sits at his desk.

Shoto gives me a quick hug before going back to his seat.

I can feel the rest of the girls curious stairs as I go to sit at my desk.

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"Alright sho, lets go spend your dad into bankruptcy!" I shout as we walk up to the mall.

We wander around the mall for a bit until we run into bakugou and a blonde woman whos a little bit shorter than him.

"Bakugou?!" I shout questioningly.

He looks around angrily until he sees me and his expression softens slightly.

"Oh hey loser." He responds as we walk up to them.

"Katsuki be nice!" The blonde woman says snaking him on the back of his head.

I glance at Shoto to make sure he's okay after seeing that. He's tenser than normal but otherwise ok.

"Hi, I'm Mitsuki, Katsuki's mother." She says with a smile.

"Hello Mitsuki, im Y/N and this is Todoroki, were Bakugous classmates." I respond respectfully while hiding my disdain for her casual abuse of Bakugou.

"Well it was good to meet you two, I was just dropping Katuski off, and I'll leave you all alone." She says as she walks off.

As soon as shes gone Shoto visibly relaxes.

"You good Icey hot?" Bakugou asks.

"Your mom triggered an issue he has." I explain quickly.

"Cant he speak for himself?" Katsuki asks incredulously.

I glance at shoto and he nods softly at me.

"Your mom triggered a traumatic event from my childhood." He responds flatly.

"You okay?" He asks simply.

Shoto simply nods.

"Alright well, why are you two here?" Katsuki asks curiously.

"We're going on a shopping spree with endeavors credit card." I say with a smug smile on my face.

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omg pls can you do a deep into of sam like sam birth chart!!!

Okay birth chart deep dive, I'll elaborate on anything I can if you want to know more. I also think it's worth noting as a little disclaimer that I'm not an expert and this is just a bit of fun, and that also the way I've been taught (really loosely too) to view astrology and tarot etc is as tools for reflection, things that help people learn more about themselves by reflecting upon the guidelines and nudges you're given from the birth chart etc. So like none of this is fact lol

so here is the birth chart... I'm not mad knowledgable about some of the planets influences and im also aware that not everything applies to every person of a particular sign, stuff I feel I've observed from like his music or interviews etc I will highlight in bold!

here goes:

Before we do individual signs I'm going to talk about general vibes...

His chart is heavy with earth sign placements which definitely implies his Taurus Sun could be a dominant planet. His chart is 50% earth signs which really doubles that earthy/homebody nature. When I think of Earth signs I think of the roots of a really old tree, good soil thats nurturing, someone who tries to be dependable because they value being able to depend on people, someone who values closeness with a small inner circle of family/friends etc.... theres just something down to earth about them etc.

Secondly, theres a concentration of water signs which can imply emotional sensitivity, high levels of empathy. You know how water/ liquids can get into even the tiniest crack, I view water signs as being people whose feelings do that to them... they feel emotions in a very whole and all consuming way, if they love someone that love seeps into every element of their being and life... if they're hurt they feel that ache at even the smallest reminder, if they're angry that anger can linger in the darker corners of their brain, like they can feel flooded and the feelings can be lasting.

Taurus sun

which is a very earthy, solid, fixed sign.

Taurus is generally know as the most "earthy" earth sign, they're known for being stubborn and loving comfort and luxury however those are really surface level stereotypes which don't really get to the crux of Taurean nature.

The way I interpret Taurus as a sign is this: they value the idea of home, whatever home is to them specifically (and obviously this is influenced more by nurture and environment than nature and stuff you're born with). If you think about the things that make you feel at home you'll probably find you think of, your bed, your house, your family, your possessions, but also your friends, your hometown, your partner... Taurus are known for liking to own material possessions but it's less about being materialistic and more about cultivating a stable, familiar and cosy home. Literally if I had to choose one word to sum up Taurus the word I would choose is Home. That idea of "home" is what gives them their drive, its what fuels that stubbornness, its what fuels their materialism, its why they're protective, possessive people etc... its all about wanting to find/make/keep your home in this world.

Taurus likes to feel rooted and secure and having that threatened can be distressing. They like stability.

Love language is often physical touch, wanting to physically hold onto what's "theirs". Taurus is a really physical and therefore sensual sign. Big on holding hands, random kisses and small displays of affection, resting your head on someones shoulder, falling asleep on someone etc... physical closeness is key for that feeling of earthy connection and security.

Taurus are also known for being very work hard play hard which in terms of Sam makes me think of that interview on GMB? where he's turned up on time early in the morning but he's hanging out his arse because he was on the lash the night before. (As a Taurus sun myself I can confirm that hangover shifts are frequent and inevitable)

It's that thing about them being fixed though, when Taurus makes a decision, they can be very determined to stick with it and very stubborn about the decision. If they have dreams they're driven to achieve them... but because they value comfort and home so much they won't often sacrifice those good times... especially because those good times, their family and friends, having fun, are what drive them to be successful... they kind of have that instinctual knowledge that it isn't worth sacrificing your comfort for riches and success...

And again I guess you can apply this to relationships in that, once a Taurus chooses you they're choosing to build a home with you, they're bringing you into that close inner circle and they want things to work. Dedication is probably another Taurus Keyword haha. They're very Ride or Die people.

Virgo Moon

although its also worth noting that I did his birth chart with two different times of day earlier and because we don't know his time of birth theres a potential for his moon to be in Leo (which would make him the same moon placement as Lana Del Rey)

So I'll talk about possibilities of both I guess...

The moon rules emotions, your inner thoughts and feelings, the you you are when you feel safest... its a side to you you'll only show to people you trust not to misjudge you...

Virgo is another earth sign so again we have that driving need for stability, which in Virgos can express itself through a need for order (don't mistake this for me saying that a virgo moon is organised and on top of things, plenty of them aren't and it sucks for them haha my boyfriends moon is virgo and he's the most chaotic stressed out lad I know)

Another thing thats common among Virgo Moons is that they have this need to be needed... which you can trace back to stability again because if someone needs and depends on you they aren't going to leave and your place in the world is going to remain rooted and tangible for you. And also for those of you interested that need to be needed is very Daddy

Virgos are naturally quite guarded though, they can be nihilistic and cynical, they don't wear their hearts on their sleeves... they can appear shy/ withdrawn and keep themselves at arms length from people until they trust them... they might not necessarily be all for gushing displays of affection with people they don't really know or trust... However when it comes to that inner circle of people they do let in, they're very earthy and affectionate. It's just all about trust and they can take awhile to do that.

Something which has just occurred to me too is that in terms of moral views, views of right and wrong, virgo is the mutable earth sign, they can be balanced. They're real thinkers and whilst they have a firm view on right and wrong, they're not black and white about it... they have the capability to think very deeply and consider many perspectives. I am again thinking of Sam's song White Privilege, I've always admired those lyrics for being able to highlight all these troubles in the modern world without stating that one side is right about everything and the other is evil and wrong... he highlights how theres many shades of grey and I think like thats very cool thing to be able to do, especially when you're talking about things which have impacted you personally and stuff.

Oh also they can be painfully self aware/ self conscious and can be crazy anxious, which they feel very much within the body, like anxiety that makes them feel sick, stomach aches, heavy feeling in like your abdomen and lower half of your body if that makes sense?

Thinking about that anxiety and that need to be needed, they won't necessarily feel like they're capable of providing for the people who need them, it can be a really contradictory thing which expresses itself through the fear of letting everyone down and not being good enough for those they love!!!

He could also be a Leo Moon however and whilst a lot of the virgo moon stuff makes sense to me, him having a Leo placement somewhere would make a lot of sense to me because something I've observed about a lot of Performers is that theres a Leo somewhere significant in their chart.

Leos have a rep for being attention whores and drama queens but honestly this isn't really true at all...

especially in moon placements...

Whilst its true that Leos are natural performers, when it comes to a moon placement its often that they shine in the company of those they trust... when with family and friends they often do light up the conversation/ room, they take up the role of storyteller/ comic/ entertainer easily/ happily in environments where they feel comfortable

Obviously the general consensus for all humans is that we need to feel loved/known in order to be happy so this is going to sound like a "that could be true of everyone" statement however some people need to feel loved and appreciated more than others... and Leo Moons need to feel loved by others... it comes less from a place of feeling entitled to the affection and admiration of others and more from a place of like, thats how they love other people so they need it back. Leo moons will pour their whole soul into those they love be it family friends or lovers. Leo is a very noble/ ostentatious sign, its very go big or go home you know... they don't appreciate half hearted, theres no point in loving and being loved if you're not doing it with your whole chest....

Generally I have observed that Leo Moons can't hide their emotions, they definitely cry when they're angry, they definitely can't hide when they're hurting... they have very communicative eyes (something I think actually might be why they make successful musicians and actors etc, being able to bare your soul is quite important there)

Prone to a big fucking sulk... they stew on their negative emotions for fucking ages, they will not just brush stuff off... if they feel slighted by someone they care about, if they feel they've fucked up something important or let someone down, if they feel angry at an injustice they will sulk for days and days and they will wear that sulk on their face and be gloomy and brooding

They're also really big on Justice, Leos have a very set view on fairness and they definitely feel compelled to fight the good fight, right wrongs and stand up for what is right.

Also if he is a Leo Moon I saw this on cafe astrology which resonated a little

"Highly imaginative, but may have difficulty concentrating. He fantasizes frequently. Mental diversity, quick to learn, observant, enjoys studies, may be fidgety, move around a lot, or travel frequently.

You are very responsive, communicative, and curious. You can have a talent for imitating others and/or picking up languages. You might either intellectualize your emotions rather than truly feel them and deal with them, or you communicate with excessive emotion. Some of you may do both at different times and, as you mature and develop, you learn to find a balance."

I guess this is the thing about astrology that can either rub people the wrong way or really fascinate them. Lots of the observations are like "could be that my moon is in the third house or it could be ADHD" "could be that my moon is in Leo or it could be my numerous mental health issues" and thats why I say that its better to view astrology as a tool for encouraging self reflection rather than "the planets are the reason I have anxiety disorder etc" because that would be high-key reductive and unhelpful, I don't really like that kind of interpretation haha, for example I think my own birth chart gives a solid read of me but I don't think the planets fated my eating disorder into existence you know?

Mercury in Aries

Fire sign in the planet that rules communication in-ter-res-ting.

Mercury rules communication, its all about how you express yourself...

And having a fire placement here would make a lot of sense for a musician/ performer... because fire signs are like burning bright, light up the room, explosive like fireworks you know, they can draw attention to themselves when they want to... and sometimes they can't help it either they just have a natural pull about them.

This is a planet I'm not that familiar with I won't lie, however fire signs generally are associated with being quite sparky... They can be very quick to make a decision, they can often dive into a decision and follow an immediate gut instinct... They can be very impulsive

Aries is associated with being both charming and charismatic, whilst also being a little blunt - like they're straight forward, won't obfuscate endlessly or pussyfoot around stuff. They're not afraid of contradicting someone they disagree with...

However a thing with astrology is that some planets have stronger influence on you than others, you have dominant planets and though I'm not going to pretend I could accurately tell you what Sam's are what I will say is this... Sam's chart is so heavy with each signs that the earth influence is definitely strong, and like a way I was told to look at the signs is this (sounds primitive so pls forgive me) air fuels fire, earth suffocates fire, water puts out fire, water nourishes earth etc...

I'm bringing that up here because basically whilst Aries can be brash and impulsive, its worth considering how those earth placements could effect this... it could imply that he makes the snap decision in the moment and then spends days and weeks ruminating on the decision, getting anxious, questioning himself...It could mean he's prone to trusting his gut instinct, which is gonna be an earthy gut instinct so could wind up making the impulsive/ thoughtless decision to stick to what he knows etc... it could be that he makes impulsive gut decisions but those decisions are all rooted in that need for stability/ home. If something feels like it could potentially hurt or threaten people close to him/ his home he won't want to think too long about shutting the decision down if that makes sense? He'd just be like nah fuck that I won't even consider it...

Fire sign in mercury can mean you're a proper wind up merchant who enjoys teasing and getting a rise out of your friends, playing devils advocate in an argument or just saying things for the fun of watching your friends jaw hit the floor.... I think it can make people very playful communicators. I know a few people with Fire Mercury placements and they're all absolute shithouses that really love winding their pals up for a laugh.

Aries is really spontaneous and I feel like an Aries communicator is good at improvising/ performing on the spot... in relation to Sam I am reminded of those old insta stories where he'd video people on the street and voice over them, he was very good at being incredibly funny on the spot.

Venus in Taurus

I feel like Venus is the Planet you're all here for haha, the one which rules love. It's not just about love though Venus is one of the planets which rules emotions, it also rules your values, and like how you "share" with others.

Taurus is a very physical, sensual sign... it's of the body.

They're the earthy earth sign and as I said earlier they're driven by stability, like the roots of a tree which run deep into the earth they want to have their place within the world where they're comfortable, their own personal haven/ sanctuary...

And what's love if not that...

Taurus really values dependence, they want for you to depend on them whilst needing to be able to depend on you too. In love that means needing each other intensely...

And with dependence and mutual dependence we see that possessive/ protective side play out. They have a tendency to view those they love as "theirs" as possessions... not possessions as in inanimate objects but possessions as in, I belong to you and you belong to me. They're determined to possess and protect those they love and will be stubborn about doing so.

Definitely have healthy jealousy in relationships, if someones theirs they want them to be all theirs, they want to be the centre of one another's universe. They don't like to see other people flirting with their partner etc... they will definitely make an effort to assert themselves in these situations and remind everyone that that person is theirs.

Physical Touch is important to them, they want to hold onto those they love, they want to feel them with them, their presence in the room is not always enough, they need to feel their lovers physical connection to the body. This can be like holding hands, sleeping with your head on their chest or theirs on yours, having their hands on you in some way... or it can be more abstract... things like matching tattoos, wearing each others clothes, gifting something like a ring or a necklace your partner never takes off, having something of your lover's in your pocket which makes you think of them whenever your fingers brush over it... Taurus is sentimental, they attach emotions to physical objects.

In comparison to Fire or Air signs Taurus romances are often slow burn, they can seem less exciting because they're consistent... Taurus is dedicated and stable, it means you won't be left guessing their love for you... however it can be more laidback than some would like... a Venus Taurus isn't about to take you skydiving on a date or immediately jump into a wild and crazy sex life... their idea of romance is centred around cosy comfort, familiarity... Expect cosy evenings at home, lots of cuddles etc...

And people often mistake "not spontaneous" for boring but when you think about it, who is going to be able to best please you? Someone who's taken the time to know all your intimate details or someone who's dived in spontaneously and is looking for a hot romance that burns out fast (im not critiquing fire/air Venuses I myself am an air Venus!!) All I'm saying is that Taurus Venus are of the body, they know the body... and they take the time to know you... so put two and two together for me here and understand that actually this slowness is probably what makes the relationship so worthwhile and rewarding in the long term...

Taurus Venus is basically useless for a one night stand but absolutely marriage/ daddy material.

Again they're stubborn, once they choose you they've chosen you, they're going to harbour their little crush for a really long time, they're going to feel strongly about you for a really long time... probably struggle to cut off after a break up.... they definitely always kid themselves that you can stay friends... they don't like to let go of things that mean a lot to them and so breakups are really painful and they probably take a long time to get over someone that means a lot.

They also can't keep up the fake friend facade, they struggle when something doesn't feel genuine (thinking of that line in Wild Grey Ocean about "the good time gang, never there when shit goes down") They value a close inner circle of people they can trust, people who feel like home.

Mars in Aries

so your mars placement is all about action, physicality... its said to have a strong influence on both conflict and sex for this reason.

People with a fire sign in mars can have quick tempers, their emotions can come on strong and fast, blazing and then burning out leaving a trail of destruction...

This is another placement where I think you have to remind yourself of the earth placements which litter the rest of his chart...

Whilst Aries in Mars is short tempered and may be prone to "blowing their top" generally they don't hold grudges and the anger is short lived, like a firework display or a fire ripping through a house. They often burn up quickly having done a lot of damage in a short amount of time...

However Sam's a Taurus, he's got potentially a virgo moon, his Venus is Taurus, he's got those Capricorn placements too and his Lilith is also an Earth sign... so actually I think with Sam his anger probably does linger (see, the lyrics to almost all of his songs) I think he does feel the lasting impact of conflict and doesn't just walk away from an argument never thinking about it again.

But thats not to say he isn't very fiery in an argument... We know from the way he talks about the state of the country that he's very anti injustice and he does talk about anger being a struggle of his...

So for him Aries in Mars could mean that he's quite fierce and impulsive in an argument, when he thinks he's arguing for what's right, when he feels wronged or feels that he has to protect someone else or himself, he could be very abrasive, very hot tempered etc...

Strikes me as the kind of person to bottle up their grievances and then explode. Could maybe be someone with a tendency to cry when they feel overwhelmed by their anger and they don't know what to do.

Aries in Mars is passionate, quick burning passion in both conflict and union.

So its worth joining the dots between a taurus Venus with a mars Aries... all that I was saying about physicality and sensualness could definitely be played on here, it could be a sign that whilst taurus Venus offers long term stability and familiarity, passion doesn't wain over time... You have like a fiery sparks fly element to lust, whilst having the possessiveness of taurus...

if you ask me thats hot idk.

Theres also that combination of fire in the planet that rules the physical side of sex and earth in the planet that rules the romance emotion side of sex.... that leads to a certain kind of intensity for sure. I'll let yous draw your own conclusions from this but yeah, possessive emotions, deep knowledge of your partner and that long term trust and dependence, wanting your partner to Need you... matched with a fiery physical side...

I'm not gonna go crazy into details here because sex is a really deeply personal thing anyway and is definitely influenced by very personal things... which maybe someone more knowledgable of astrology could start to pick at but like, I can't and don't really want to either haha sorry.

Mars in Aries don't want to be messed around, they can be impatient, can be hard to keep up with... they can flit from romance to romance... the way I view this here though, when you compare with the Venus Taurus/ Sun Taurus is that a person with this combination of signs may be restless to find "the one" but may have this constant battle with the impatience, they might be hesitant to commit to something if they don't trust its going to be the real thing, they might have a string of romances whilst hunting for the person where everything just immediately clicks... but that then when it does its all or nothing and they very impulsively make that decision like "right here we go this is the one together forever finally"

Like they might shock you with how quickly they say I Love You.

Feelings come on super fast and they can have dramatic mood swings if they aren't in a balanced place, like quick to become excitable and then just as quick to sulk if something kills their vibe.

Theres something persistent about them when it comes to actioning their dreams... they're not ones to give up easily even if they come up against setbacks... they might take a bit to get over a hurdle or failure, they might be overly self critical but they will come back fighting every time because they have that burning desire to prove themselves to themselves.

At this point in a chart I don't know much at all but I do find it interesting that this is where a lot of his water signs come into play.

His Jupiter is Scorpio and his Saturn is Pisces. Both of these placements indicate a level of patience and resilience. It made me laugh apparently Saturn in Pisces can give you sullen sense of humour (George Harrison of the Beatles is a famous Pisces with this exact nature)

I think Saturn can indicate your creativity too, so having an all feeling water sign in here, thats quite a pessimistic melancholic sign, would make a lot of sense... like, I kind of get that you know?

Also I saw this right at the bottom of his cafe astrology reading and it made me die a bit. Like its just really sweet but also all those times he sings about being scared to have kids because what if he's a bad father, and then like wanting kids maybe but being worried he won't be good enough...

"Virgo on House IV

Can make a good parent, watching over his children, spending the night in an armchair near a sick child, caring for and calming them with patience. Similar manner for creative "children" or immediate family. He knows how to look after his home perfectly, how to iron out difficulties through his practical sense and thanks to his intelligence."

Anyways I think im done, hope you enjoyed, if you have any questions flood my inbox I guess haha

#sam fender

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