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thesolotomyhan · 2 years

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a/n: yeah so i don’t know what this is to be honest ????? ive been writing something else but its taking me longer than id like because i want it to be decent/special for you guys to read ? and honestly i just thought of this on the spot just to at least fill the space that i have left you all lol but yeeh this is just some very very short random thoughts (based on 1 idea each) because i was feeling like a soft pile of mush - but uhmm have this for the small meantime pls :)))

warnings: some suggested content ? but no full on smut this time :)

amado: (soft mornings?)

mi primer amor,,, i cant help but want to be soft for him on this fine day because there’s just something so soft and full of love it makes my heart hurt when i think about these slow and soft mornings with him,, where you both are still asleep,, limbs tangled with one another ,, as he just has you sleeping on his chest :( him being the first one to wake up (he loves being the first one up just for this specific part in the morning :(( ) and just being able to just relish in the fact he has you here with him,, you sleeping on his chest wearing one of his shirts, with the most relaxed dream state look on your face,, one of your legs propped up around his torso,,, and his own arm having been resting on your lower back to keep you in place and he swears right there in this moment there is no place better to ever be than here,, contigo,, in your shared bed,, with his reina :( in the mornings :( as he just stares down at you feeling so content because this is what he strives to achieve - to want- everyday para siempre,, he doesnt ever want these few minutes to pass, quiere estar alli for how ever long he can get and he damn well wants this enternity so much he’s already starting to plan things out to leave behind just so he can so much more mornings and entire days filled for these kinds of moments :(( and wow :(((( i just want to say furthermore,,, i feel like he would not move,, not a single muscle away from you during these times in the mornings,, your warmth just makes it too hard for him to move away,, and the way he just adores your entire form is what ties it all together for him,, he could easily spend hours upon hours just admiring you during those moments and he finds that itch he craves for during the mornings when youre still in a deep sleep just to have his eyes wander everywhere on your face :( doesnt matter if your hair is sticking out everywhere or if youre softly snoring,, this mf loves it all :(( goodbye im so soft for him right now

benjamin:

ayy dios mio,,, i swear dina’s wedding in s3 gave me so much to work with here on these hcs/blurbs because i am being my usual soft fuvking self and i just literally let out a quiet sob at the thought of him :(((( reminiscing his own wedding with you :(((( at dinas wedding :(((( like ay no i can just imagine when he sees the way enedina looks at claudio and him at her at the altar,,, the way this mf would get so soft and happy as he sneaks a glance at you ??? his esposa a su lado de el ???? omg someone pls hold me because the way he would start to have that mirada in his eyes like you just hung the fuvking stars for him gets me to melt on the spot,, and him with his tiny little smile as he blindly searches with one of his hands to hold yours :(((( the two of you giving eachother loving smiles when you turn to look at him as soon as you feel his hand :( because the connection you both would have is there, right at this moment beating and ugHH i cant because the two of you finding it near damn impossible to try and focus back on the wedding happening in front of you because you two just happen to get caught up in this tiny moment :((( him not letting your hand go since hes already threading your fingers together,, the skin on his hand feeling the coldness of the ring that rests on your finger that brings him the warmth in his heart :((( i cant do this im sorry but i just :( i have to mention before i finish up benjamins little blurb here but the thought :( of him not wiping that look off of his face at the reception later on :(( like him all throughout the night repeating “te amo” every chance he gets just because he feels like it :( and even though its not a rare occurrence for you to see him like this,, all enamorado como niño a la primera vez ,, he still seems to be more touchy and with the light in his eyes as he looks at you intensifying everytime his eyes land on you makes you about to question him que, que tiene when youre dancing with him :(( but then he just beats you to it when he looks back you, his arm around your waist as he leads you around like “te recuerdas cuando nos casamos tu y yo mi amor?” all with this soft look in his eyes,, literally giving you the biggest hearteyes possible as he smiles at you when he goes “ese fue el mejor dia de mi vida” all soft as you feel him hold you closer if its even possible as he just squeezes your hand,, waltzing around with you on the dancefloor,, the two of you exchanging lovesick smiles and miraditas as you answer him and reminisce it all :( im sorry i -

mayo:

i cry just picturing him so sorry but anyways him being that whipped mf that just loves putting up going to parties just to see you all dressed up :( like :( i lowkey sob to the thought of him kind of like sulking because he has to get dressed up and put up with other people he doesnt exactly want to converse with,, so he’s just over here,, making sure he looks presentable enough but being more quiet than usual,,, him most of the time just looking up and watching you get dressed/get ready,, his gaze softening just by watching you move about :(( god im so sorry but i love the idea of him helping you zip up the back of your dress or help you put your shoes on because i know his ass would just to get the dread he’s feeling out of his system by helping you or just by watching you and him pausing all of his movements and you know that:(( so just,,,, you getting up and walking over to him,, him giving you this soft smile as he just brings you closer his hands resting on your hips,, his thumb softly rubbing smooth circles into you :(( you bringing your hands up in between you both to adjust the collar of his shirt and straighten out the top of his jacket,,, him fuvking staring down at you with these glazed eyes like he’s in his own world with just you and him :(( you just lightly going “sabes mi amor, no tenemos que ir si no quieres, nos podemos quedar aqui en la casa” your hands coming to rest in between the space where his neck meets his shoulders :(( and oh my god,,, him just shaking his head,, giving you a smile that reaches his eyes,, him leaning into your touch, one of his hands coming to hold you by your lower back, his finger playing with the fabric of your dress and just going “no, esta bien, contigo a mi lado, puedo aguantar cualquier cosa en este mundo mi reina” him :( leaning down to kiss you softly :(( the both of you intertwining your hands together and you pulling away first giving him a smile “listo?” and uGh i cant him brining your hand up to kiss it again like “ey” letting you tug him along as his gaze lingers on you :((( ay no güey

ramon:

god- i was reminiscing that wedding hc again that i wrote for him a while back because hermoso cariño randomly came on from my playlist as i was writing the rest of the guys and i had flashbacks,, and i just have to talk about the early morning after the wedding- like post everything,, thats what came to me just now but :( just a little idea that i had popped into my brain just now,,, because when you’re both at your honeymoon destination:( and it’s so early in the morning that the sun is just JUST barely peeking over but it’s still not too out that it illumainates the sky for the mornings so you’re no where near waking up,, because youre still curled into his chest :( your breathing still coming out in even strokes its so obvious youre still in your deep sleep,, and you just having that post fucking sex look you have that he just adores everytime on you,,, small bruises that are scattered across your body on your skin that are just starting to appear,,, peeking out from the thin sheets that don’t cover your entire body from being tangled between the two of you,, but him just letting his eyes admire the marks that come from him leaving them behind on you from both of your activities not even hours ago, when he had you panting his name out as he repeatedly pushed into you,, but now even in his still fogged sleep state,, his eyes come to rest on your left hand,,, your left hand that resting atop of chest,, the same one he held hours ago as he helped you come down from the high he gave you,,, the moonlight thats still fighting its way to stay out illuminating a soft flash in his eyes that reminds him,,, your his esposa,, you carry his last name now and he cant help but let out a small smile grace his features as he pulls you tighter against him,,, the feeling of a cold metal that hangs around your neck pressing into him not bothering him at all,, :( especially when he remembers what it is,,, one of his first wedding gifts to you :(( as your husband :( a necklace :( with his initial hanging from around your neck :( just giving him the feeling of being whole just from the sheer fact that not only do you have his last name,, his entire heart,,, but now a piece of him that you would start to wear from now on just making him feel content ,, theres no better place than to be here with you :(( and i cant bye :(

güero:

WOW YEAH HUH?? ?? surprise yall,,, you know how long it’s been since ive written a word on mi güerito?? ……… july - from the last YEAR and i almost broke down because how could i forget mi güero- the man who is the biggest simp from this whole group of men go ahead and try to contradict my statement it won’t change me ,,, but to begin this thing,,, i was frantically going through my mind like ??? what is something i can talk about for mi hector? mi pinshe güero precioso ?? and :( uGH i dont know i started to ramble in my thoughts and i was quickly noting shit down because i feel it in my bones,, deep in my heart,, this mans love language feels like he would starve for touch,,, he craves it all the time and he feels like he’s absolutely losing it inside of him when he feels you lay a hand on him gently or even graze your hand near him im sorry im just going with the flow here because you cant sit there and tell me you dont ?? feel some type of way ??? when i say i imagine him becoming so damn weak in the knees con una simple toque from you,, it has him just on the verge of him giving you the world :(( like you could move his hair para accomodarlo or just make it a little messy after he has it styled a little too well just because maybe you think the little strand of hair out of place is a better look for him and it just has this mf simply giving you the softest look and admentmindedly moving one of his hands down to your other hand thats not occupied to hold it :( running his thumb across your knuckles and letting his lovesick smile cross his face as he just gazes upon you :(( definitely bringing your hand up to kiss it after your done with your work because why not ? :((( or something else that crossed my mind is how your hand could simply graze him because maybe your setting something down in front of him,, or you just happen to walk next to him and accidentally brush against him would have this man just automatically try to hold your hand to bring you closer :( because your touch is just so comforting and he has this sense of everything is going to be alright- or that everything is alright just because he has you right next to him,, the warmth of your hand being just so similar to the feeling you give him in his heart and i cant :( he is just the softest man here and i love him dearly

miguel angel:

:((( ooHH this whole thing i thought for him?? i just have to credit to all those scenes in this show where hes seen strESSING that it causes him emotional and physical pain- im sorry hes always at his most vulnerable in those parts and uGh i just have to say my brain loves to imagine him during one of those times for this idea for him,,, like its just one of those days where everyone has been on his ass either for a rise in their plazas,, the desmadre and lowkey rivalty fights between plazas,, money and drug flow between all of them and just everything feeling like it’s slipping through his fingers and adding this more pressuring weight on his shoulders he just cant handle the stress and how everyone is just expecting him to do milagros in that very second it’s has him on the very edge of losing it right then and there ,, and ohH especially once he hears the door to his office creek open he thinks he very much might lose all thinning patience because its probably one of the guys coming to bother him :) but then :) as soon as the glare in his eyes comes in as he looks up :) it disappears in that very millisecond :) once he sees you :) en toda tu gloria softly smiling at him :) and he just feels in that instant everything gradually diminishing thats bothering him because youre here walking up to him and just placing a soft kiss on his lips that he forgets in that very second why hes frustrated :( and im just sorry right now because i just love to imagine/picture the way he just loves being able to lay back in your arms,, like you sitting down on the couch in his office,, him coming over and just letting his upper part of his body fall back into your lap,, his legs dangling over the other part of the couch just so he can feel your fingers running through his hair,, messing up his peinado but he could literally care less because your soft touch makes him feel so much better its the most comforting thing ever to him in that moment because he would be leaning into your hands wordlessly asking you to keep going as he shuts his eyes,, and in these types of moments he feels so at ease he can literally choose to stay silent and let it all out in deep breathes with the feeling or your hands in his hair :(((( or him feeling like hes able to just talk out all of his problems and everything going on around his business out loud to you with no consequence because the simple fact that youre sitting there with him,, your touch making him feel so good, silently listening to him and just- hearing him out not as a business partner that could blow up on him for the shit hes pulling but as his partner- as his other half- his mujer that always takes his side and hears him out when he needs it the most it makes him feel so much better and like the weight hes carrying around,, just diminishing in that very moment with you :( i- wow

kitty:

alright listen here,,,, before we actually begin i want to say this turned out to be like a little blurb but also with a taste of this small brainstorm i had with myself when writing this and i just wanted to let you guys know before you attack me for this or begin to read but anyways i was recently going through a trip down memory lane with mana and this whole little idea blurb def DEFINITELY came from listening to oye mi amor iykyk ;) but idk i was just randomly listening to it and i was just questionining myself someone from this dumb show gives off energy with this song/lyrics and thats where i imagined kitty :) and it’s something just so poetic to imagine him and you having been best friends that would be so inseparable,,, that so many of the other juniors would have for sure without a doubt seen the two of you becoming something more,, something great and full of happiness only for all of that to deteriorate in the most fastest whirlwind possible,, just for the heartstrings to pull,,, because it almost ALMOST did happen,:)) that the two of you almost became lovers and all that shit breaks my heart because :( it was on the verge of happening :( the stolen glances you both would give eachother everytime you were together,,, the outspoken bond you both carried it made the two of you have this downright power couple vibe going on ,,,, especially with his crazy ass that would get you to match his whole vibe and uGH im telling you ,,, everyone that knows you two had to have bet something about how this connection you both have would turn to be this iconic/power couple match ya feel?? it was just mere moments- no seconds- for one of you to make the move first,, because no one could even be a better match for either of you,, this whole relationship with you and him was meant to be,, like a soulmates (i think) type of shit you know? and wow i just i cant because my heart feels like it’s going to shatter at the thought of you :( being with someone else :( suddenly?? out of the blue ,,,, someone who clearly doenst match you and shoots you down :((( un tipo frio y aburrido just like the song says :((( and UGH i cannot because its just the thought of kitty becoming so frustrated and down all the time because he invites you to come hang out with him or with the rest of the juniors but you always saying you can’t because the bum youre with doesnt want you to go or something dumb like that and omG :((( i just know it might be him that decides to make you open your eyes because maybe he just gets so fed up with how this other guy treats you and doesn’t care about you like kitty would or maybe it’s the encouragement of some of the guys that gets him to get off his ass and actually fight for you :( but i just idk i kind of just like this idea in general ???? but thats about where i got with it and its just been sitting in my ideas and i wanted to express something about it ? because the whole slow pinning where neither of you want to say what you actually feel in fear of that your relationship could deteriorate,, to the angst of a feeling in my deep soul that youre taken all of a sudden?? And the anger pinche loco de kitty would feel about the whole situation feeds me where i need it most,, to just the build up/eventually burst/barf of feelings that you both would spill because two idiots in love is such a fuvking thing i love to imagine I’m sorry, but thank you for coming to my therapy session

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elfy-elf-imagines · 4 years

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Cruel Summer | Orophin

Pairing: Orophin x Human!reader

Genre: Angst with some fluff at the end

Warnings: Heartbreak; unrequited feelings...??

Words: ~5,222 (oh boy is it a long one)

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“I didn’t realise a forest could be so beautiful,” you whispered, staring in awe at the towering trees that shined like silver. The night sky was nothing new to you, nor the moon and the stars, yet they seemed more captivating in Lothlorien than anywhere else. The moon burned as bright if not brighter than the sun, illuminating everything in its silvery glow. Stars dotted the sky, glistening like bright torches in a dark room.

Lothlorien had been beautiful during the day time, the golden leaves so vibrant and unreal, you could swear someone painted them. You’d thought that beauty would be unmatched until night fell. Everything once golden and blinding is now soft and silver, the trees glittering like fine jewels. And it was perfect, the inner peace and calm Lothlorien brought to you was unmatched.

The sound of footsteps came from behind, gaining your attention. Turning around you see Orophin, still wearing his grey cloak that marked him a Warden of Lorien and the light armor all the rangers wore. His silvery hair that would’ve put any Targaryen to shame was pulled back in its typical fashion. He was beautiful-- well all elves were beautiful, something you’d learned rather quickly, but Orophin radiated another type of beauty. His beauty was more akin to a predator luring in it’s prey of choice with enchanting words and a pretty face, luring you into a thrilling game you always lost.

You knew he was dangerous, an alarm in the back of your mind going off every time he gets too close or graces you with a look that was lethal to your wellbeing. But instead of sending you running like it should have, it lured you in closer and closer, like a moth drawn to a flame. It’s dangerous-- he’s dangerous.

But you never seem to listen.

“I ithil a elena thind in ennerion na i er nin,” he said, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. A smile that promised nothing but pain and heartbreak, but also the thrill that comes with gambling, even when you know you’re going to lose. And you will lose, it’s just a matter of when and not if.

“That’s not fair, you know I can hardly understand Sindarin, especially not when you speak it so fast,” you said, your eyebrows furrowing the slightest as you scowled. Orophin raised an ashen eyebrow at you, and you couldn’t help but feel envious at the lack of lines on his perfectly smooth forehead. His grin widened as his eyes glinted with mischief, and slowly like a prowling lion, he moved towards you.

“I said, you are beautiful my dear, but you would’ve known that if you would pay attention during our lessons.” he said, eyes noticeably tracing your form. Your face flushed red immediately, images of you and Orophin, tangled together in your room, nothing but a sweaty flustered mess in your bed. Heat spread through your body as you remembered his icy lips on your hot body.

And he knew it, that bastard knew the effect he had on you. It was obvious in his expression, like a cat that got the cream.

“Or maybe you aren’t as great of a teacher as you like to think?” you shot back, mentally throwing ice cold water on yourself. Get a grip you idiot!

“Oh? My lady wounds me! How will I ever hope to recover from such harsh words? Please, tell Rumil I’ve never enjoyed his singing and tell Haldir ho na burui hon in a adaneth,” he proclaimed, snickering towards the end. You pinched the bridge of your nose and exhaled loudly.

“Orophin! How am I supposed to tell Haldir what you said… if I can’t understand you?”

One.

Two.

Three steps.

Orophin waas close enough that you’re sure he could hear how rapidly your heart was beating against your chest, how uneven and shallow you breathing was. His eyes glanced down your form, slowly travelling back up to your face. His pale blue eyes glittered like sapphires as his soft hand reached out to touch you. His long fingers delicately traced your body, leaving you a shivering mess as you attempted to maintain a calm composure. Your head was nothing but static as your face grew hotter with each passing second, despite the cold air hitting you.

“Well then perhaps we continue those lessons?” he asked, the smirk on his face growing wider with each unsteady inhale of air.

“Right now?” you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He simply nodded his head, his smirk turning into a full blown grin. It was wicked and fatal and positively sinful. You attempted to pull back, your mind screaming at you to not fall back into what you knew to be a honey trap. But instead of backwards you moved forward, desperate to get as close as physically possible to him, but even then it wasn’t enough.

“But someone could see, the Warden’s heavily patrol this close to the city,” you said, eyes widening a fraction as you stare up at Orophin. His finger moves up your body and to your face, tracing your cheekbones with a phantom touch.

“Let’s hope they have enough courtesy to not interrupt, these lessons are paramount to your stay here in Galadhrim.”

Before you could even breath, he brought his face down towards the crook of your neck. And when his face was only a few centimeters away from making contact with your skin, he paused. The warm breath that hit your skin felt like a frost storm compared to the heat building in you.

“Im innas na harno cin, nin lend lóth”

“Im innas na harno cin, nin lend lóth.” The phrase felt jagged and rough, the elven dialect still foreign from your lips, while Orophin’s were smooth as silk.

“Good, it seems you’ve learned more than originally thought,” he muttered, the vibration of his voice sent a shiver up your spine, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. You couldn’t do anything, your mind nothing more than a pile of mush. All you can do is nod, anticipating the next move Orophin made.

“What does it mean?” you asked, voice so quiet you were sure he didn’t hear.

After what seemed like eternity, but in reality was only a minute, Orphan placed his soft lips against your neck, leaving behind feather light kisses as he moved up your neck, onto your jawline, and up towards your cheeks. He pulled away just a hair as you watched him with wide eyes, desperate for him to do something.

“It means, my dear, we have a long night ahead of us.” he whispered. He graced you with one more wicked grin before closing the gap between the two of you, his lips firmly pressed against yours.

o0o0o0o

The pillow beneath your neck was plush and soft, your body nearly melting into a puddle, sinking into the heavenly mattress that supported your tense body. A silk blanket was haphazardly strewn across your body, crumpled and bunching in places. As was usual in Lothlorien, the night sky was beautiful. From your location, the moon was out of sight, but the stars burned so bright you hardly noticed as their light trickled in from the open roof of your talan. The air was cooling against your hot skin, a welcomed change in temperature.

The soft melody of elves singing in the distance would normally lull you to sleep, their angelic voices drawing out your thoughts, but tonight it grated against your ears. You clenched the delicate blanket in your hands, finger causing crinkles in the soft fabric as it threatened to tear. But you weren’t mad at them or their heavenly singing that was without a single flaw, no it was something unrelated to singing, but very much including elves.

“Are you trying to ruin your duvet, meril nin,”

And like clockwork, the very source of your anger and confusion waltzed into your room as if it was his. The lighthearted easiness he carried himself with was a matching set to the smirk that always seemed to be tugging on his lips. But his eyes, his eyes were different this time. You were never good at reading people, even worse when it came to elves who’ve had hundreds of years to practice controlling their emotions. Yet even you could tell there was something different in them tonight. Maybe it was the starlight and the way it shined down upon him, casting a halo atop his beautiful silvery hair. A part of you wondered if you could cut a piece and sell it off to an unsuspecting merchant and pass it off as silver that’s been turned to thread.

“What do you want Orophin, it’s late?” your tone was exasperated and tired. It always seemed like one thing or another with Orophin that would just leave you more confused than sated.

“To see you of course!” he exclaimed, a jovial expression perfectly placed on his face. His eyes were alight with wonder and excitement, his lips curling into a grin filled with promises of fun and bad ideas.

“Well I need to sleep.”

He just raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at you, but otherwise seemed undeterred. He took long strides towards your bed, closing the already miniscule distance between the two of you. Before you could even blink more than three times, he sat on your bed, languidly leaning back until he was lying atop your thighs. He looked at you with wide eyes and fluttered his lashes at you.

“Why are you so grumpy, meril? I thought humans had fun,” he teased, lifting his hand and tapping the end of your nose with his finger, booping you like a cute pet. You couldn’t tell if it was demeaning or downright adorable.

“I’m not grumpy.”

“Yes you are my dear.” He pushed himself up just enough to swing one leg over you, now straddling your thighs. He began crawling up your body until his knees were flesh with your hips, hands resting beside your head. He leaned down, until there was only a few inches in between.

Your skin was on fire, burning hotter and hotter with each second that passed. Your eyes searched his face for anything to clue you in on his motives, despite already knowing them. Maybe you were just hoping for something different than the usual procedure.

“Perhaps I can offer some assistance?”

A smirk appeared on his face, eyes shining in the pale light streaming in from the open rooftop. It was trouble, you knew that, but maybe the fallout wouldn’t be so bad. So against your better judgement, you leaned forward, connecting your lips with his.

His lips were as sweet and soft as they normally were, the scent of him lulling you deeper and deeper into euphoric bliss, like a wave pulling you deeper and deeper into the ocean. All reason left your brain, the only thing it could focus on being him and the feeling of his body pressed against you. You reach a hand up, tangling it in his silver hair. It slides through your fingertips like silk, falling from your hand like a waterfall. Your hand wandered up until you met the braids that held the front pieces of his hair back. You scrape your fingers along his scalp before trailing your hand down. You graze the very tip of his ear, light as a feather.

He lets out a gasp, the sound swallowed by your mouth. He pulls away for a moment, migrating his lips from your mouth down and down until he’s leaving angel kisses along your neck.

Then like being woken from a deep sleep with a piercing scream, your eyes shot open. You pull your hands away from Orophin, cradling your hand as if he burnt the flesh. You sit up and attempt to catch your breath, feeling like you ran 10 miles without a break.

“We need to stop.”

“Why meril?” a sly smirk appeared on his face, as he began to crawl towards you to close the new distance between you two, only pausing when you held a hand out.

“I’m serious, Orophin,” your voice was stern and confident, the opposite of the chaos that was in your brain. Worldesly, he moves off of you, opting to sit on the other side of you, feet hanging over the side of the bed.

“What is it?”

“What are we?” you said, he opens his mouth, but you cut him off, already not liking the glint in his eyes. “I’m being serious.”

A sigh escaped his mouth, causing your heart rate to increase and your anxiety to kick into overdrive.

The dreaded conversation you always knew would come.

“I thought we were just, you know, having fun.” The words cut into you like a knife, the pain almost physical.

“Oh.”

“It’s just, it’s difficult, I thought you knew that.” he said, some frustration leaking into his voice, whether it was directed at you or him, you didn’t know. “Us together would just be too difficult.” The knife embedded in your heart twists.

“How can you say that when we aren’t even trying?” you exclaimed, the words rushed and your voice crackling at odd spots.

“Because I know it to be true.” he said. His voice was short and cold, something you never associated with the warmth Orophin usually radiated.

You stutter, your brain short circuiting as you attempt to process everything.

And when your brain finally caught up, Orophin was gone, disappearing into the night.

o0o0o0o

“You lean too heavily to your right, did you know that?”

You jumped, not far, but enough to break the intense concentration you moments prior had. In your fright, the hand tightly gripping the bow string loosen and before you could react the arrow was released. It pathetically sailed through the arrow, bearing too far to the right. It only managed to get halfway through the training ground before it fell to the ground, like a limp noodle.

Whirling your body, a scowl overcoming your face, you saw Orophin. He was only a few paces away from you, holding a bright red apple that he brought to his mouth and took a bite from. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes when he started making exaggerated noises of delight, his eyes shut as if the apple was the most euphoric thing he'd tasted.

“What was that for?” you exclaimed, your very short fuse exploding. “You ruined a perfectly good shot!”

He finished chewing the piece of apple he bit off and then tossed it into the trees. One ashen eyebrow quirked at you as Orophin sauntered towards you, walking with the relaxed confidence only he could manage and a sly smirk on his face. Like clockwork, your heart began pounding in your chest and your face heated up.

And he knew it too, you could see it in the way his smirk widened just a fraction and his eyes lit up with amusement.

So you just scowled deeper, narrowing your eyes at him in hope of convincing not only him, but yourself that he didn’t have any effect on you.

Biggest lie of the century.

“If it was perfectly good it would’ve hit the target?” he said, his words teasing and light.

“Well it would’ve if you didn’t distract me!” you replied. You were seething, not because of the arrow, but because of Orophin. He was confusing and infuriating, and perfect in every way. And you hated yourself, hated yourself because you couldn’t hate him, not really.

“Are you saying I’m distracting? My lady, I am flattered that you can’t focus on anything just by merely hearing my voice!” he exclaimed, smirk contorting into a full blown smile. It’s blindingly bright and captivating, everything the sun shining down on Lothlorien was.

“That’s not that I said you i-idiot!”

“Really? That’s what I heard,” he replied, closing the distance between the two of you. He stopped a few inches away from you, close enough that you could hear his heartbeat and feel his breath fanning against you, and if you tried hard enough, you’d momentarily make contact if you breathed hard enough. The intoxicating scent of trees, rain, and something else that was distinctly Orophin. You hated how dizzy it made you feel and you hated that it was easily the sweetest smell you’ve experienced.

He placed his hand on your tense shoulder and began to turn your body. With eyebrows that nearly touched your hairline, you opened your mouth, prepared to demand to know his intentions, but nothing came out except for a pitiful squawk. He turned your body until you were facing the direction of the training field, staring straight at the target you previously attempted to hit.

“Relax, you’re as tense as Haldir when we’re on patrol.” He practically purred in your ear, the air from his words tickling your ear in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

“What are you doing?” You were cautious and on high alert, full well knowing how things with Orophin usually ended.

“Fixing your form. it’s not bad for a human, but you’re with the Eldar now,” he whispered. Orophin wrapped one arm around your waist and brought the other one to rest underneath the elbow of your bow arm. His touch was light and delicate, feeling more like the caress of a ghost than a corporeal person. And like a machine, you brought the bow up into position, placing a fresh arrow into proper position with a single fluid movement.

“I also wanted to apologize for last night. I should not have stormed out the way I did.”

“It’s okay,” you said, your voice hoarse and rough, like a sharp rock.

“It’s not, but I appreciate the sentiment. Now let’s get back to the archery lesson, mell nin.”

“Mell nin. That means my dear?” You turned to face him, eyes widened like a doe as you carefully watched his face. His eyes locked with yours, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. He grinned at you with a look more radiant and shining than before. Gods, you could go blind if you stared at him for too long, but it would be worth it. Blindness wouldn’t be so bad if his face would be burned into your mind for the rest of your life.

“You’ve been catching on”

“Sometimes I listen,” you replied, keeping your voice low so as to not disturb the quiet aura that encapsulated the two of you. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Orophin this soft with you, usually he was all mischief and sex appeal. But now he was… at ease and relaxed, like he didn’t have to put on any airs.

It was… nice.

Your lips tilted upwards as your eyes shined like starlight. Your erratic heartbeat slowed until it was in time with Orophin’s. Your eyes flickered down to his lips then back to his eyes. He followed your movements, not eyeing you like a predator but with… something else. Something you’ve seen the elves share with their husband or wife, the type of softness and vulnerability only present with someone you really care about.

And you know, without a shadow of a doubt where Orophin’s thoughts stood seeing as he verbalised them last night in your room. You knew he didn't see this going anywhere permanent. Yet the look in his eyes and the complete ease he has around you says otherwise.

And then it’s suddenly cold. And before you have a chance to even blink, Orophin is gone, again.

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“You can come out now, you pointy eared dummy!” you yelled, flailing your arms wildly as you do so, the wine bottle precariously held in your fingertips slipping and falling to the ground. Your eyes follow it, watching with wide eyes as the bottle hits the forest floor, bubbly liquid pouring out of the open top.

“Shit,” you muttered, but made no move to pick it up.

“That’s not very nice,” a soft melodic voice said from behind you. It was beautiful and light… you hated it. Whirling around, your legs wobbled as you began to lose your balance. Orophin surged forward to steady you, but you slapped his arm away.

“Don-- don’t touch me. No means no Oro,” you said, stumbling backwards until you fell to the ground, landing on your butt. Pain immediately flared up in the area, a pathetic whimper leaving your mouth.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, moving towards you with slow and exaggerated movements, treating you like a scared baby. The thought caused you to scoff. You probably were a baby to half of the people here. Stupid elves and their stupid immortality.

“Yes, emotionally and physically,” you said, closing your eyes and holding your head up, attempting to keep a sliver of your dignity. “But mainly physically right now.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t drink so much then.” Once he was close enough, Orophin sat on the ground, his knees ghosting your skin. It burned like hot coals, singing the skin.

“Maybe you shouldn’t drink more!” You pointed a finger at him and scowled, attempting to appear menacing. And in your mind, you were, except your finger couldn’t stay still and your face looked more like a pouting puppy than a fearsome killer. It would’ve made Orophin laugh if not for the sorrow poorly hidden in your eyes and your current pathetic state. He didn’t have to ask, he knew it was because of him.

“I haven’t had any wine today,” he said, using the same tone he did when he found you alone in the Lorien woods all those months ago. When he had to coax you out from behind the mallorn trees after narrowly escaping a pack of orcs that got too close to Lorien.

“Not my problem.”

“Of course! I must bear this burden on my own, my lady.” His tone was overly exaggerated. Against your better judgement, a smirk pulled at the corner of your lips, faint chuckle escaping between your lips.

“There’s that smile,” he teased, reaching forward and poking your cheek.

“Stop treating me like a child you stupid dolphin fin,” you muttered angrily, swatting at his invading hand. “I’m an adult you know.”

“Of course you are.”

“And don’t you forget it, buster!” You pointed a finger in his general direction, eyes still firmly shut.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, allowing the quiet atmosphere to swallow you whole. Orophin sighed, moving so he sat beside you, careful to not touch you.

“What’s wrong meleth? Why did you drink so much? Normally it’s near impossible to get you to drink more than two glasses when we’re together,” His voice is quiet and serious.

‘Don’t call me love like that, you fool. You don’t love me, not really,” you muttered, leaning your head against the tree behind you. The silver bark is softer than you thought it would’ve been. Certainly not as rough and coarse as the ones back home.

“And how do you know that?” His eyes burned into your skin, like the sun bouncing off of a magnifying glass and incinerating small ants.

“In case you’ve forgotten, you’re the one who said we couldn’t be together.” you said, opening your eyes for the first time since he sat by you. You searched his face for anything, but you couldn’t read him, probably due to your state of intoxication.

“That’s not wh--” he began but you promptly cut him off by placing your hand over his mouth.

“But it’s how it was received. I get it Orophin, I’m human you're an elf,--” you obnoxiously exaggerated the word. “--your oil and I’m water, I get it now, don’t worry. It’s cool, there were no rules, so it’s on me that I let it get this far,” You told him.

And you tried. You really tried to sound unbothered and nonchalant, to be as cold as ice. But the words were hollow, exposing how hurt you really were.

Stupid elf.

“You have to understand how diff--” Once again, you cut him off, the words being swallowed by the palm of your hand.

“No, you don’t understand. I’ve played your little game for months and I’m tired of it. You hear me? Tired!” you exclaimed. You leaned forward and attempted to stand from your sitting position, however as soon as you moved, the world around you grew fuzzy, Orophin multiplying into two.

“Be careful,” he snapped at you as he reached out to grab a hold of you. He pulled you from the ground, but you violently ripped away from him.

“Don’t touch me you-- you, you big dummy!” you yelled, pushing him away and onto the forest floor. The fall was broken by the lush greenery that covers the Lorien first floor, so he easily scrambled up. You stumbled away, in your mind moving at the speed of lightning, however you were only able to get five paces away before falling to the ground.

Tears of frustration and sadness built up in your eyes, your hands clenching tightly into fists. Hot tears streamed down your face, as you lay there on the floor like a baby throwing a tantrum. You smacked your fist against the ground, the throbbing pain dulled by alcohol.

“I hate you, you know that? I hate you because I really don’t,” you muttered, already knowing Orophin was standing behind you. He said nothing and you couldn’t decide if that was better or worse.

“I just- I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to keep sneaking around like I’m some horrible secret. I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep getting small pieces of you.”

You turned and looked at him, eyes tear stained and your face splotching and red. God you were a mess. And in the glimmer of the starlight, you saw a faint stream of tears falling down his cheeks, landing on the ground. God, they even cry pretty.

“Y/N--” he began, taking a single step towards you, causing you to scoot forward, sliding across the forest like a toddler who can’t walk right.

“God, I love you, and that’s probably the worst thing you’ve ever heard,” you muttered. Your mind no longer felt foggy from the wine, your eyes glossy from tears and not a state of intoxication. You stood up, and walked away, leaving Orophin behind. And the hand he held outstretched towards you slowly fell limp as he watched you walk away.

o0o0o0o

It had been months since you’d last spoken to Orophin. Time passed agonizingly slow, minutes becoming centuries, yet everything felt like a haze at the same time. Every day regret would beat against you, pushing you further and further into a never ending abyss. It was odd not having Orophin intruding on your day in some way, scarily enough, it was almost like Orophin was never there. The phantom of where he used to touch you burned like ice until you were nearly numb all over your body.

God it was hell, trying to keep up with his whirlwind of emotions, trying to decipher if you were just having a fun time or if he truly cared for you. It was exhausting being in a constant state of turmoil, your heart bleeding nearly every second, only to be lazily patched up with every kiss. But at least you had a piece of him, even if it was just a sliver.

You did everything to give off the illusion of being preoccupied. You went wandering through the forest collecting flowers, you practiced embroidering and then practiced again, you read the same three books over and over again, but everything always came back to Orophin. And for that you were glad he was gone with the other Wardens, patrolling the forest. The orcs were growing more bold in their attacks, so Haldir increased the watch and the Warden’s time away. You didn’t trust your self control, and if Orophin was just within your grasp, you would’ve caved long ago. Falling back into him and whatever he was willing to give you, only to begin the hellish cycle all over again.

For once you were grateful for Haldir’s extreme dedication to his job.

So now you lay in your favorite clearing, lazily flipping through a book you’ve already memorized, the grass cocooning you, leaving angel kisses on your body. The sound of grass crumpling beneath someone’s step brought you from your thoughts. Looking up, you saw Orophin, standing with the trees. He was wearing his Lorien cloak, weaved in every color of the forest to better conceal the wearer, and his leather armor with his bow loosely held at his side.

You stared at him and he looked back. His eyes were wide and hopeful, nearly glossy in the light. His lips were pulled in a thin line, and you could see him chewing on the inside of his lips.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, slowly closing your book and placing it beside you. You sat up, but didn't stand. You refuse to be the one to leave.

“You were wrong.”

“What?” you asked, eyes narrowed at him as you purse your lips.

“You were wrong.” he stated again, as if it would suddenly become clearer to you.

“I don’t under--” you began but he cut you off. Like the wind, he rushed towards you, his bow forgotten on the forest floor where he used to stand. He slid onto his knees so he was level with you, grasping your hands in his and surged forward, the force knocking you to the ground.

“What are you--” You started to say, face immediately turning red and your heart rate increasing. And then he’s kissing you. Not with his usual playfulness, or the lust that laced every touch, but it was nice and soft and sweet. More akin to an innocent first kiss rather than the fire he usually possessed. And as soon as his lips were on you, they were off, but he didn’t move, and you didn’t want him to.

“You were wrong. It isn’t the worst thing I’ve ever heard.” he muttered, his breath tickling your lips.

Oh.

In that moment it clicked, the foggy memoires you have of that night coming back to you. You’d uttered that exact phrase to him, “I love you, and that’s probably the worst thing you ever heard.” Against your better judgement, a small smile forms on your lips and this time it was you closing the distance.

“I love you, meleth nin. I. Love. You.” he punctuated each word with a kiss, causing your skin to burn where his lips touched. “And I’m sorry I refused to admit it for so long.”

“You better be,” you replied, pulling his body closer to you, if that was physically possible.

“Does this mean I’m forgiven?” he asked, pulling away from your lips. You smirked at him, eyes alight with the mischief that was missing for so long.

“No, but that could be earned,” you said, playing with the fine hair at the nape of his neck.

“I must warn you, it’s going to be a lot of hard work,” you teased, pressing your lips to the corner of his lips. A small whine left his mouth as he attempted to capture your lips fully with his.

“Then it’s a good thing I’m a dedicated Warden.”

“We’ll see about that.”

o0o0o0o

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sukkasupremacy · 4 years

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Wrapped Around Their Fingers

ANOTHER SUKKA ONE SHOT! This time with the Sukka babies: They’re twins & 4 in this one. This is an excerpt of my “Two Warriors” Fanfic!

“Good morning Mama!” The small child threw herself on the bed and hugged her mother.

“Good Morning baby.” Suki groggily said ruffling Yumie’s hair.

“Daddy, what’s for breakfast.” Akari asked wiggling her way into her father’s arms. He kissed her forehead tiredly and she threw her arms around his neck. Daddy’s girl.

“I don’t know my little warrior, what do you want?”

Akari stuck her lip out as she thought. Suki and Sokka chuckled. She was so cute.

“Yumie, come here” She urged her sister to her.

She whispered in her ear.

Sokka and Suki found it fascinating and adorable how their girls were so close.

“Can we have cookies?” Akari asked dragging ‘cookies.’

Suki sighed, “Well...”

Yumie squeezes her father’s face between her little hands, “Daddy please?!” She made those eyes. If there was one thing that got Sokka to give in it was his three girls’ eyes.

He ruffled her hair and looked to Suki, “Suki help, she’s being cute.”

“Daddy. I want cookies please.” Akari said in her little voice. She began to shake his shoulder and whine. Sokka’s heart squeezed. She was so adorable.

“I-I mean. Okay, fine.”

“YAY!” They hugged him and giggled. Suki glared at him then smiled. The two bouncy children shot up out of the bed and ran into the living room, giggling and bending at each other. Sokka groaned. Bender kids.

Suki rolled over to him and cuddle into his chest. He leaned down to look at her. She began to play with his hair and smiled, “You know councilmen, you need to be more stern with them.” She chuckled as she kissed his jaw.

He scrunched her morning hair with his fingers, “I’m trying but they’re so cute. How do I say no?”

Suki chuckled and cupped his cheek, “Your girls sure are your weakness.”

“All three of you.” He chuckled. Suki rolled her eyes.

He leaned down and kissed her, this time with as much love as he could. Suki moaned when he deepened the kiss, running his hands up her back. She clutched his hair as she pulled away leaning her forehead into his.

“Be careful there councilmen. You might get me pregnant again.” She chuckled and locked her lips with his again.

He pulled away, his breath a little unsteady, “What if I want to?”

A grin made a way onto her face. She leaned her forehead into his again and began to caress his cheek, “I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” He chuckled and brought her in again.

“DADDY.”

Sokka and Suki perked up mid-morning makeout. Akari crossed her arms, giving them her sassy lip pout. Yumie rolled her eyes and groaned.

“We’re hungry.” Yumie states. Akari nods.

Suki turns to face them. Sokka brought his arms around her torso and began to kiss her neck.

Suki glared at him, “Girls, in a second we’re getting ready.”

They shrugged and walked away.

Suki flipped to face Sokka. She narrowed her eyes at him, “Babe, you can’t try to seduce me in front of our daughters. It’s inappropriate.”

Sokka scoffed and began to kiss the front of her neck which caused Suki to quietly moan.

“Shouldn’t the girls see that their parents love each other?” He leaned up to peck her lips which caused Suki to frown.

“You’re so cute, Suki.” He sealed her lips again.

“Wow, he’s being needy this morning.” Suki thought.

“Mmm. Sokka?”

He leaned out of it for a moment, “Yes, Baby?”

Suki pulled his head toward hers and wrapped one leg around his him to pull him closer, “You’re so.” Sokka cut her off with another kiss which caused her to groan, “Mmm. Sexy.”

He chuckled and began to lean in again.

“DADDY!”

He perked up and Suki giggled, “COMING BABIES! HOLD ON.”

Suki pinched his cheek, “They got you between their fingers.”

“So do you.” Suki blushed

The two warriors got out of bed stretching all of their nighttime knots away.

Sokka brought his arms around her upper body and began to attack her neck with kisses.

“Sokka-“ She squirmed at his touch.

He took her body into his grasp and dipped her below him.

“A dance with my beautiful wife.” He leaned down to kiss her and Suki giggled out of the kiss.

“Sokka, you are too much sometimes.”

“I love you, Suki.” He began to lean in but he flinched as his daughters ear piercing screeches echoed through the house.

“DADDY! MAMA!”

“COMING!” They chimed in unison.

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“Okay, Yumie. Now, carefully pour. No-“ Sokka gently took her wrists and guided her hands over the bowl.

“Sorry, daddy.” She hung her head.

Sokka kissed the top of her head, “Hey, we all make mistakes! That’s okay!”

“Okay!” He allowed Yumie to stir the wet ingredients. The child happily hummed a tune. She was taking after Suki’s singing talent.

Sokka’s eyes flicked up to see as her and Akari rolled the first batch of cookies. The sun was shining behind her, making her skin and hair glow warmly. Her smile was gentle and sweet and she guided Akari’s little fingers on how to properly roll cookies. Her eyes were soft at the sight of her girl. She looked absolutely perfect and stunning to Sokka. She was angel.

Suki caught him staring and mouthed to him, “I love you,” and blew him a kiss. He blushed at her sentiment.

“Ooo, daddy likes mommy.” Akari giggled as she shaped one cookie into a heart.

“Mommy and Daddy are always kissing each other.” Yumie stuck her toungue out and her nose scrunched up.

Sokka couldn’t help but pinch her nose , “HEY.” She hit him which made Suki laugh.

“You’re like you’re mom Yumie. Very feisty.”

“I wanna be like mommy when I grow up.” Yumie said, carefully stirring in the flour.

“Awww you are so cute Yumie.” Sokka pinched her cheek this time. Yumie grumbled in annoyance and swatted his hand away.

“I wanna be like mommy so I can beat daddy up.” She said bluntly rolling her eyes. She was the sassy one out of the twins.

Suki dropped her cookie dough and began to laugh. Akari covered her mouth and looked at her mother.

Sokka wasn’t impressed. He scooped Yumie up and she shrieked. He rocked her around in his arms and began to tickle her causing the child and the others to laugh breathlessly.

Yumie began to kick and scratch at Sokka, “DADDY STOP IT.” She growled like a polar bear dog as he flipped her over his shoulder and began to bop her around.

Akari was on the floor laughing and Suki looked at Yumie and Sokka adoringly. She loved them so much.

“DADDY IM GOING TO CHI BLOCK YOU.” She squealed as he tickled her lower back. The child hit Sokka right at his pressure point. Sokka yelped, causing him to lose his grip on her. Yumie was very good at parkour and flips like her mother so she flipped off of Sokka with ease.

After the pain of Yumie’s attack faded, Sokka looked down at her. The child was covering her mouth, eyes wide. She was clearly scared that she would be punished. But Sokka wasn’t one to punish. He lifted her off the ground from her armpits.

Yumie wiggled, “Daddy, that tickles!”

Sokka raised his eyebrows at her, “You know what else tickles?” He ran her over to the couch, put her down, and began to tickle her tummy and armpits, leaving loving kisses on the side of her neck. Yumie shrieked in delight.

“Rawr. I’m gonna eat you Yumie! I’m the cookie bender.” He went back to her neck and began to playfully fake eat her. Yumie squealed.

“Daddy! That tickles!”

Akari ran over to join, “ME TOO DADDY! ME TOO! AHHH.” She shrieked as he began to tickle her as well.

Suki leaned on the wall and watched Sokka play, tickle, and kiss their kids. She couldn’t help but smile and wonder how she got so lucky. This sight reminded her of those mornings in Ba Sing Se where Sokka and her would tickle fight.

Suddenly, she felt a ticklish feeling. She began to laugh,”SOKKA!”

She squirmed as he lifted her up from the torso and threw her on the couch. He pinned her down and began to tickle and pin her as he did to their kids. The only difference was the kisses were on her neck and lips.

“SOKKA- I WILL! MMM.” Sokka shut her up with a kiss and continued to go at her sides with his fingers.

Sokka pulled away and smiled at her lovingly. Suki drowned in his eyes. She felt like a big glob of loving mush when she looked at him. She could hear their daughters giggling as they watched them. Suki pulled his head down again and kissed him passionately on the lips. Sokka melted and kissed her back.

“Oooo, they’re so cute!” Akari squealed.

“Yucky.” Yumie gagged.

Suki caressed down his jaw with her free hand and down his shirt. Suddenly Sokka pulled away and his laughter boomed through the house causing the twins to roll on the floor in laughter. Suki pinned him down and tickled him all over. Sokka surrendered

“HEHE DADDY IS TICKLISH.” Akari squealed as she jumped on Suki’s back to hug her. Yumie followed, clinging to her leg.

The weight was too much and Suki rolled off of Sokka and landed in a pile on the ground with her daughters. They all laughed and Sokka joined them on the floor.

The little family cuddled on the floor with each other and there was nothing but love there.

The house was filled with the aroma of the sweet taro and ube cookies. They were done. Sokka got up to cool them down with a hand fan.

The girls eagerly sat down crisscross applesauce at the low bamboo table. They bounced as Sokka served them the fresh baked cookies. With each serve, he kissed each of them on the head and ruffled their hair. Suki’s heart melted.

“One for you my beautiful wife.” Sokka kissed her cheek and she blushed.

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“YEAH GO YUMIE! GET EM BABY GIRL!” Sokka shot up from his seat and cheered for Yumie as she knocked a kid down into a pin down. They were at the girls’ Kyoshi Warrior Martial Arts tournament. Suki brought Sokka down. She appreciated his support for the girls but he was a bit embarassing.

She pulled his jaw toward her and gave him a chaste kiss on it before she turned back to watch Yumie, “Calm down, love.”

He grabbed her shoulders and shook them, “SUKI, I CAN’T. THEY’RE SO GOOD AT WARRIORING. JUST LIKE YOU.”

She put her finger to his lip and he kissed it making her roll her eyes, “Watch,Akari’s next.”

“I’m nervous. She been having a rough time. She’s really small compared to the other girls.”

Suki turned to face him, “Hey, don’t underestimate our little girl. She is perfectly-“

“YES AKARI! GET EM BABY GIRL. THATS IT! SLAM EM! THEY’RE GOING DOWN!” Sokka whistled as Akari put the taller girl in a headlock and brought her down.

Suki rolled her eyes at Sokka and cheered, “GOOD JOB BABY GIRL!”

Yumie had placed 1st and Akari had placed 3rd with a special “Future Fighter” award as well. Sokka and Suki were incredibly proud of them.

“Daddy, why did you yell so loud. It was embarassing!”Yumie scoffed as she fiddled with her medal. Shortly after,she urged for her mother to pick her up.

“Yeah, It was.” Akari rolled her eyes and held Suki’s hand.

Sokka tried to take Akari’s hand but she swiftly pulled it away, “No daddy.”

Sokka frowned at the little girl and whines, “Why,Akari?”

“Because you’re embarassing.” Yumie giggles at Akari’s burn to Sokka. Akari may be a water bender but she sure knew how to burn people.

Sokka fake pouted which caused Suki to scoff, “Mommy’s not annoying. Right girls?”

“Nope.” They said in unison.

Yumie spotted a Earthberry Sorbet Cart and got an idea. She wiggled out of Suki’s grip and skipped over to Akari, pulling her away from Sokka. She whispered in her ear and Akari giggled. Suki look over at Sokka and they shrugged.

“I wonder what they’re up too...” Sokka said scratching the back of his neck.

Yumie and Akari began to walk in the middle of Suki and Sokka. Their smiles and walk were full of michevious vibes.

Akari grabbed Sokka’s hand, “ Daddyyyyyy.”

“Yes, what is it?”

“Can we get some Earthberry Sorbet? Pretty please.” She made her polar-bear dog eyes at him.

Resist. Resist.

Suki raised her eyebrow at him. She would say yes but she wanted to see if he would give in like he did that morning.

Sokka looked down at both of them. They pleaded with their eyes.

“You guys already had cookies for breakfast-“

“But but daddy me and Yumie did so good at the tournament, see.” She held her medal up. Suki covered her mouth to hold back her laughter. Sokka’s expression told her that he was trying to resist.

“Akari-“ He said firmly.

“I won’t call you embarassing anymore...” She flashed him a cheeky grin.

Yumie giggled. Sokka looked over at Suki for help but she high-fived Yumie.

“You know babe, I could use some Earthberry Sorbet also.” They stopped walking all three of them looked at Sokka.

He panicked, “Oh Alright.”

Defeat.

Yumie and Akari screeched and they ran to the Earthberry Sorbet vendor and ordered what they wanted.

Sokka frowned but he his heart couldn’t help from shining. He loved his girls so much. Suki took his hand and turned his face to kiss him sweetly. She pulled away and gazed lovingly into his eyes.

“What was that for?”

She half smiled, “You’re such a good dad and husband. I love you.”

He hugged her, “I Love you too.”

“Now you have to go pay for those. They aren’t free!”

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angelguk · 5 years

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» in your arms tonight - jeongguk scenario

Jeon Jeongguk - BTS

words - 5.2k

genre - college!au, smut, established relationship, domestic!au, drabble

warnings - oral sex (fem and male receiving) / fingering / riding / nipple play / edging + orgasm denial / unprotected sex / switch!jeongguk / dom!reader / gukkie finds out he has a new kink ( or fetish man idk) / this is mostly soft so don’t expect some hardcore bdsm / this was meant to be a drabble but clearly i have no idea what that word means (5k words im really,,,,,,)

soundtracks - beabadoobee, soren & dance with me (please listen to them, these songs sound like what falling in love feels like)

He heard the rush of water from the tap in the bathroom come to a halt, followed by the patter of your bare feet against the tiles as you searched for a towel to wipe your mouth with. Your movements were in time with the gentle patter of rain rushing from the skies above. The sound did something to his heart, a wave of contentment floating through his body as he wiggled in the bed sheets. He almost wanted to get up and join you but the ache in his legs from yesterday’s workout kept him cemented to the soft comforter beneath him. And the pillows smelt like you too – at least like your shampoo. It was peach or something and he couldn’t help but bury his nose into the fabric, eyes fluttering close.

The towel hit his head with a resounding thud.

“Yah! Are you not going to get up and brush your teeth?” You didn’t sound annoyed so Jeongguk didn’t retaliate, still enamoured by the way his bed smelled like you. But he did toss the towel into some corner of his room - he’d find it tomorrow morning.

“Later,” He whined instead, cracking open his eyes to find you standing at the door of his bathroom, one of his white t-shirts bellowing around your minute frame and a miffed frown on your face. It hid the shorts you had underneath but from where he was situated it looked like you were wearing nothing but his shirt. He didn’t expect the jump in his heart when that small realization hit him. “Come here.”

“Do I look like a dog to you?” You retorted, shutting the bathroom door as you moved forward, a small smile on your face. “Ordering me around with your stinky breath. Heathen.”

“Shut up, you know you like it.” He rolled back, pulling down the sheets he’d cocooned around himself so you climb in beside him. You rolled your eyes in response, tossing aside the pizza boxes Jeongguk had dumped on your side of the bed and clambering onto the mattress. The small act had his shirt raising up your bare thighs and oh – oh.

“You removed the shorts?” He asked, acutely aware of how his voice sounded constricted in his throat.

You hummed in response, collapsing beside his figure, the fabric of his shirt bunching around your waist as you did so, fulling exposing the little black underwear you had on. In a second, the sight that had Jeongguk’s heart thrumming against his chest and his blood flowing to places he was too tired to deal with, was gone – covered by the sheets he suddenly abhorred.

“Fuck.”

You tutted, shifting upright so you could grab the laptop perched precariously on his bedside table. “Nope, don’t you dare. You said you’re too exhausted for sex tonight.”

“I am!” He replied, writhing a little bit so the semi he was sporting could disappear. “You’re just doing that a purpose!”

“I did absolutely nothing.” But he didn’t miss the glimmer in your eyes when your said that, or the way the corners of your lips titled upwards in the smallest smirk.

“I hate you.”

“Sure you do,” You easily replied, fingers swiftly taping away at the keyboard. “Want to watch a movie?”

“Why not.” Hopefully that would distract him from the burning desire to fuck you into the mattress. As much as he wanted to, his thighs couldn’t take it – Hoseok had gone too rough on him at the gym yesterday and coupled with his training for baseball Jeongguk’s legs felt like absolute mush.

“We’re not watching a good one because I’m sick and tired of your commentary.”

“It’s not my fault you don’t have an artistic eye for cinematography,” He sharply retorted, delivering a poke to your waist. “Whiny baby.”

You snorted. “Me? The whiny baby in this relationship? Please go take a look in the mirror.” Jeongguk kicked you shin. “Aw! Fuck off! And it’s not just the cinematography you take a dig at everything – the character development, the plot line, the dialogue – do I need to go on?”

“You don’t get to say anything – you enjoyed Twilight.”

“Yeah when I was fourteen!”

“I saw you watching it last weekend when you were supposed to be studying.”

“Edward is a hot vampire. Like anyone can agree that Robert Pattinson looked good despite that terrible makeup.”

He huffed, raising a hand to ruffle through the soft chestnut strands sticking to his forehead. You reached out your own, fingers slipping through his own as your nails dragged across his scalp. He sighed into it, back arching slightly as you drew patterns on his skull, the feeling of your nails scraping against his skin send shock waves of pleasure through his system. “I don’t care if he was hot, the special effects for that movie were disgusting.” He let out a soft gasp that had your rubbing your thighs together, his eyes closed in pure bliss. “I thought you were Team Jacob.” His voice was husky, telling sign that you’d set him off once more.

“I’m Team I Would Like To Be Fucked Tonight.” You stated, blatantly ignoring the stink eye he shot your way. “But clearly that’s not on our agenda. Have you ever seen Vampires Suck?”

“Obviously not – it sounds horrendous.”

The laugh you let out made something twist in Jeongguk’s gut, a rush of disappointment radiating through him when you retracted your hand. It was bizarre to him, how much he craved your touch. Even the smallest of encounters left him breathless. For fuck’s sake you were just giving him a half-assed head massage and he was riled up again.

“Oh you’re going to hate it,” You replied, oblivious to the wanting look Jeongguk had on your face. The blue screen illuminated your features, eyes bright and sparkling with mischief as you searched up the terrible film. He couldn’t help but smile, a crushing urge to kiss your nose rising in his chest. Sometimes you were so cute and it made him feel like his heart was bursting.

“It’s so stupid but kind of funny at the same time? It’s like a badly made version of Twilight,” You continued, pulling it up on the screen.

“A badly made version of Twilight? Babe, Twilight was terrible, how much worse can it get?”

You beamed. “So much worse.”

“God the things I do for you,” He groaned, shoving his face into the pillows. To be honest Jeongguk didn’t care about what you were watching tonight. His body already felt heavy with sleep and he was most likely going to knock out as soon as the opening credits rolled in.

“Scoot stinky boy,” You commanded, sliding back down into the comforters with the movie loading on the screen. You grabbed a pillow, propping it underneath the device as you scuttled into Jeongguk’s space, your legs landing right above his.

He sniffled, pushing up the pillows with his head so he could get a better view of the screen, “I’m not stinky, you smell,” He countered, wiggling his legs until yours were intertwined with his and your bare thigh was pressed against his own.

Sometimes Jeongguk regretted wearing nothing but boxers to bed. Yeah it was more comfortable but fuck if it wasn’t annoying to have you so close and not have the energy to fuck you the way he wanted to.

“Phew what was that? Smells terrible in here, close your mouth.” Jeongguk wanted to kiss the smile off your face.

“Shut up the movie is starting,” He instead chose to say, trying to distract his mind from how warm you felt against him, how his skin literally tingled with every gentle graze of your skin against his own, and how his dick was starting to become hard again for the third time that night.

It took five minutes of the opening scene for Jeongguk to realise that this was going to be the worst thing he’d ever see with his own two eyes and for his persistent boner to deflate like a popped balloon.

“What the ever living fuck was that?”

You giggled, leaning over to place a finger on top of his pink lips, the action causing Jeongguk to subconsciously pout.

“Shh, Bella is saving Edward.”

“They covered his dick with a disco ball! Why is he stripping in Italy? Why are there fan girls smashing each other with garden tools? What’s with the girls in bikini’s dancing in a jello fountain? Y/N what is this?”

“A masterpiece,” You murmured, pressing a kiss on his check – one that had Jeongguk leaning in for another, preferably on his mouth but you pulled away, flicking him gently against his forehead. “Now shut it and watch the movie.”

“Fine,” He retorted but his mouth was open a second later, eyes already observing a fault in the way the movie was shot.

And that’s the way the rest of your Saturday night ensued, Jeongguk throwing comments that whole movie was a pile of shit while you defended it (and occasionally critiqued because god this movie was horrible). Somewhere along Jeongguk had found a way to envelop you in his arms, pulling you right against his bare chest. He’d slug one of his legs over yours, fully dwarfing you in his hold as he pressed his warm mouth against your neck. His fingertips followed next, idly drawing lazy patterns against your skin while his eyes stayed sharp on the scene. But the movie got boring for him quick, the jokes were sub-par and the style it was shot it physically hurt his soul.

It didn’t take long for his mind to digress, nerves picking up the warmth you were emanating in his arms. Or the way his shirt had ridden up your thigh once again and the only barrier between you and him was the fabric of your panties which was pressed right against his own thigh. And his boxers but that wasn’t on the forefront of his mind. He could slide his thigh in between your legs if he wanted too, he couldn’t help but think about that, dragging a finger against your neck.

The shiver that jerked through your body jostled your backwards, further into his arms until the familiar curve of your ass was pressed right against his crotch.

He forgot the movie was playing in an instant.

You felt his hands suddenly drop to your waist, grabbing at the fabric that had bunched up there, his grip firm as he ground into the curve of your ass. It didn’t take long for you to start dripping, the need for his touch already buzzing beneath your skin just from being near him. But you weren’t going to give in that easily, despite how good his felt against your ass or the little sighs he made as he grew harder by the second.

“Nope, no,” You yanked yourself free, immediately yearning for the feeling of him against you.

“Babe~” There was a nip at your neck, one that nearly had you melting right back into him.

“No – no. You said you were exhausted. Sleep.”

“I retract that statement. Please, fuck, I need you.”

“I can’t hear you over this funny joke,” You taunted, making a point to laugh loudly.

“That was terrible joke and you know it,” He replied, yanking your back into his chest. You whined, raising your fists against his broad chest. Your hands hit taunt muscle as Jeongguk crawled on top of you, pulling underneath his hulking figure.

“No – Jeongguk,” You wheezed out, a laugh stuck in your throat. “The laptop, you’re going to drop it-”

He grabbed it before it could descend to the floor and shatter. In an instance it was slammed shut, abruptly cutting off Bella’s scream, and Jeongguk tossed it back onto the stool it was previously perched on. When he returned his attention to you, you couldn’t help but squirm, a rush of wetness slipping from your pussy at the sight of his dark blown out eyes.

“I was watching the movie,” You said indignantly.

“We can finish it later,” He breezily replied, “Want you now.” The peck on your nose took your off guard but when he pulled away, eyes glimmering with something you couldn’t use words to describe, you couldn’t help but grin.

“I don’t think you know what you do to me,” Jeongguk continued, a hand on your hip tugging you closer underneath him. You swung your legs over his waist, giving him the room to lean down and nudge his cock right against your wet clothed pussy. The sigh he gave at the contact made your stomach flutter with need. “Fuck, babe, you have no idea what you do to me. You’re always so fucking cute even when you’re talking shit.” A press of his lips against your forehead as his hips rolled into yours. You groaned at the movement, revelling in the weight of your boyfriend over you. “You talk back all the damn time and it just makes me so hard. Even when you know you’re wrong – and you’re always wrong.” Another roll of his hips, this time rougher, one that had your cunt dripping. You nearly smacked the side of his head for the backhanded compliment but the next thing that slipped from Jeongguk’s mouth had you halting. “I love that – I love you.”

“Fuck,” You whispered, hands finding themselves entangled in his hair. “Fuck, I love you too.”

He stuttered to a pause, cock still pressed against you, staring at you with wide eyes. “You – you don’t have to say it back, if you don’t mean it.”

“No, I want to. Wanted to for a while now and I mean it. Jeongguk I love you.”

The bewildering laugh he let out echoed in your chest, the smile on his face so wide you couldn’t help but cup his cheeks and grin back. “I love you too Y/N.”

Then his lips were on yours and you could only melt into it. His tongue slipped beside yours, coaxing soft broken moans from your lips that had him bucking harder against you. Jeongguk tasted like the pepperoni pizza you’d gotten for dinner and coupled with the mint flavoured toothpaste you used the combination was not the best but it didn’t even matter because the boy above you loved you. You’d know for a while that this relationship was something else because Jeongguk made you feel things you didn’t even know you were capable of sometimes. Things were always so comfortable with him, even if they weren’t always easy. Being with Jeongguk felt right.

And he felt the same, even if he could only communicate it with nips to your lower lip and the tight hold on your hips as he rocked you into the mattress. Jeongguk felt like he was ablaze, from the tips of his toes to the heart slamming against his chest. He never expected you to say it back, at least right away. He didn’t even expect it to come out, it just happened. And the fact that you feel the same has him on the fucking moon and incredibly hard. He could only kiss you harder, map out your mouth with his own because he wanted to imprint the feeling of you whining into him in his memory for the rest of his life.

“Jeongguk,” You pulled away, exposing your neck when Jeongguk immediately latched on to. He was never going to stop kissing you. Never.

“Yeah,” He groaned into your skin.

“Need you to do something else with your mouth.”

“Whatever you want baby.”

He took the hint, sliding down until his breath was hot against your blazing cunt, His arms had pulled up the shirt and you reached down to yank it over your head when Jeongguk stopped you.

“K–keep it on please.”

“Why? You don’t want to see my tits?”

“Fuck,” He sighed, fingers digging into your naked thighs. “No I do, I love your tits… It’s just – I can’t explain, could you keep it on though?”

You raised an eyebrow but dropped your arms, complying with his request. You didn’t miss the little exhale he let out. And then his eyes were trained on your pussy once more.

The first lick made you jolt, even though it was through your underwear you could feel the familiar knot of tightening in your gut. It didn’t help that Jeongguk looked so pretty between your legs, how his wide eyes would flicker to yours for reaffirmation that he was pulling you apart.

“Take them off,” You whispered, after Jeongguk had delivered a kiss to your cunt. He did so with protest, eyes darkening when they landed on the slick covering your inner thighs.

“Look at you princess, you made such a fucking mess. Should I clean it up for you?” He hummed, brushing his nose against your inner right thigh.

“Yes, please fuck-”

He didn’t bother to open you up like he usually would. Jeongguk would take his time eating your own, sliding his tongue down your cunt, tongue dipping below to play with your entrance until he dragged it back up and teased his way to your clit. Tonight Jeongguk immediately latched onto your clit, swirling and flicking in sharp swift motions at had your toes curling in pure bliss and your hands fisting the sheets.

He abruptly pulled away, leaving you heaving as you glanced down. He grinned at your confused expression, lips coated in your slick and a rose flush on his face, and then reached out to direct one of your hands onto his head.

“Pull at my hair,” He murmured.

Oh – oh that you could do, and were about to state it when he resumed his assault on your clit, effectively making your brain melt from the pressure of his tongue on your cunt.

“Holy fucking – Jeongguk!” Your hips moved on their own accord, bucking into his mouth in search of something that would help you topple over and come because you really needed too. It didn’t help that Jeongguk had a low vibration going on his throat, the humming resounding into your cunt with every wet lick and press of his tongue on you. You couldn’t help but claw at his scalp, yanking helplessly at the strands there.

“Please, fuck! Let me come, please let me come.” He didn’t reply, choosing to instead slip two of his fingers between your thighs, circling your entrance with them as he gazed intently at you. The stretch you felt as he pushed them into you had you throwing your head back, legs spreading further apart so he could get deeper. It took a moment or two for him to establish a rhythm that kept in time with the ministrations of his tongue but it didn’t take long for you to come undone underneath them.

The need to orgasm was becoming unbearable. The small tremors in your thighs that you moaning into the heated atmosphere made Jeongguk grin, the flicks against your cunt speeding up. And then he crocked his fingers upwards, the pads of his fingertips slamming right into something that had you screaming his name.

It happened faster than you expected, one second Jeongguk had you unravelling with the sharp jabs into your sopping cunt and the next one you were clenching down on his fingers, thighs shaking with every tidal wave of pleasure that coursed through you. The only thing you knew was him name and he couldn’t help but bask in it. You looked gorgeous like this – mouth thrown open and your eyes on the brink of shutting. It made him so unbelievable hard that it was starting to hurt.

“Fuck,” You exhaled, blinking at the ceiling as Jeongguk pulled his fingers away, immediately cleaning them with his own mouth. The movement garnered your attention and you were left mesmerized as he licked you slick away before giving you a bright smile.

He rose upward, taking his place above you, heart leaping at the sight of your small figure still lost in his shirt but this time with a glow on your face.

“If you want we can do that agai-”

The taste of you on his mouth didn’t deter you. In fact you pulled him closer, your fingers grazing his abdomen, taut muscles involuntarily fluttering at the contact. Jeongguk was built magnificently – you could not deny his hours in the gym really paid off. And it made you want to climb him like a tree.

When Jeongguk detached himself from your lips, he huffed a small laugh landing another peck on your nose. “Your nose is so cute. Have I ever told you that? I love your nose.”

“My nose is ginormous you idiot. Stop trying to change the conversation.” You hand had wandered further down, dipping into the black fabric that strained against the curve of his cock. You didn’t know whether to start with him in your mouth or to sit on his dick immediately.

“Baby,” His mouth was in your neck, “I wasn’t joking when I said I couldn’t fuck you tonight. I don’t think I can handle being on top.”

“Then you don’t have to,” You retorted simply, causing Jeongguk to pull back so he could look you in the eyes. “Do you want me to sit on you first or would you prefer it I sucked you off instead.”

He was visibly stunned, a bewildering look glazing over his eyes. “I-”

You palmed at his cock, relishing in the way he arched into your touch, his eyes falling shut as a choked “Shit” slipped from his lips.

“Pick one baby.”

“Wanna fuck your mouth.”

You grinned, gently pushing him off so you could roll on top. He was now beneath you back against the mattress as his eyes eagerly followed your moments. You kissed the crock of his neck, hands dragging down to roll his nipples in your fingertips. He reacted the way you expected him too, with a soft groan and a curse that went straight to your core.

“Look at my baby, such a good boy,” You whispered against his ear with another flick to his nipples. “You’ve treated me so well tonight and I promise to do the same but I need you to do something for me. Only come when I say you can. Is that okay?”

He nodded so hard his head jolted the pillows apart. That was more than okay for him. You rarely ever took the dominant role in the bedroom but when you did he found it incredibly hot. He wouldn’t come until you let him, even he was aching to right at this very moment.

The only reason why you wanted to withhold his release was because you wanted Jeongguk to feel so good could he couldn’t help but come, you needed to see him like that tonight.

You pressed a satisfied kiss against his mouth, no tongue this time, and then found your way down to his boxers, kneeling forward before the hardness there. This stupid thing should have disappeared ages ago.

Jeongguk tossed them off at your command, leaving his cock exposed to the warm air, curving against his stomach, the tip red and dripping with precum. Your lips wrapped around it with a soft kiss, the welcoming wetness of your mouth leaving Jeongguk groaning as you sunk down on his cock. Where your mouth couldn’t reach your hands occupied.

Your wrists snapped up and down, twisting around his length in quick motions that you knew he liked. You tried to keep up with the pace you’d created with your hands but Jeongguk was thick enough that it was difficult to swallow his cock easily. Especially from this angle. But you pushed through the ache that was burning your jaw and kept the tight hold of your mouth around his dick, tongue swirling around the tip as your hollowed your cheeks.

“Fuck baby, fuck! Like that, yes, fuck I’m gonna – shit I’m gonna come-” He remembered what you’d requested but your mouth was so warm and so wet he couldn’t help but want to come down your throat, not when he could hear the way you were gagging around him. So when you pulled off with a disapproving look he didn’t feel sorry at all.

“Jeongguk,” You slapped his thigh. “You’re terrible at being a sub.”

“Sorry,” He replied, mouth twisted in a languid grin. “I haven’t jacked off in a couple of days and you’re mouth was – yeah your mouth was really nice.”

You sighed, bunching up his shirt at your waist. That revealed the new coat of slick coating your cunt that had the smile tumbling right off Jeongguk’s face. “Do you really need to come right now?”

“Yeah, fuck yeah I do.”

“Where do you want to come? In my mouth or in my pussy?”

Jeongguk’s brain went haywire.

“We’re – we’re not using a condom?” He choked out, painfully aware of how his dick twitched at the prospect of being buried inside you with no barrier.

You shock your head. “No, I want you like that.”

“You sure?” His tone was incredulous.

Another nod.

“Baby, I love you but, like, I’m not ready to be a dad.”

You hit his arm with a laugh bubbling from your mouth. “Idiot my period starts really soon.”

“Really?”

“Yes – please just pick a place to come.”

“Your pussy obviously, shit, come here,” He was reaching out for your hips, dragging your over his crotch. You hovered above him, cunt aching to have something inside it.

“Want me to keep the shirt on?”

“Yeah,” He replied dreamily, eyes enamoured with the way your pussy looked covered in wetness that he was responsible for.

“Jeongguk,” You continued innocently, a sharp look in your eyes.

“Yes baby,” His fingers were digging into your hips, gently pulling you closer to his cock.

“Do you have a kink for me wearing your clothes?” This halted everything.

He didn’t look you in eye as he mumbled out a hasty rambling sentence, “Maybe I do.”

“So that’s a yes?”

“Yeah, is that a bad thing?” He looked so innocent like this, gazing at you with the widest eyes that were brimming with apprehension. He looked like fucking deer caught in headlights who didn’t know whether to run forward or wait for the incoming disaster. You chose not to reply, instead wrapping your hand around his length and lining it up with your entrance. His own fingers were still digging into your hips, tensed as he awaited your answer.

“Jeongguk,” You said, using his cock to toy at your entrance. He groaned despite his uneasiness, the veins in his neck twitching. “Anything you find hot, I find hot. Just know that you’ve just given me free range to steal all your shirts now.”

The snarky reply on his tongue transformed into a groan of pleasure as you sunk down on him, your wet pussy sucking in every inch of his cock. You welcomed the stretch, pushing yourself down as your walls fluttered around his dick. Eventually he was burrowed inside you, your entrance flat against his crotch and the fabric of his shirt brushing against his abdomen.

Every time you had sex Jeongguk always found himself losing it at the feeling of your walls contracting and stretching around him. It felt like absolute heaven because you were always so wet and warm and welcoming for his dick. He’d never felt so connected to a person during sex, but with you even when it was a rough quickie before class, Jeongguk felt alive. Like this was where was meant to be – between your legs giving you everything he ever had.

You sighed, eyes wavering shut, and hips shifting slightly as you adjusted to the familiar stretch of his dick inside you. Jeongguk swore, his hips painfully still as he waited for you to start. His hands were grazing your thighs as he did so, hands trailing to your back so he could give you ass a tight squeeze.

For some reason, one Jeongguk couldn’t wrap his mind around, you in his clothes looking like this made his gut seize up with desire he’d never felt before. You just looked so beautiful like this, mouth open and pussy wet because of him and only him. And the fact that you were wearing his clothes – it was like a signal in his mind that this is for him. That you were for him.

“Baby, remember you can’t come until I say so.” Your smile was lazy as your forced open your eyes, hand on his stomach. You leaned forward and then you started moving. The grip on your hip tightened as you bounced on his dick, your pace quickening with every slap of his skin against yours. It took Jeongguk a second to process the pleasure exuding from his core, he couldn’t even speak, only watch in awe at the way your breast bounced gently beneath the fabric of his white shirt. Or the way your slick leaking all over his dick, making a mess that he wanted to touch.

You jolted up with the pad of his finger hit your clit, immediately moaning when he established a rhythm that had you jerking up and tightening around his dick.

“Jeongguk!” He’d raised his knees so you could lean back, the grip on your waist know purposeful as he fucked up into you with harsh precise thrusts.

“Say my name,” He groaned as you squeezed his cock, using one hand to guide your bounces with the other made quick work of your clit. “Say it baby.”

“Fuck, fuck! Jeongguk – fuck! Love you so much, ugh, love y-you” You threw you head back, screaming his name as your second high came crashing down upon you, pussy clamping down tightly around your boyfriend as you creamed around him. You couldn’t anything else but his name as your rode out your orgasm, toes curling in delight as the tremors cause your shudder above him, mouth wide open.

Jeongguk briefly projected from his body. You were so snug and tight around him he couldn’t help but grab at your hips, pulling your down roughly as his own hips bucked upwards, in a mad chase for his own high. He found it quickly enough, but forced himself to wait until you were coherent.

“Can I come?” He ground out, as you rested your palms against his stomach. You felt the muscle quiver beneath your touch, his stomach caving in with every thrust inside you pussy. You could tell we need to come so badly and yet he had waited for your permission. How was Jeongguk even real?

“Yes, yes, come baby.”

“Fuck,” His eyes were screwed shut as he fucked you through his orgasm, hips stuttering against your own as waves of ecstasy shot through his veins in bursts of pleasure.

It was strange, feeling his come inside you but it was feeling you welcomed. That was until you rolled off and it started slipping out of you. Your knees hit the mattress with a thud as you flopped down beside him.

“You owe me a thigh message,” You muttered into the air coloured by the scent of sex and your joint heavy breaths.

“Your thighs hurt?”

“Mhmm.”

“Good, now you know what I was feeling,”

“Fuck you Jeon Jeongguk,” You replied, the stupidest smile on your face as you whacked at his sweat coated arm.

His grin matched your air, brown hair tousled from your hands and eyes twinkling as he gazed at you. “You just did baby. Give me thirty minutes and we can go again.”

“Ugh, for that you have to get up and turn off the lights.”

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook scenario #bts fanfic #this the third time im making this post because the tags always break #like wtf

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hoeforbilly · 5 years

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dating billy would include

request: "Could I get headcanons for what dating Billy would be like? Thanks ❤️❤️❤️" @gourdsmith

warnings: domestic abuse mentioned briefly

genre: is headcanon a genre? i guess? mostly fluffy anyway

word count: 617

• this is my f i r s t request and im so excited omggg

• okay so

• dating billy would be extremely fun and rewarding but challenging at the same time

• cause that boy has got some issues

• mainly regarding his father

• so i feel like there would be a lot of nights when he would just knock on your window

• bruises everywhere, heavy eyes and a heavier heart

• and he'd just need comforting

• the first time he did it you two weren't even dating yet

• but he just needed to not be alone so bad he came to you anyway

• in moments like this he would need to be held, you'd either sit in his lap or lay in bed with him and he would hold you sooooo close im crying

• which reminds me - he would cry around you

• which is big considering it is billy hargrove after all

• he would just become a big pile of mush in your hands

• "can you play with my hair?" would be something hed constantly ask for

• billy would just adore the feeling of your fingers in his hair

• i dont know why but i imagine hed be really into pda (i wonder why)

• everyone should know youre his girl and hes the one to make sure of that

• picking you up before school, walking up to your door and attacking your face with kisses

• he didnt wanna do it around max

• cause he knew she wouldnt let him live if she saw how soft he was with you

• holding your hand a l l t h e t i m e

• his arm around your as you walk the halls of hawkins high

• hands in your back pocket as soon as you reach your locker

• it would really entertain you to see how proud and mighty he was at school

• knowing how cuddly and needy he became when the two of you were alone

• you would help him work on his anger

• though just your presence would usually be enough to calm him down

• whenever he got really angry youd pull him to the side and just whisper sweet nothing into his ear

• he would hold your hand, play with your fingers, and usually calm down within minutes

• and, of course, you and max would become besties

• which would lead to max's and billy's relationship improving

• the three of your would go to the mall or the movies together, max usually going off to find the party at some point

• billy would treat dates really seriously

• hed want you to know how special he thinks you are so he would try his best

• cute picnics on the hood of his camaro

• drive-in movie nights

• in the summer he would rent a boat and take you out on the lake, you would jump out and swim and then just make out lol

• he would even try cooking for you guuurl

• i just got a very vivid image of billy in nothing but an apron but lets ignore that

• you two would have so much fun together

• and contrary to popular belief - he would be sooo good for you

• he would be caring and gentle, loving and thoughtful

• just the best boyfriend in the world basically

• and when he finally had enough money, he would ask you to run away with him

• and you would

• and you'd live happily ever after hahah

it's not super long but i hope it's okay!

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penaltbox · 4 years

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aw i want to have cute videos of dyl as hes eating late night snacks or as you two goof around doing who knows what. vids of you guys walking around campus just laughing over stupid shit. and you post one for his birthday of him giving you a piggy back and youre trying to film but you guys are both laughing and youre like “dyl stop im gonna fall” but it makes you both laugh harder and the cameras shaking and everyone just knows youre both in love its soft bitch hours out here

I’ve sat on this for so long but only because I absolutely love it so much. I don’t even have any smart lines to add because it’s so cute and feels so much like Dylan that my heart is just a pile of happy mush 🥺 this is so stinkin cute anon. I want it. I love it.

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taesbetch · 5 years

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02| Its Better Now

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst Hybrid!AU

Summary: Finally having her life together Y/N decides she wants to help out any way she can. When she hears about a hybrid bust she signs up to foster knowing that the shelters are filling up fast. What she doesn't expect is the “aggressive” and “cold” hybrid boy to wriggle his way into her heart.

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“Yoongi!” You called as you examined the ripped-up pillows in front of you. After a long day of work, you wanted to come home and relax with your hybrid, but instead you stood in front of your couch looking at the mess made by a bored Yoongi.

It wasn’t the first time he had done this.

In fact, it wasn’t even the second. Whenever he would get bored his energy always got directed to your poor couch cushions and not one of the multiple toys you had bought him.

You even purchased a few large teddy bears for the exact purpose of destroying them.

Yoongi sheepishly shuffled into the room, his ears flat against his head as a soft blush spread across his cheeks. You sighed as you placed your hands on your hips trying hard not to scowl the boy and scare him.

“again?” you asked in shock as your hand pointed to the disastrous living room.

“You didn’t even hide the evidence” You added with a frustrated chuckle.

“I’m sorry” he whispered as you started picking up fluff.

You watched him carefully. His pupils were shaking as his hands gripped the edge of his jumper nervously.

You noticed how often he did this whenever he was in some sort of trouble. You admit it was adorable, but you didn’t want him feeling anxious over every little thing he did.

“Yoongi, its okay” you cooed as you made your way over to him. His eyes lifted of the ground to look at yours, studying your expression to make sure what he was hearing was correct.

“i-its okay? You don’t hate me?” he stuttered quietly, his voice cracking as you planted you hand on his head.

“Of course, not you silly monkey” You said as the boy whined.

Scratching his ears, you smiled as his whining turned into purring. You puma hybrid had done a complete 180 from the first time you brought him home.

From a timid and cold boy to a soft and shy pile of mush. This was now your life, coming home to ripped up cushions and a guilty hybrid, but you wouldn’t have it any other day.

“I’m so sorry, I just get so bored when you’re not home. You usually don’t have to go in so often, its weird without you here” he confessed.

You smiled at the boy before sighing deeply. You knew it’d be hard for him when you took up the new project at your company, but it wouldn’t be long til he had you all to himself again.

“I know bud, hey why don’t you come with me tomorrow! I have to overlook a photoshoot, it’ll be boring but at least you’ll be with me?” you suggested, his eyes lighting up at the words, come with me.

“really? I can come with you?” he asked, a smile appearing on his face. You nodded as a laugh made its way out of your body.

The boy was happy just being with you and if bring him to work was what it took to save your home and keep your hybrid entertained then so be it.

“we leave tomorrow at 8am” You said before walking to the bin, mentally putting cushions on your shopping list.

Yoongi sat, fully content with just watching you help around the photoshoot.

You would often feel bad about leaving him alone, so it was nice to bring him along. As you approved a list of items, they needed to include you looked towards your hybrids whose eyes were stuck on you.

The place was crowded and full of people rushing around. Your co-worker sam had been running back and forth, greeting Yoongi when she could as she handed you files after files.

Smiling at him before returning your attention back to your work your co-worker noticed how attentive he was.

“You should bring him along more often” she smiled as you signed the paperwork.

“I thought he’d be bored here too, but it looks like he’s doing okay” You said as you passed her the pen.

“I think it has something to do with company. My first one taehyung was a little sceptical until I got my second one. I think when they have another hybrid with them, it calms them down.” She stated.

“interesting…hey, do you think I could bring Yoongi over? Maybe having other hybrid friends would help?” you asked her.

The two of you had been over to each other’s houses before but it had mainly been for work.

“yea of course you can, I’m sure they’ll get along just fine” she smiled before heading of with the files.

You nodded your head excitedly as you looked back over to Yoongi thinking about what kind of hybrid friend you should get for him.

The end of the day came quicker than you thought it would.

Yoongi was a bit hesitant at first but once you told him it would make you happy, he was all for it.

As the two of you drove in silence, you felt the eyes of your puma burning into the side of your head.

“yes?” You giggled as you turned your head to him for a brief second before turning back to the road.

The sun was glowing brightly and even though you looked at him no longer than a few seconds you noted how honey his eyes were in the sun.

“nothing” he whispered before he turned his head towards the window watching the cars coming from the opposite direction.

Arriving at your co-workers house your mind immediately thought of the perfect family home.

Her lawn was perfectly cut, the house was white and radiant, surrounded by flowers of all kind, neatly organised into perfect sections. If she didn’t open the door holding a tray of freshly baked cookies, you would be disappointed.

The two of you walked up the pathway to her door, the welcome mat giving Yoongi uneasy vibes.

Knocking on the door you shot Yoongi a reassuring look, whispering that he’ll be fine.

“hey!” She said as she ushered the two of you inside.

“Hey sam” you smiled still shocked at how utterly clean and put together her home was.

“This is my dog hybrid taehyung and my cat hybrid Namjoon!” She chirped as the two hybrids lined up in front of you, smiling warmly.

“Its very nice to meet the both of you! im y/n and this is my puma hybrid Yoongi” You said as you placed your hand on his back, giving him a pat of encouragement.

Yoongi gave a half smile to the two hybrids before grabbing your hand and shuffling closer towards you.

As you and Sam watched the boys play on the x-box you spoke of fluff such as the work and personal lives but as you watched the interaction of her two hybrids you couldn’t help but the urge to get Yoongi a friend strengthening.

“I know this really cool shelter that let your hybrid and the one you would like to get bond before you take them home” She said out of the blue.

Seeing your shocked face, she smiled at you before saying anything else.

“For Yoongi. A friend? Your clearly keen on the idea” she said as she sipped her tea.

“mmm, I am pretty keen on the idea…do you mind sending me the info. Yoongis a very picky hybrid so that shelter sounds amazing” You stated as she nodded along with every word you said.

“of course. If you were to get another one you want to make sure they’re a perfect match for Yoongi” she added.

You hmmed in agreement as you looked back to the three hybrids having a ball of a time. Getting more excited at the idea of your family getting bigger.

The playdate was nice for both you and Yoongi, you got to get a better idea of what life with another hybrid would look like and Yoongi got to make more friends.

As the two of you waved good and drove off, the car was filled with the same silence it was on the way here.

“Did you ha-“You started before being cut off by an angered Yoongi.

“I can’t believe you want to replace me, you said you didn’t hate me” he huffed in anger his eyes welling up with tears.

Shocked you pulled over the car, making sure that what he said was actually what you headed. Turning your head, you looked at Yoongi in complete disbelief and he folded his arms looking away from You.

“Yoongi, where is this coming from? I would never want to replace you, I love you to death you silly puma” You argued, your eyebrows knitting together.

As cars rushed past you Yoongi slowly looked at you, tears running down his face.

“you love me? Really? Do you mean it?” he said his voice quaking.

You cooed as you wiped his tears away, your heart breaking at the fact that he thought you didn’t want him anymore.

“Then why were you talking about getting another hybrid?” he asked with a pout.

“For you! a friend. I thought you could use one” you sighed as you ran your hand through your hair.

“i…I don’t want one” He whined his eyes exposing his lies.

“are you sure?” You asked slowly, narrowing your eyes at him.

“No, But…I don’t want one right now. I just want you to love me and only me. No sharing of your affection” He said before pouting cutely, grabbing your hand.

You giggled before giving his ears a scratch.

“well okay then, for now, its just you and me” You said before pulling away from him and starting the engine.

As you drove home you heard the soft purring of your hybrid from beside you. you heard him whisper something, but your ears couldn’t quite make it out. You shrugged it off as you looked forward to the future with you and your lovely hybrid Yoongi.

“Just you and me” he had repeated before turning to the window, the smile on his face wider than any smile he had made before.

i know its short but sis there wasn't even gonna be a second part and now its a three parter so cut me some slack. the next one will be a little longer but not like a regualr 5k post AIGHT. lots of love, taesbetch xxxx

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arcadeguk · 6 years

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of liquor and love

prompt: a drunk bts member comes to your apartment only sees your roommate opening the door and he drunkenly spews out how much he loves you to your roommate thinking that you weren’t there, when actually, you heard every word he said and you tease him about it the next morning (anon aa) - anon, i swear to god, you’re gonna break my heart

genre: the fluffiest of all fluffy good luck

pairing: taehyung x reader

a/n: this is most definitely turning into a 7 part series. drunk bangtan being all soft and squishy?? throw in a bunch of au’s?? im thriving!!!

you land with an unladylike plop on the couch. to say you were grateful today was over would be an understatement. in fact, no greater lie had ever been told. you’d knew it’d be a suck ass day before you’d even opened your eyes - the stench of burnt coffee grounds and the pleasant morning symphony of your roommate seoyun cursing like a sailor started off your less-than-stellar day. you’d wanted to die by lunch, and by the time you dragged your sorry ass off campus that evening, you were completely gone - a shell of your former self. a plethora of different things could fix this sour mood: a shower, a face mask, alcohol, or an ice cream binge. but the one thing that you knew would completely turn you around would be hearing the voice of your favorite person in the whole entire world. without a moment of hesitation, you tap taehyung’s contact name, call, and place the phone on speaker. you’re sure you melt into the driver’s seat when he answers:

“hey buttercup, whatcha doing?”

kim taehyung played many roles in your life: absolute number 1 best friend in the entire world, champion beer bong partner, flawless wingman, and the greatest, strongest emotional crutch you could ever ask for. he was so unbelievably important to you in so many ways, and you value the friendship above any others you had. he was sweet, caring, attentive, funny, outgoing - to sum it up; fucking perfect. which was why hearing his voice at the tail-end of such a disaster day like today was such a godsend.

“driving home from my last class. tae, im not kidding, i’m dropping out. i don’t even like college. who even cares? i don’t, i honestly do not ca-”

“alright miss y/n, queen of mental breakdowns at the worst times, let’s take a breath here, hm? how about you focus a little less on your day, and focus a little more on driving? or do i have to come get you, again? for the what, tenth time this week?”

you can practically see the smile on his face, one meant to be cute, annoying, and maybe a little sarcastic - but you see right through the playful little face - the smile is meant to calm you, relax you and bring you back down to earth, instead of stuck in your own head. taehyung is sunshine, freshly cut grass, and a warm breeze - whereas sometimes your mind (mixed with the perfect concoction of stress and exhaustion), sometimes results in rainy, stormy days. but taehyung always knows how to bring you back to the meadow-like paradise he creates just for you.

“you had to come pick me up once and you act like you rescued me from the pits of hell,” you grumble into your phone, “but i wanna hear about your day instead,” you say, waiting patiently for an answer from him.

“honestly, nothing special to report. other than seokjin passed his midterm - which, he’s a little too over excited about if you ask me. it was an art history class he took once a week, for fuck’s sake. but we’re going out tonight to celebrate - he’s buying, trust me - i wouldn’t go otherwise.”

“so, you and the boys are planning on having a drunken night out,” you sum up as you pull into your apartment complex.

“that’s it y/n, you’re all caught up in the dramatic and glamorous life of kim taehyung. by the way, you’re more than welcome to join us. drunk you is the funniest version of you anyway.” he says with a chuckle, and you physically wince as you recall the last time you’d been drinking together: it involved one too many shots of vodka and a ruined pair of taehyung’s jeans.

“i’m good,” you tell him, trying to hide all the little tells of disappointment in your voice, “i have more homework than i know what to do with. i’ll gladly take a raincheck, though?”

taehyung laughs through the phone, his deep giggle crackling over the phone speaker. “suit yourself. i just don’t know how many opportunities you’re gonna have to relive seokjin’s glorious victory of a B+ in a class about dead artists.”

“tell you what,” you offer in return, “take an extra shot for me,” you can’t hide the smile on your face, and take a moment to imagine what his might look like on the other side of the phone. butterflies flit around in your stomach, and you push them back down before you get the chance to even wonder why they would be there. that was way too much to even think about right now. taehyung? god? the perfect human? the only person you trusted and loved completely? um, yes, obviously. whoa wait, love?

your distracted mind is suddenly yanked back to the present when you hear taehyung’s low voice growl back at you, “do you one better”, he mumbles, “i’ll take three.”

the day’s earlier conversation had all but faded from your mind, and you were balls deep in a massive midterm paper that you’d waited until the last possible moment to complete. you’re perched on the couch, coffee table covered in articles and sources and books, looking more like a warzone that a living room. you barely hear the knock at the door, or the three knocks that follow. you don’t register seoyun’s annoyed and over-dramatic huff as she rises from her bed, or the pounding of her feet as she stomps to answer the door. you don’t hear the door open either, but your ears do finally perk to attention when you hear taehyung’s voice.

it’s low, the sound rising from somewhere deep in his throat and bubbling out of his mouth, just like the foam that rose off the top of the beer that put him in this state. taehyung’s voice is low, his words are slurred, and you wish, selfishly for just a moment, that he could bury that slow and heavy tongue of his somewhere deep in your mouth. you can’t hear what he says, but seoyun gives a “wait here”, and walks into the living room, hand on her hip.

“taehyung’s here. he says he needs to talk to you. that it’s super important - which, i don’t know what could be so important at 2 am on a thursday but -”

“nO” you squeak, fighting to keep your voice above a detectable level, “seoyun, whatever you do, don’t let him come in. he can’t see me like this. i’d rather die. i’d rather drop dead right now. i’m covered in pimple cream, my hair is a disaster, i don’t have -” you’re panicking, the sheer thought of taehyung seeing you, seeing this,

“since when did you care?” seoyun cuts in, giving you a raised eyebrow. it takes all of 4 seconds of eye contact for it to completely click for her, and your deepest secret becomes seoyun’s little secret too.

“you like the cute little drunk boy stumbling around in our hallway right now, don’t you?” she asks with a sly smile, and you can only stutter. “i have a genius plan, follow me.”

before you can say “god seoyun please no”, she has you tucked you behind the front door, opening it just so that you’re perfectly concealed. she throws you a wink, and then gives a whistle to taehyung, who’s successfully bumbled his way to the neighbors.

“tae! hey, hello, you alive there buddy? i’m really sorry, but y/n went to bed, she’s asleep right now. can i take a message?”

taehyung whines from the hallway, and you can hear his arms and shoulders hitting the doorframe as he throws himself around like a child.

“but i reaaaaally need to talk to her, seoyun, it’s so important, the most important,” he says with a bubbly hiccup, and seoyun laughs, turning to the side and wiggling her eyebrows at you. you squint, imploring her to please not give you away, but you know taehyung is too drunk to probably know his own damn name right now. “well, how about you tell me, and i’ll tell her in the morning?” she offers, and taehyung scowls, concentrating hard on seoyun’s face as he tries to decode what she said. he takes a deep breath, and says:

“okay, but you have to promise to tell her. but first, you should know that i’m *hiccup* drunk. i’m pretty drunk. i don’t think i remember getting drunk, but i know that i am very drunk right now. which is why *hiccup* i’m saying this. because i’m drunk. because the boys made me. well, that’s not true. not really. ‘cause the boys went *hiccup* to another bar, and i didn’t want to go. i wanted to come *hiccup* here. i wanted to see y/n. i wanted to see her pretty face when opened the door, how her whole stupid pretty little *hiccup* face lights up. she gets so excited when she sees me, seoyun. did you know that? she gets so fucking excited. like seeing me makes her whole day. and my heart just turns to a mushy pile of mush. i’m not kidding it turns to *hiccup hiccup* complete mush. everytime i see her, i wanna pick her up. i wanna give her the biggest hug, and just wrap her up in my arms. i wanna bury her inside my coat when we walk around campus and she gets cold. i wanna kiss her forehead and watch her nose scrunch up. i wanna *hiccup* cuddle with her, i wanna fall asleep with her head on my chest. i wanna fall asleep knowing that she’s right next to me, that she’s safe and that nothing bad can happen to her while she’s there. i *hiccup* wanna love her forever and ever, seoyun. i love her so much, but we’re friends. and i’m, i’m okay with that. i think. i know she *hiccup* just wants to be friends right now, and i don’t wanna push her to be something else. but, i love her. so much. you *hiccup* don’t understand. i love her alot.” taehyung finishes, and lowers his head to look at his shoes, shyly playing with his hands.

“oh. my. god.” seoyun takes a step backwards to see you behind the door, eyes wide and a panicked gape on her face. “do something” you hiss, and she just shakes her head in shock. seoyun doesn’t have the time to do anything, before taehyung speaks again, “seoyun, remember how i said i was really drunk? c-can i sleep here? i’m too tired to walk home,” he slurs, and seoyun rolls her eyes, before grabbing him by the jacket and yanking him into the apartment, slamming the door and shoving him towards the kitchen. she catches your incredulous look, and she simply shrugs with a grin, “i am not gonna let your secret lover get arrested for public intoxication, or let him sleep on a park bench. what kind of friend would i be, hm? to ruin the romance before it’s even started, i would be -”

but neither you nor taehyung are listening to her. his searching eyes finally find you, pressed up against the wall, the same spot you’d been glued to ever since taehyung started his speech. “y/n” he breathes out, a grin breaking onto his face. his eyes are hooded, bloodshot, and he looks so, so sleepy. the alcohol buzzing in his blood seems to make him glow, the golden radiance that always surrounded him burning brighter than it usually does. you can practically feel the warmth radiating off him, and the only thing you can think about is how nice it would be to feel that warmth pressed up against you right now. taehyung’s own mind might be fuzzy, and he feels like he’s floating in his own head, but one clear, undeniable thought comes through, one that rings in his eardrums and makes his blood buzz even harder than the vodka does: cute. wanna kiss.

he drunkenly pushes seoyun out of the way, and stumbles his way down the hallway, pushing open a door he just knows is yours. taehyung collapses facedown on the bed, humming softly as he gathers the pillows and blankets around him, bundling himself up into a nice little cocoon in your bedsheets, and within seconds, he’s out.

“make yourself at home,” seoyun snorts, leaning on the doorframe to your bedroom. she turns to you with a clever smile, “so what do we do now?” you shrug, and sigh, “let him sleep it off, i guess.” seoyun returns the shrug, and brushes past you. you grasp her arm as she passes, and whispers, “do you think he really meant that? like, all that stuff he said, that was real?” seoyun sighs, glancing back towards his sleeping figure on the bed. “honestly, i don’t know. i hope so,” she says with a wink, and saunters her way down the hall, waving behind her, “after all, they do say that alcohol is the best truth serum.” and tonight, you really hope she’s right.

morning light breaks through the living room windows, dappling across your face, and instantly waking you up, a whole half hour earlier than normal. you groan, before rolling over and realizing your bed must have most definitely shrunk during the night. flailing your arms around, you realize that you’re not in your bed at all, but yet on the sofa. your blurry and sleep deprived mind puts two and two together much faster than you’re ready for, and the memories of last night come rushing towards you at full blast. taehyung. his drunken ramblings about being in love with you. him. asleep. in your bed. you secretly hope that someone will come knock you out.

a door opens, and seoyun emerges from her bedroom, puffy-faced and pouting at the light of morning. her expression changes to confusion at the sight of you on the couch, but it soon fades into a knowing smile as she shakes her head and shuffles to the kitchen.

you follow close on her heels, and lean against the counter. “so what’s the plan here, just wait for the drunk boy to wake up?” you question anxiously, and seoyun takes a nonchalant sip of her coffee. “that’s the plan. unless you’ve got something better,” she smiles with a wink.

the smell of coffee and toast wakes the sleeping boy, and he manages (with great effort) to wrangle himself out of the cocoon he created. the morning of sheer confusion and then muddled understanding continues, as it dawns on taehyung - the memories of last night come raining down on him. all that he did, all that he said - fuck.

taehyung lets his nose guide him to the kitchen, where he finds you and seoyun, talking closely together with only a coffee mugs’ length between you both. you glance up and see him standing there - wrinkled t-shirt, crumpled jeans, and hair mussed to high hell. seoyun chokes on her coffee, and manages to splutter out “i’mgonnagoshower” before racing off to the bathroom.

taehyung shuffles towards the counter, and settles as close to you as he dares - close enough to feel remnants of warmth radiating off you - the exact warmth that both of you had dreamed about last night.

“listen, about last night -” he starts, but you cut him off, strongly and abruptly.

“did you mean it? if you remember it, i mean. and if you do remember, then you know exactly what i’m talking about. but i - did you mean it?”

he frowns ever so slightly, and bends further into your space. you wish you could move, towards him or away, it didn’t matter - but right now, the proximity has you paralyzed. the warmth you yearned for last night now swirls around you in columns - encompassing the pair of you, making you feel more loved, more cared for, than anything ever before.

he leans in so close that you can feel the light tickle of his breath on your earlobe, as he gently lifts a finger to brush your hair away. he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, gnaws it for a second, before letting his full pout gently rest on your ear. when he speaks, it’s like the earth underneath your feet shakes. your entire chest shutters, your bones rattle, the deep timbre of his voice threatening to make you crumble into a heap of rubble on the ground. that hand that isn’t toying with your hair finds your waist, and you hope that the heat radiating from his hand leaves a golden tattoo on your hip. he speaks, slowly, sure, his tongue full of confidence and his voice full of love;

“every word, baby. i meant every word.”

your stomach drops, your heart rises, and your pupils blow. you pull back ever so slightly, and your eyes meet. a gentle smile spreads on his face, and his face lights up with anticipation. the butterflies you’d been feeling for weeks now suddenly explode - creating a scene of gnashing teeth, sore lips, fingers tangled in hair, breathless panting, and an explosion of gold.

hours later, taehyung is waking up from his second hangover nap of the day. he whines as he rolls over, reaching his arms out and wishing you could be there to fill the empty space, instead of your pillows. he fumbles for his phone on the nightstand, planning to send you a plethora of sad faces, hopefully enough to convince to skip your last two classes and come home to him. instead, he sees his groupchat exploding with messages:

2:45pm

jimin: everyone alive?

jungkook: barely

hoseok: define “alive”

2:46pm

namjoon: you guys won’t believe the night i had

yoongi: no yOU guys won’t believe the night I had i’m not kidding when i say being abducted by aliens would have been a more likely way for my night to go

jungkook: it’ll be a weak ass story compared to mine this i promise

seokjin: NOT ONLY was the night meant to celebrate MY accomplishment, but i have one-up-ed you guys YET AGAIN my night was superior no one can tell me any different

2:47pm

taehyung: well, come on guys. i wanna hear all about it.

2:49pm

hoseok: hold onto your panties, ladies.

anon i really hope you liked this i’m so nervous i’m sweating

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merkissescanhealyou · 5 years

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A B I J M P

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he’s basically a pile of mush. he’s so blow away (literally) by their lovemaking that all he wants to do is cuddle. he loves to give kisses. lots of kisses. expect light, soft kisses just about anywhere. he loves to hear his partner’s heartbeat, the rapid thumping from their high. if you want a clingy little sea snail, marius is your mer. whatever you do, don’t toss him aside like a used condom. he’s not into that, like, at all. it would actually break his heart. “Ah, one of my favorite things to do is just….oh, what is that phrase? ‘Bask in the afterglow?’ Yes, that. I never really knew what it meant until I tried it. There’s….just something about the heaviness in the air that continues to intoxicate me.”

B - Body part (Favorite body part of theirs, and their partner’s): oof that’s a tough one because he has multiple, for his partner. “For myself? Oh. U-Uh….gee, I dunno.” A sheepish smile is given. “If I really had to pick something, I suppose it’d be my lips.” kissy fish. for his partner, he often finds himself staring at their chest, arms, thighs, lips, and eyes. but he’s too shy to admit that.

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): buckle down because it’s gon get steamy. marius loves mental stimulation. he loves the check ins, the questions (”do you like that?” “how does that feel?”), and the pet names. call him “sweetheart” or “baby” and he’ll melt in your hands. say it to him while you’re f/ucking him, and it’ll earn lots of moans and a tighter grip. the tenderness drives him mad. “I’ve always thought of sex as ‘making love.’ It’s very personal for me. So, when my partner and I make love, I don’t want it to be meaningless. Something like this….it’s very special. And if you treat me right, I will treat you right. Let’s enjoy this together, yeah?” i forgot to mention hand holding. if you’re looking him dead in the eye while you’re f/ucking him, and your reach for his hand and grasp it, there goes his rocket.

J - Jack off (Masturbation facts): when you’re out in the wild, and fending for yourself, fighting to feed yourself, you’re not really focused on what it would feel like if maybe you did the touching. marius has never masturbated before. he didn’t even know you could do that. “M-….Mast-…-turb-….mastur-..bation. That’s….when you touch yourself, right? All those years I was alone, by myself, I never thought to do it. I…didn’t even consider it. When you’re out in the ocean, in this vast canvas of deep blue, satisfying your sexual urges doesn’t really seem that important. You always have to watch your back. There’s no time for activities like that.” he doesn’t shame others for it, but he can’t really speak for it because he has never done it. someone make him do it eheheheee

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): hot, steamy, long, deep kisses. hands wandering all over. sweet nothings. hold him like the sweetheart that he is, and he’s yours. grinding. grind on his hips and watch him get all flustered and ask you to do it again. “I’m….not one for taking control. If my partner is willing to do it, then I’ll happily comply. I just ask one thing, a-and don’t laugh: please be gentle.” if you start gentle and then go into a fast, even rough cadence, that’s fine. just as long as he knows you’re not gonna hurt him.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough, slow and sensual…): this one depends. usually, he likes to start out slow. then when they’re both all over each other, they can pick up the pace. when it comes to penetration, go slow. if you’ve got a big schlong, go easy on ‘im. poor thing might not be able to walk after they’re done not that he minds AHEM “I prefer slow and steady. I…don’t really like it if we rush into things. B-But that doesn’t mean things can’t get faster and….heavier.”

#lime #suggestive #lemon #n/sfw #ask meme #//i had so much fun with these//#//thanks for the ask!//#//keep em comin//#scout-out-the-mesa

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You’re In Love, Or So They Say: Chapter 1

Summary: Cyrus has had this internal struggle in him since he saw that damned smile. He was in love with Tj Kippen, his best friend. Problem was, Tj was head over hills for his girl friend and only saw Cyrus as a friend. Cyrus just wishes he could get the bravery to tell Tj how he really feels, and end this struggle.

Word count: 2345

Cyrus settled into his safe haven, also known as his bed. He ran his hand along the soft material, and released a sigh. It was topped with space themed sheets, ones that were probably deemed too childish for someone at the ripe age of seventeen and in their senior year, but he just couldn't bring himself to throw them out. It reminded him of a simpler time where playing, and running, and laughing until your stomach hurt were your biggest worries. Simple, that was a term Cyrus hadn't been familiar with for a long time. It kind of complicated things when you were in love with one of your closest friends, and especially when they were in love with someone else.

They call her Riley, and she calls Tj hers. It was one of those whirlwind romances, the kind you read about in books. She was insanely beautiful, and had eyes that painted her as a little drop of heaven. Riley (according to Tj) reminded him of daises, and smelled of sunflower fields, and sugar, and was everything that a guy could ever want. Ah, pretty girls and their offbeat bursts of strange euphoria. Cyrus remembered the look on Tj's face when he first told him of his crush on her, they way his eyes sparkled, and smile shined, and they way Cyrus' heart ached. There was nothing more that Cyrus wanted, than for Tj to have that expression while talking about him. Instead of pouring his heart out, because it's hard to distinguish the colors of your heart when it's filled with vulnerability and confusion, he gave Tj an encouraging talk. One along the lines of "That's awesome!" and "You should go and get her man." , because denial is the key to happiness right? Soon after they were together and joined by the heart. The exchange was filled with flushed faces and Tj tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and the smile that sprung to his face when she said yes. Cyrus was standing by his locker while this happened, he positioned himself facing towards the locker and looked through the mirror that hung on it, trying to act oblivious. After that it was blissfull happiness for three years and up until now.

Cyrus remembered that moment by the lockers while he lay in bed. It was so intimate that he almost felt embarrassed to watch, it was the kind of intimacy he craved and yearned for. Sure he had gone on dates with other boys from school (one with Jonah, who came out as bisexual sophmore year, but they decided they'd be better as friends), but if he was being honest he only had that ache for Tj. Sure it was unhealthy, but Cyrus just really didn't care. After five years of pining, you come to terms with probably never getting over that person. Ever.

The ding of Cyrus' phone cut through the silence and Cyrus' self loathing thoughts that filled his room. He reluctantly sat up and checked his phone, there was a message from Tj.

Tj: Hey, I know it's late but do you wanna meet up at our usual spot? Need to talk to you.

Cyrus contemplated wether or not to go. Sure he was always there for Tj, but he wasn't really up to it, especially in his current mood. He sighed and replied.

Cyrus: Yeah meet you there in 10.

Cyrus rolled of the bed and his heavy feet created a thud on his floor boards. He headed to his closet and slipped on a coat before heading out, seeing as the chill of winter was slowly creeping its way in. He took one last look at himself in the mirror and headed down stairs. Gotta look good for the love of his life, right? Ugh, he was a miserable excuse for a human being.

Hey honey, where are you going it's 11:00 o'clock at night?" His mother questioned, while Cyrus was grabbing his keys from the coffee table. His mother had a bad (and annoying) habit of staying up and watching I.D all night. It made it near impossible to sneak out, not like he ever did but if he wanted to there was no way. "Meeting up with Tj, wont be long." He said heading towards the door. "Well don't be out too long, you have school tomorrow." She was eating popcorn and had her eyes intently set on the bright tv in front of her. "I'm seventeen, mother, remember?" He sighed slipping on his boots. "Don't remind me." She said as he shut the door.

The cold wind stung his face as he got into his car, winters in Utah could be pretty brutal. The streets were deserted as he drove, a few people popped up here and there, but it was mostly barren. Cyrus had always enjoyed late night rides, they helped clear his mind when his thoughts became too much. Sometimes he would ride alone, and sometimes he would invite Tj along and they would blast their favorite music, and talk, and laugh, and just enjoy each other’s company. As he pulled up he saw Tj already there sitting on the swings, he was running his hands through his hair and mindlessly playing with the band that was on his wrist. Cyrus turned off his head lights and headed his way. Tj heard the crunch of Cyrus' boots on the dead leaves that covered the concrete. Tj's face lit up once he saw it was Cyrus. Cyrus had that affect on him. Cyrus returned the smile and sat on the swing next to him.

"Thanks for coming." Cyrus scoffed, and said "Yeah you better be thankful, it's so cold out here that I think my face might be turning into a popsicle." He joked, playfully shoving Tj. Who was he kidding? Cyrus would come running to Tj's beckoning at the drop of a hat. "A strawberry popsicle, maybe." Tj laughed, poking his, what he assumed, bright red nose. His touch sent fireworks through his body and his heart rate sped up. Cyrus opted to stick his tounge out at him, you know the way seventeen year olds do.

After their laughter died down Cyrus asked Tj why he had asked him out here. Tj stood up and pulled out a scarlet red velvet ring box from his back pocket. His face was tense and smile was strewn across his face, their was obviously confusion going on through that boys mind. Cyrus on the other hand was panicking and a sweat started to bead at his hairline, despite the freeze of the air that hugged him at the moment. "Please don't tell me you're thinking about proposing to her! Tj you're one of my best friends but, you're too young and this wo-." Tj rolled eyes eyes and exclaimed, "Cyrus! Stop talking, I am not proposing to Riley. Im not an idiot, it's a promise ring okay?" Cyrus breathed a sigh of relief, he was still confused. "Okay. Why do you have a promise ring." Tj sighed,"Because, it's our senior year and everyone is going to move away and I want Riley to know that where ever this year takes us that I will always love her and support her and be there, and this is my promise to her." Did you hear that? Yeah that was the sound of Cyrus' heart breaking. Tj's face blushed red, and it wasn't from the cold. He was never really good at telling his feelings and when he did, he usually turned into a bashful and embarrassed mush pile and it warmed Cyrus'heart. "I'm gonna give it to her on her birthday next week." He pulled out the ring, it was a gold band, simple and beautiful. Cyrus had yet to say anything, he wasn't sure if wanted to say anything at all. If he did he was almost sure it would come out as a croak rather than the cool, calm, collected guy he usually was. "Do you think she'll like it?" Tj asked searching Cyrus' eyes for an answer. Cyrus put on a smile and nodded." Yeah-" He cleared his throat. "Of course." Tj smiled back at him and pulled him into a hug. It was warm and smelled of the body spray Tj had been wearing since, well the start of time, it was warm, cozy, and the embodiment of Tj. Cyrus could feel the coldness of his ears against his own, they had reached the same height over their highschool years much to Tjs' dismay. He had always used it as an advantage.

They finally parted, and Cyrus couldn't help but stare at his lips. They were slightly parted and you could see the air that was being released from his lungs, giving the appearance of smoke. Tj broke the silence. "Do you mind giving me a ride home? I walked here." Cyrus shook is head at him, "always making bad decisions aren't you Kippen?" Tj bumped Cyrus with his own shoulder, as they approached his 2011 Prius, it wasn't the nicest car but it got him places. Tj blasted the heater once they got in. Cyrus let out a chuckle. He was the most stubborn person he had ever met. If Cyrus ever told him to bundle up, he would do the exact opposite, he hated being told what to do. "What, why are laughing?" Tj asked a chuckle escaping him as he said so. Cyrus just shook his head and backed out of his parking spot.

The ride was short, as he lived only five minutes away. The conversation wasn't, they never seemed to struggle in that aspect, they always had fun and there was never a sense of worry that the other didn't want to be there, they were always happy in each others company. It was the other parts that Cyrus struggled with, like having these romantic feelings that were buried deep inside him that were burning and rioting to get out, but Cyrus always swallowed and stomached them. This, right here, was something not worth the risk. "You're coming to Riley's party next week, right?" Tj asked looking over at Cyrus. Although he wasn't really up to seeing them hang all over each other all night, he was of course going, Tj wanted him there so a little part of him wanted himself there as well. "Wouldn't miss it." Cyrus reassured him. Tj gave him a nod of approval and leaned his head against the icy window.

As he pulled up to Tj's house there was a willowy shadowed figure sitting on Tj's steps that he recognized as Riley. Even in the moonlight her beauty shone as bright as ever, Cyrus wanted to scratch her eyes out. Although it was late at night this was a usual occurence, Tj's parents were never around so he didn't have anyone there to tell him what to do. Riley and Tj often hung out at his house at this time of night. Riley walked up to the car and tapped on the window. "Hey babe.", she said giving him a quick kiss. Cyrus unlocked the car door reluctantly, Tj gave him a quick smile, thanks and patted him on the shoulder a couple times before getting out. There were those damn fireworks again, there had to be some type of cure for that. As Cyrus drove off he saw Riley and Tj hug and kiss, Tj then gave her a piggyback ride up the stairs and into his home. Cyrus made a gag sound and sped off.

He liked Riley, he really did, just as one can like a hot cup of hot chocolate in December or a late night dessert. She was sickingly sweet and had a killer attitude, and that’s just the thing that bothered Cyrus. There was no wonder Tj had fallen for her, and there was no way that Cyrus would ever to be able to compete with her. He was dorky, over bearing, and his nose was far too big for his face.

As he entered his house the time read 12:03. He was greeted to his cat, Nala, she was orange and had white stripes paired with bright green eyes that reminded him of Tj. She purred at Cyrus and snaked her way through his legs. Cyrus picked her up, he looked over and his moms eyes were glued to her tv screen, she hadn’t acknowleged his coming home, he rolled his eyes and headed up stairs cat in hand. Besides Buffy, Tj, Andi, and Jonah, she was his best friend. She was coming up on 7, Cyrus remembered the day he had gotten her. It was his birthday and all year he had been asking for a cat, you know the usual child like pleading, promising to be responsible and take care of it. On his tenth birthday, his mother and father presented Nala to him and he didn’t think he had ever felt such love for someone he had only known for five seconds. Since then Nala was attached to his leg and was found wherever Cyrus was.

Cyrus took off his garments and stripped down into only his pajama bottoms. He once again settled into his safe haven, but now there was Nala snuggled against him in a peaceful slumber. Cyrus sighed and stared at his ceiling and he imagined Tj’s face, he started to sketch it out with his finger, after so many years of just staring he knew it like the back of his hand. The image of Tj’s face sprung to life right in front of him and all he wanted to do was stare at it a little longer. Cyrus closed his eyes, (you know, they you do when you have a migraine) and let the image of Tj disappear from his mind. Why was he always in it? It drove Cyrus insane to no end, not matter what there was always a little voice in the back of his head chanting Tj, Tj. He really needed to talk to Buffy tomorrow. After the exhaustion of that night Cyrus finally let the darkness take him.

Authors note: hi! This is a very new blog! I just am really passionate about writing and wanted to share the first chapter of my maybe fan fiction that I want to write, and was heavily insprired by @lgbtyrus because Tj’s playlist is sooo good! It would be awesome for some feedback from you guys, letting me know if you enjoyed it or not! If so I will definetly add on to this! Thanks and bye! -Ella

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acabloe · 6 years

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Soon Goodbye, Now Love: chapter six

new ppl who r just seeing this it’s a guardian angel A/U

find all the parts here ☟

Ao3 ff.net

tw’s: swearing, mentions of depression and anxiety, loss of memory

still based on this song lol

here is the moodboard for ambience purposes if you’re that kind of kid

a/n: its been very long yada yada please just tell me if you want the next chapter because im stuck in au land, if you would prefer a Jane Austin au literally ill drop everything

once the lights go out

Higher City, Angel Habitat/Complex - 2:45 AM

Half an hour post-transportation and five hours after Chloe’s accident.

Beca stumbled on her footing as she grasped around the edge of the doorframe, looking for a switch or a pull to shed light into the pitch-black space that expanded beyond the doors of her residence for the next who-knew-how-long.

Her neck whined in an aggravating crick from sitting hunched over Chloe’s bedside for so long and her mind was mushed from the weight of stress, overtiredness, excessive adrenaline usage and above all else, of course--grief. The only thing keeping her from collapsing on the ground in the doorway of this small concrete hallway and weeping herself to sleep was the sentence she continued to recite to herself repetitively under her breath: “Chloe’s alive, everyone’s safe, you’ll be okay.”

She far from even entertained the possibility that the last part was rest assured, but the act of mouthing it repetitively had a numbing effect on her currently fragile mental stamina.

After fumbling for a few seconds, she huffed in exasperation and gave up trying to find a switch. Sleep was the only thing she had the brains to carry out. Deliberation over everything else that had transpired in the past four hours would be performed when her brain was a just little further away from falling apart.

The man at the front desk of the grey building had given her a small but heavy and lumpy grey drawstring rucksack before dropping her off alone in the dingy hall of her new quarters. She set it down by her feet now, using it to prop open the thick black door to let as much light into the room as possible.

Hands outstretched, she shuffled inside and waited until her eyes adapted to the murky black interior. It took a few seconds but eventually the slight outlines of shapes faded into view and she finally spotted what she assumed was a thin standing-lamp in the corner. She stepped blindly towards it and jumped backwards a little when it suddenly flickered on, sensing her hand in the air a few inches before it.

The space was little more than a closet. Beca had little mind to care, too exhausted to be grumpy. Besides, it was pretty comfortable considering her own size. The walls and ceiling were simply white-washed cement and there was a foot by foot square to serve as a window at the farthest wall from the door, though it had little to no effect at this time of the night. She wondered briefly about the concept of daylight here and if there even was sun or moonlight. The sparse furniture was a bed, an old wooden sea-trunk, and a tiny porcelain sink in the corner. Beca placed her rucksack in the trunk and sank onto the stiff but not wholly uncomfortable pallet, lacking any sufficient drive in her to take anything off, including her shoes, or even get under the soft linen sheets. Her eyes fell shut and the relief of deep sleep ebbed impending in her mind’s eye.

Yet her head pounded and her heart still fluttered at a sickening pace under her ribs. She found it increasingly difficult to keep her eyes closed; the image of Chloe, pale and fragile in such a battered state after the accident, had etched itself clearly behind her eyelids. Her breathing was difficult to regulate (she was unsure if this was due to her thinking so deeply on the act of regulating it, or an actual physical anxious reaction) and the room was uncomfortably cold.

She brought her knees to her chest and hugged them tightly. Everything was gone. Everything she and those she loved had worked so hard to build from so little was over and erased without trace. She had trudged heavily from wholly miserable to the happiest she had ever been without ease and certainly not in good time. All of that happiness. Up and gone like passing something eye-catching for its possible beauty in the sand on the beach, but upon running back to find it, its existence is nothing more than imagined.

A distinct memory faded into view. It was more of a moving image (a gif, so to speak) than a memory, but she could hear distant and muffled voices as if she were standing outside the door of a closed cinema to a movie she wasn’t familiar with.

The image was of her and Chloe in their late teens resting under a filter of broken apricot sunset through a canopy of birch leaves shimmering above their heads. Chloe’s head rested on Beca’s shoulder as she ripped up the grass beneath her, spreading it over Beca’s legs like dirty confetti.

She didn’t remember the scene as such. She only knew that it felt real. And that it ached her chest and throat and burned her eyes with the threat of tears.

Now she could no longer withhold the prickling tears and shuddering sobs and resolved that if tiring herself out would be the only route she would be able to take towards a somewhat restful night, she would charge down its’ course at a thousand miles per hour, foot stomped on the gas pedal.

She stretched and bided in the memory as deeply as she could.

Her sobs reverberated softly in the small stone room.

Underneath this, a soft irregular ticking noise sounded from above and outside her window. She ignored it. As it got louder she recognized it to be rain, heavy and sheeted. This prodded her curiosity just enough; still shaking, she stood from the bed and wobbled over to the hand-sized window. Sure enough, though it was dark outside, blue light from a nearby pathway lamp lit up tiny cascading waterfalls down the thick pane.

“How fucking ironic,” she whispered.

Chloe called in sick the next day to work. She wasn’t positive why, she simply knew that the exasperation of her most mundane course of existence would eventually wear whatever mere being she had left into the shell of a personality akin to that of a tired old cat.

The events of the past two days had stirred in her a sort of awakening for what it felt like to experience happenstances outside of her citadel of repetitive routine and emotional hibernation. Though it was not the most merry or enjoyable topics to mull over, she found herself wrapped in reflection often and began finding a need to force herself not to dwell on it so much as not to overthink to the point of obsession.

The urge to constantly check in on her odd rescue-project was difficult to quash but necessary. Chloe reminded herself that her relationship was barely visible with this human being--all she had done was let her stay the night and drive her into the city. They had barely even conversed. Still, the event had shaken her, and she had little else to think about. She convinced herself to only inquire into Beca’s situation in two days time when she was sure Beca had become a little more settled. She was confident that Flo was good hands and that she would care for her guest appropriately, especially since now she would be living above the cafe.

Except that Chloe found a bracelet resting on the coffee table by her couch that wasn’t hers. So she kind of had to go back to the cafe. Kind of.

It had taken the entire remainder of the day and most of the next to finally situate Beca into a somewhat habitable situation. After Chloe had left, Flo closed up early and she and her new employee spent several hours behind the counter and in the bakery as she showed her the ropes. Beca was happy to see how surprised and pleased Flo was at Beca’s natural agility and skill around the oven and the baked goods. Flo easily taught her to bake the four most popular pastries, specific to her family’s recipes, and how to make four of the simplest drinks on the menu to start out, as well as her way around the cash register. As the day came to a close, they left the cafe to rush their way through several more monotonous but still critical errands like setting up both a bank account and a small, temporary mobile phone. They stopped at Flo’s apartment a few doors down from the cafe before calling it a night and Flo piled Beca’s arms with enough food to last for a week or so. The following morning, Beca set out on her own to blunder her way through a T.J.Maxx and a shopping center to find some clothes that were--well, some clothes. Once she returned to the cafe they worked a little past 6:00 which came oddly fast (her orientation of time and its passing were still muddled and the work at Flo’s came naturally to her.)

Succeeding the whirlwind of toil they had conducted over the past two days, Flo expeditiously suggested that a trip downtown was in order and after twenty minutes of walking briskly through the chill of the celebratory evening, the pair dropped into two rotating stools in a colorfully-lit bar home to some very happy and boisterous company. It had been so long since Beca had had any alcohol, so she ordered the most obnoxious drink on the menu and four jello shots to split between them.

“So, first real day back! How are you feeling?”

Beca sipped her syrupy cocktail and grimaced at the unaccustomed flavor of alcohol.

“I don’t know. Everything’s kinda’ blurry right now, but my brain is sort of slacking off a little in the staying-awake-during-the-regular-daytime department. The time difference is so much more insane than when you swap from different time zones on earth ‘cause there are an extra four hours of daytime and an extra two of night. There aren’t sunsets either, the sky just goes black for a while which is actually really depressing.”

“Wait, so, do you have, like, powers or anything? Can you fly? You don’t have a halo, right?” Beca again decided to refrain from divulging her distressing ordeal concerning her glowing appendages. She had blissfully forgotten about that situation until Flo had mentioned powers, which threw her in a temporary whirlpool of apprehensive unease.

“Not really, and no, I can’t fly. I mean, I can kinda’ tell when something is wrong with whoever I’m guarding, and I can slow down time by a couple of seconds, but that takes so much energy and I can only use it in emergencies. And you know about bringing the memories back, but that’s only if the memories have been taken away by heaven. They mostly spent time training us how to deal with any situation; so like, CPR, difficult-situation negotiation tactics, advanced martial arts and stuff.”

“Oh. That is boring.”

“Yeah, kind of.” Beca sipped her drink again which was less foul the second round, but still jarring.

“So how does this-” She gesticulated vaguely at Beca’s body which she understood as metaphorical- “work anyways?”

“Oh, well after you die, you can request to be a guardian and they put you through this huge crash course for protecting a human. After training you’re assigned one person to guard on earth for their whole life, starting whenever heaven thinks that person needs the most guidance. Sometimes that means bumping into them and becoming best friends with them or marrying and growing old with them. Sometimes you never even meet them in person, just help them from afar. You do what heaven dictates is best for them, so no complicated attachments. When they die, your memory is replaced in the mind of everyone you’ve ever met as someone else, so no one will recognize you when you go back to earth and you get sent back to heaven and reverted to the age you died to start with another assignment. You can never, um, retire or whatever, and apparently you can only stop once you’ve worn out your brain. And then they, you, know, cease you ‘cause you’re no good to them anymore.”

“Shit.” Flo had sat through staring at the dark brick wall behind the bar with a blank expression enunciating her contemplation of what Beca had revealed.

“‘Shit’ is right. I guess it sounds kind of cool when I describe it, but when I thought I was actually going to have to do it for, like, thousands of years, I was really fuckin’ bummed, dude.”

“Understandable. But you hacked the heaven system, how does that work?”

“Yeah, hacked, or something. I don’t even know if they’ll be able to tell. They’re supposed to be able to connect with their angels but I severed that attachment when I changed my assignment. I think they-” Flo brought Beca’s expatiations to an abrupt halt, holding up her palm to signify silence and raising her phone to her ear, an apologetic glance tossed in Beca’ direction.

“Chloe! Hi! What’s up?” Speak of the devil. Beca squirmed a little on her stool at the sound of Chloe’s voice on the other end. She couldn’t quite make out what she was saying, but she didn’t sound particularly troubled. Even so...

“Oh, okay. We’re at a bar downtown right now…uh huh. Yeah, she is all settled, we finished a few hours ago.”

Flo removed her phone from her ear and hid it under her chin to bring her attention to Beca. “She says she has a bracelet of yours?”

“Oh, um. I guess? I don’t really remember having one but-”

“She says it is not hers.”

“No, Flo, I said it might be.”

“Okay...it is hers. You can drop it off at the café. Anything else?”

Beca seized Flo’s phone from her grasp. “Will you give us a sec’ Chloe?” She placed it on mute.

“Hey! What?!” Flo scrambled and stretched, trying desperately to reclaim her confused friend on the other end of the line, but Beca held it out of her reach, exasperated.

“Flo, why are you being like this?!”

Flo sighed heavily off of an exaggerated voiced inhale and rested her hands on Beca’s arm. Beca grew uncomfortable with the sudden sincerity in her voice.

“Okay, listen. Beca, I know you did not come back for the Bellas. I know you just came back for Chloe. I think you really need some time to adjust on earth before you do anything rash. I don’t think you should be getting too close to her and I think that you are idealizing your situation. Por el amor de Dios, Chloe doesn’t even know who you are! You need to slow your ass down, girl! We have the Bella reunion soon. You can wait that long at least.”

Beca chewed on her lip thoughtfully. This was the first vocal confirmation of what she had been refraining from thinking over fully past the whispered voice of reason behind a closet door barely ajar in the very recesses of her mind. For the thousandth time that day she swallowed the reflection of how careless and hasty her actions had been.

Beca had never dwelled so long and hard over someone or something as she had over Chloe whilst in heaven. Only her mother’s death came as remotely close a subject to how ruthlessly Beca obsessed (Obsess - used very much in the dictionary sense; not lightly. See also; beset, consume, haunt, etc.) over Chloe and her accident. Considering this, a complete and detailed plan would definitely make sense in this context; however, obsession to this point considers little factual influence in a non-idealized, material world. Hence, Beca’s rash behavior and her reactions to Chloe in palpable physical situations.

“Okay... maybe you’re right. I guess I was really weighing everything on Chloe liking me for me, and not all the stuff we shared in the past, you know? Sorry about not saying anything about it, and I really am so happy to see you. I love you so much. All of you. Please don’t think I didn’t come back for you guys. You mean everything to me, we’re family. I just, you know... Please schedule the reunion soon?”

“Yes. Fine, I will.” Beca slowly retracted her arm and placed the phone in Flo’s expectant (but now softened and more sympathetic) outstretched palm. She unmuted the call.

“Hi, Chloe, sorry about that, drunk asshole was bothering us. You can bring the bracelet to the reunion. By the way, do we have some dates for that yet? Aubrey should be here this month, right? Yes. No, uh-huh. Okay great, perfect, text the group-chat about it? Okay, bye!” She hung up and grinned at Beca. “Two weeks, as long as everyone is free!”

“Ugh, dude what am I gonna’ do in the meantime?”

“Well, I know that you only came back for-,” Beca threw her a glare and Flo surrendered, hands in the air. “Sorry, right, a couple reasons, and it is all you have got your heart set on, but you need to take a few steps back. I have to say Beca, you really didn’t plan this very well. You need to establish a solid base here because this is your life now. You may be an angel, but if you think about it, I am, like, definitely a saint for doing all this for you.”

Beca flipped her off and returned to wincing down the copious amounts of fluid she had spent an annoying amount of cash on.

“For real though, you’re right. And I really... appreciate everything you’re doing for me Flo, it means a lot.” Flo smiled and nodded.

Perhaps if Chloe hadn’t felt so out of place, she would have asked Flo to let her join the girls at the bar. But for some reason, something about the phone call and the whole situation whispered a sense of exclusion -- well intentioned or not, she couldn’t tell. She hadn’t felt this socially anxious in a while. Her mental health was not even anything she had thought about in depth for a few years and she had long ago passively accepted the concept that with age came dampened emotions, and that such was a perfectly natural sequence. If nothing would ever give her real pleasure again, so be it.

Another walk. Another achingly familiar song. Another foot in front of the other. Another fifteen minutes later and she stood in front of a deep, deep dark pond, rocky banks powdered with grey-blue frost. The water reflected with the perfection of a mirror the nothingness of the ashy sky.

Chloe now stared into this nothingness -- the sort of staring where everything at once is what those who are staring can see, but they aren’t looking, just seeing and thinking. She stood, leaning slightly in a gentle trance as she remembered the time she had dived into this same water. She had choked and snorted through her nose as she had come up for air and swallowed some accidentally. A friend on the bank had been slumped over in hysterics at her fruitless efforts to cease wheezing and laughing and coughing and yelling at her friend to stop. In her mind she imagined that it was Beca who sat beside the water giggling at her. Stupid and weird that you’d think of her, she thought, but she couldn’t properly remember who it had really been, and the image of Beca fit comfortably well in the situation.

She closed her eyes and settled deeper into the memory, in place but outside of time. In vein, she tried to remember who had actually been there to witness the moment. She couldn’t even remember when it had happened. This was not a memory she had thought about in...well, truthfully, she had completely forgotten about it since it had happened. The age of the memory prevented her from remembering details. Only present, was the sweet feeling of the moment, a honey-like residue, resting delicately in her conscious.

She was now fully trying to convince herself, however, that Beca had not been there. She finally shook her head as if to dislodge the memory and sharply inhaled cold air, opening her eyes to see, hunched over on the side of the banks with chin rested on knees, none other than the subject of her specious nostalgia. Chloe blinked several times and recognized the figure to be but a log, dark and rubbed to clump from weather and wear. Now freaking herself out she rose swiftly and promptly speed walked for her home, holding herself firmly from looking around for fear of misreading another inanimate object.

She wasn’t there, obviously she wasn’t there. Just someone who reminds me of her, or looks like her. Obviously.

#soon goodbye now love #bechloe #bechloe fanfic #bechloe fanfiction #beca mitchel #chloe beale #Pitch Perfect #pitch perfect au

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[ Masterlist ] summary: Dark clothes and belongings say nothing about the brightness inside of you, the brightness that Daniel sees.

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

“What?”

“Oh gosh, did I say that out loud?”

[ I combined two requests here because I thought that they would go well together! Thank you to those who requested! Sorry that this is out a bit late loves, I got distracted with friend’s suggesting a movie night. Classes start again tomorrow so I am powering through to get the drafts done for everyone! Also this ended up really long, wowie, I guess I got inspired? <3 -Admin V ]

[Word Count: 2545 ]

if someone were to look at you, they would straight up say that you were scary

you didn’t really get it honestly

sure you wore darker colors than most people but that is just because you didn’t want any of your brighter color clothes to get stains at work after school

you work at a local cat cafe, by the way

you really just like taking care of cats

you would adopt one of the cats but your dad’s allergic

and you can speak to customers and coworkers well and are polite

yet at school you don’t really talk to many people because honestly?

people are exhausting

and most of them you can’t hold a conversation with because they just don’t find similar interests

like certain t.v shows or cats actually

well you can talk to one person

that being seongwoo but that is only because he’s your co-worker

and it's mostly to find out which shift either of you are covering

most people just talk about boring things and

one of those boring things includes relationships to which you just go

“why can’t we just talk about cats instead”

you know who else likes cats?

student council president and dance team leader kang daniel

peter and rooney are the loves of his life he swears

he is loved by all the student body and is an angel

he is also a really good dancer, thus why he is the leader of the dance team

honestly people are surprised he isn’t taken by anyone

he just says “he’s waiting for the right one” and just blushes at his cheesiness

its honestly adorable

so someone like you

who tends to avoid people, wear dark clothes, scares people

who prefers books to people but is just really, really, really shy

and daniel

who is loved by a lot of people, socializer, and is even the student council president

and is not shy lies

what are the odds right?

you were working your shift at the cafe after school when it started to rain and you thanked the stars you had a spare umbrella

of course when you were washing the window to the cafe you saw someone standing out there under the awning

which didn’t really cover them very well

and you figured

“must have gotten rained in..”

you debated it for a moment but quickly ran to the staff room and grabbed your umbrella

it was a very light pink which honestly wasn’t very you

but it was a gift from a friend from a long time ago and you weren’t about to just stop using it for its color

you stepped out of the cafe and quickly and walked to the stranger

“here, you need it more than me.”

and quickly putting it into their hands (you couldn’t see their face from their hood)

you ran back inside the cafe

but daniel saw you

in fact he was the one you gave the umbrella to

small world, huh?

he was running home from dance practice and it started to rain and he hid under there to try and stay less soaked and maybe wait out the rain

when you came out and handed him your umbrella and

it was pink, which from what he knew of you wasn’t very you

he saw you from time to time around school

noticed you were very pretty yes he did

and he knew you didn’t really talk to anyone and that kind of broke his heart cause

okay he has a crush on you but that is besides his point here

he knows you don’t actually try to be scary, he has known you since elementary

and that you are just really shy but

he hasn’t found the right chance to talk to you yet

and he looked back towards the window and saw you run in to serve customers and

where was that really shy girl he knew?

what he saw was you, in your apron and uniform, smiling at the customers and helping a kid with a kitten

picking up the cats gently and feeding them and showing the kids how to and

wow his heart is beating really fast

and his face feels really hot and he just feels like a pile of mush

soft af

because just seeing how much care you put into this and how happy and smiling and-

you almost caught him staring and he turned really quickly to look like he was fiddling with his phone before he looked down at the umbrella and smiled

he opened it up and stepped out into the rain and started home but

he really wanted to see you again

well of course he has to see you again he has to return your umbrella

so he started his plan

meanwhile you sighed as you just looked outside later to find it was still raining but

you did something nice for a stranger and you smiled softly to yourself and pulled up the hood on your black coat, sprinting home

you got sick for a few days lol

one day when you came back into class after being sick, you noticed that there was a coffee there

and you thought it was someone else’s and almost threw it away

but you saw your name on it and just went “???”

you looked around the classroom but no one else was there and you just shrugged

you sat back down and left it at the corner of your desk and that’s when you noticed other writing on it

“I’d give up one of my nine lives for you ❤️”

and you’d be lying if you didn’t blush a bit but you were also confused

and you thought it was a prank so you were wary

you tasted the drink and you were

surprised?

it was your favorite drink?

now things were getting freaky because you don’t have anyone you really told that to so you are wary of it but

well

you aren’t about to turn down a free drink

so you go on with your day

meanwhile

in a certain president’s room

daniel is freaking out to seongwoo

“dude what if she doesn’t like it”

“daniel i work with y/n, she drinks this all the time”

“yes, well, still! she may think it's poisoned or something oh god”

“boi”

and this pattern continued every day, a different line on the cup every time

“im feline fine now that i have seen you.”

“how you feline? cause you purrfect, i’m not kitten!”

and so on

they were honestly, really bad

like cringeworthy vomit bad

but you found them nice nonetheless

you also noticed something weird

usually people steered clear of you in class and tend to sit away from you but

kang daniel is sitting next to you

now you have seen daniel around a lot since elementary and have noticed him of course

who wouldn’t

he was a really kind guy and you may have had a crush on him before

or now

but that isn’t important everyone has a crush on him

you thought you had no chance

so you just ignored it

until he asked you for a pencil

you looked up and saw him smiling and just nodded quietly and handed him one of yours, which was actually bright orange

actually if someone were to look at your stuff, the only things that were really black was your clothing and bag, the rest of the stuff was rather colorful

he beamed and thanked you and you swore you saw buddha right then and there

you had to turn away quickly to hide your blush

you said “your welcome, oppa” and went on with it

meanwhile daniel was blushing himself because he did it! he talked to you!

and wow your voice was really cute

so days went on like that

you got mysterious coffees from someone and daniel kept sitting next to you, asking you various things

you two actually started to talk more

(which surprised people but it wasn’t unwelcome

there were bets being made

aka started by seongwoo

on how long it would take for you two to start dating)

you two talked about favorite breeds of cats and daniel got into discussions with you about drama endings which,,, surprised you because

kang daniel? soft over fight for my way? unheard of

but he was really into it

because he saw you were watching it while waiting for class one day and asked if he could watch with you because he missed the showing last night

it was the start of a beautiful friendship

you two talked about anything and everything and suddenly that dreary morning period didn’t seem so bad anymore

you kind of felt sad when class ended and you had to stop talking to him

little did you know daniel felt the same way and he was thinking of ways to meet with you outside of class because he really

really wants to just

wow he had to stop right where he was in the middle of his council work to realize

he wanted to hold hands with you, hug, and kiss you and just do nice boyfriend-girlfriend things

“oh my god i’m in love”

“it took you two months to realize that?”

seongwoo is so done

so he takes the initiative

one day when you and seongwoo share the shift he brings up a study group for the morning class you two are in

he said since you get really good grades in the class if you could help with it

he begged and promised that he would cover your shifts for a week if you went to one

and if he covered more shifts that meant you could watch more of your drama or play games so

you shrugged and said sure

come saturday night and you are regretting

you are standing outside of seongwoo’s home in your sweatshirt, jeans, and timbs (all black of course) and hair tied back and

why didn’t you stay home to watch shows

you would have taken the shifts because you really didn’t mind them so much but

you sighed because you keep your word on things

so with that you knocked on the door

before you could knock knock twice

i’m sorry that was a really bad pun

seongwoo opened the door with a wide grin and ushered you in

not at all suspicious

and lo and behold

daniel is sitting there on the couch with his book open

he looks up to see who came in and his eyes go wide

so do yours

seongwoo sits you down and he gets out his own books and it's quiet for a while

until you notice daniel struggling with a translation for english and you scooch next to him to help him

“its translated to “carnival” here, so it is asking “have you been to the carnival”.”

and he beams at you and thanks you and you feel yourself blush but

you two continue to work together

seongwoo quietly tiptoes upstairs as you two continue to work

you two end up getting your homework done and soon you are just talking about things and

daniel is smiling so much at you and you are doing the same and it's honestly so nice

he just thought to himself as he heard you talk about the differences between ae-ra and seolhee that

“i really want to kiss you right now.”

“what?”

“oh gosh did i say that out loud?”

and it's really awkward between you two and daniel just sighs and

“well i had wanted to do this a whole different way, maybe with flowers, but...”

you look at him in confusion and he just blushes a bit before smiling at you

“I really like you, y/n, i’ve liked you since elementary school when you stood up for me in front of the bullies who said dancing was for girls, and even more when you gave me your umbrella that rainy day in front of the cafe, and the more i got to know you the more i fell and i started to try to woo you over slowly… so i asked seongwoo what your favorite drink was and got that every morning and i just wanted to talk to you more but didn’t know how and… wow this is a lot i uh… i’m sorry if i made you feel awkward..”

he giggles a bit and hides his face and you just

this man is a child

a cute child

you smile and look down, causing him to look at you in concern as you reply

“i admit… i didn’t think i would be one of those people who want a relationship since i really only know dramas and games well, but… hanging out with you and talking to you made me feel so nice, it's kind of crazy how much i like talking to you? because i thought that since you were really popular you wouldn’t want to talk to me but i… wow this is… haha how do people do this?”

“right?”

you and daniel giggle like the dorks you are and you just stare at eachother and smile

daniel holds out his hand and you take it quietly and you just lean against each other

“I don’t know how these things work but… i want to make this work with you. will you be my girlfriend?”

you smile up at him and his heart is fluttering

“of course, who else would i argue about the heirs with?”

both of you were blushy messes when seongwoo came back down from his “bathroom break”

he was hiding on the staircases holding back sobs of joy at his friend finally getting with you like a proud parent would

“so uh, i take it things went well?”

he asked all cheekily and then you realized

“you set this up on purpose!”

“so i did, well would you look at the time my parents are coming home soon and you all need to get home to sleep, ta ta lovers!”

and he ushers you two out with your stuff and the two of you are left standing there before both of you giggle

“i admit, i kind of want to hit him for setting us up like this but i should also thank him.”

“why?”

“because without him, i don’t think i would have ever been able to confess to you”

there you go red again, and even redder when daniel takes your hand in his and you two start to walk home

daniel just murmurs into your hair as the sun sets in the distance

“you make me feel so high, i’m so crazy.”

extra

(seongwoo sneezed as he felt like something happened

as if someone just stole something from him but he doesn’t know what

he wrinkled his nose before shrugging and going back to his show)

(when you two came to school the next day, there were posters that had “FINALLY!” on the front and it said that you and daniel got together and you both looked at eachother before sighing.

“seongwoo.” “seongwoo.” )

( “wait a minute”

“hm?”

“you still have my umbrella!”

“oh yeah about that--” )

#kang daniel scenarios #kang daniel imagines #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #all-i-wanna-write #admin v #v requests

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