#rini drabbles

[txmxkis]

can't take my eyes off you

pairing. kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader

genre. fluff

wc. 1236........

warnings. HIGHLY self indulgent as usual, basically self ship coded but hopefully still entertaining and relatable, reader has confidence/self worth issues, sappy af, almost certainly has grammar mistakes

a/n. based on me hating being photographed irl. also why is writing so fun but so scary. TENSES ARE SO HARD

“tetsurou. if you take one more goddamn picture of me, i swear i’ll—"

the sound of his phone camera capturing a picture cuts you off mid sentence, followed immediately by your huff of frustration.

"you'll what, hmm? you don't scare me."

he flashed you a big cheesy grin, all the while still pointing the camera at you. you scowl at him, ready to risk it all and attempt a lunge at his phone in order to stop this madness.

you hated having your picture taken and he knew it, but for some reason he chose to ignore that fact, as if possessed by the need to piss you off. he could be really good at that when he wanted to be.

as soon as you initiated your plan of attack, your hand getting tantalizingly close to the offending device, he pulled it just out of reach. hopelessly, you flopped back onto the bed, groaning in frustration.

“why do you hate me."

“now now. would my camera roll be full of someone i hate?"

“if you were planning to kill me, yea. besides, i dont think having hideous pictures of me is exactly helping your argument.”

he just rolled his eyes in response.

you heard the shutter sound once more while your defenses were down. the last straw.

before he had time to react, you grabbed the nearest blanket and covered your head with it, holding on tightly so that he couldn't expose you to humiliation all over again. you probably had a better chance of ruining his plans by hiding than by trying to overpower him anyway.

“hey! get back here!"

his attempts to uncover you were met with shrieks of protest and a tightened clutch on the blanket. not to mention a few wild jabs of your limbs into the air, which if he hadn't so skillfully dodged, might have hurt just a little.

“fine. time for me to look through these and admire the fruits of my labor."

you cringed at the thought of how the pictures looked. how you looked. most of them were probably blurry anyways because of the thrashing that you were doing to escape the lense, thank god.

maybe you could persuade him to get rid of them. maybe you could sneak into his phone later and delete them yourself. maybe—

“you're beautiful, you know."

all thoughts of treachery came to a screeching halt. after sitting there with your mouth open in shock for a good few seconds, you shook your head, moving the blanket with it.

“nuh uh."

“yuh huh."

“nope."

“without doubt."

his tone of finality made you want to scream your throat sore, but instead you lay there quietly, silently disagreeing with him again.

it was relatively quiet for far too long after that, with quiet cackles drifting over from the other side of the bed being the only sound you could hear from underneath your shield. presumably brought on by pictures that were extra stupid. not to mention revolting.

your thoughts were spiralling right along with your mood now, eyes almost welling up with tears, but you stubbornly pushed them back. it seemed ridiculous to get this worked up over something that wasn't necessarily that serious. kuroo was just trying to be playful and you knew that. it was hard not to feel this way, though, especially when it came to something that was such a big insecurity.

he sighed loudly, snapping you out of your head momentarily.

“can you please come out from under there? i swear the camera's not open. i put the phone down and everything.”

“liar."

“am not! i just wanna see your pretty face with my own eyes now."

you grumbled a weak protest before relenting.

“fine. but i swear if you—"

“would you just hurry up already."

“oh my god, alright."

you slowly pulled the blanket from your face, and you could see that he was telling the truth. for now at least. he was lying there right next to you, already staring, as if straight into your soul. god, you wanted to shrivel up and disappear immediately.

“it's rude to stare, you know."

“don’t care."

you felt so awkward and exposed, and the only thought in your mind now was getting out of this conversation.

you started to try and untangle yourself from the blankets and get up out of the bed, only to feel your own arm being pulled out from under you. falling back next to kuroo, you covered your face and made a noise of frustration.

the first thing you saw after pulling your hands from your face again were those amber eyes still fixed on you, a slight grin on that smackable face.

“ummmm, hello? can I leave?"

he shrugged.

“you can do whatever you want."

you tried to sit up and leave again, only to be pulled right back down next to him a second time.

“i- what's happening right now?”

“good question. i changed my mind, you don't get to leave anymore.”

you masked your face with a deadpan expression, only because you were desperately trying to avoid giving him the satisfaction of seeing you crack a smile.

“are you serious right now?"

“as the plague."

at that, you couldn't help but snort.

“and why is it that you're trapping me here?"

“i decided that you have to lie here and listen to me tell you why you're amazing."

“yea, sure, whatever you say."

“i really can make you a list if you want. although i think it would take less time to make a list of reasons why i don't like you."

“i pick that one."

“ha! nice try. hmm, now let's see... you're endlessly stubborn. quiet and standoffish with most people.”

you raised an eyebrow. maybe this wouldn't be so difficult after all.

“though still kind to everyone who deserves it. alluring. determined. passionate even when it's hard. you care so much that it's scary sometimes. ”

you avoided eye contact. okay. at this point you were starting to feel far too exposed again.

"you try way too hard to keep people at arm's length, but if they're lucky enough to be loved by you, they're taken care of whenever, wherever. you're smart, even if you don't think it's true. stunning as well as irresistible.”

when he said that, he caressed your cheek while you basically became one with the mattress.

“and so independent that it feels like you don't need me around sometimes. but also soft and gentle and giving.”

his voice had dropped almost to a whisper when he spoke those last words. at this point, your face was nearly burning off. you were almost sure that he could feel the heat radiating from you.

“okay, okay—"

“and, oh yea, did i mention beautiful? enough to be my wallpaper."

he picked up his phone and flashed it at you, a slightly blurry picture from not twenty minutes before illuminating the screen. you could tell he was proud of himself from the smug grin stretched across his face.

“you're an ass."

“come onnnnn, you love me, admit it.“

right then, your chest swelled with affection for him, so much that it felt like you could suffocate. still, you paused just long enough for him to start acting offended, before smiling softly and speaking quietly.

“yea, i really do. thank you, tetsurou.”

thank you for reading! <3 — txmxkis

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu scenarios #hq imagines #hq drabbles #hq scenarios #what up its ya boy with more self indulgent as fuck writing #i just want him to love me into loving myself yk #anyways happy valentine's day!!! #screams and runs away #[☂] — rini writes!

[amywritesthings]

SILVER UNDERGROUND / deleted scene 01.

levi's pov #1. :: a deleted scene from chapter one. this is an alternate pov of levi's first conversation with james in the trost hospital.

happy silver underground eve! i thought i could give you all a little treat for the very first edition of additional SU content. this is a special levi-only drabble covering his pov when james first wakes up. i wrote it to better understand his own head while writing james' pov, but it wasn't necessary for the final draft. apologies for the pain, my dears. xo this is unedited. 1.8k words / angst, language, mentions of self hatred. :: please remember: this is additional content. nothing in the deleted drabbles are tied to the main content/overall final storyline.

He doesn’t bother knocking.

Levi can’t, not when you’ve been awake for twenty minutes. Twenty whole minutes where he wasn’t there. Twenty fucking minutes where you were alone, lying in a hospital cot, confused and out of sorts and more than likely asking for him.

He was supposed to be there. 

He just didn’t think today would be the day it finally happened.

As he rushes through the hallways of the Trost District hospital, he tries to keep his face neutral. You’re going to need one hell of a recovery period, so he’s going to need to be strong — to hold true to his twilight promises he made six months ago, come what may.

According to Hange, you’d already been gone for several minutes by that time. That didn’t stop him from talking to you through the entire surgery prep process like you could hear him anyway. They’re cutting your shirt now. They’re setting up the blood bag. I’ll sit here all damn day hooked up to it if you need more.

(For someone notorious for silence, he sure had a lot of promises ready on his tongue.)

The door of the medical wing swings wide, and he could fall to his knees then and there: you’re sitting. For fuck’s sake, you’re actually sitting.

You look sickly, disoriented, but your eyes dart across the room towards the sudden intrusion. Your chest rises and falls in your gown. Your fingers are moving just fine.

He can’t say anything — he’s a goddamn coward waiting for the other shoe to drop in this miraculous awakening. 

“Captain Levi!”

Doctor Rini’s voice calls to him, but the captain notices immediately that you don’t turn to the doctor. No. Your eyes never leave him, and it’s… 

Blank.

Maybe you’re just exhausted.

Maybe you’re not quite here in the present yet.

“Doctor,” he replies, clipped to avoid emotion.

“I sent Nurse Phillipa to find you,” Doctor Rini exhales with anxiety.

“I was found.” Levi locks onto sarcasm as a defense mechanism. If it wasn’t for the good doctor, he’d already have been at the foot of your bedside. Begging for forgiveness is hardly enough. I’m sorry. “So?” I’m so sorry. “Tired of sleeping yet, or are we looking at six more months of winter?”

If you’re James, then you’ll tell him that you’d take another six months to avoid him.

If you’re still you, then you’ll tease that his left hand is trembling.

But you stare.

That’s it — that’s all you do.

Stare, and stare, and stare.

“You only look like total shit,” he continues with a snort, “so I guess that’s a good thing.”

“Captain—”

“Apologies for Levi’s intrusion, Doctor Rini.” Your attention turns when Erwin enters the room. Levi almost wants to demand you keep your eyes on him — look at me, James — but the commander speaks for the both of you. “Nurse Phillipa was able to locate me in my office. I had to retrieve Captain Levi personally. Is it alright if we come in, or is she not yet lucid?”

Of course she’s fucking lucid. She’s right here.

Levi takes a few steps forward, tightening his trembling hand into a fist to keep it concealed.

“She is… lucid, Commander.” The doctor stops there. There’s a but coming — he can feel it.

Levi doesn’t like this, not one fucking bit.

“But?” he snaps, glaring the doctor’s way for the first time since he burst into the room.

The doctor sighs with sadness then gestures towards the fallen lieutenant.

“Lieutenant, state your name.”

What?

Levi can’t help how fast his attention whips towards you. His stomach drops to the floor, digging itself into the dirt. You look… scared?

You shouldn’t be scared. He’s here. He promised he’d be here.

“...you originally stated she suffered a major concussion,” Erwin says.

“Yes, I did,” the doctor agrees, “and I also stated on the report that the probability of temporary to permanent post-traumatic memory damage was high.”

You have to be fucking joking.

Erwin states it in plain terms: “In other words, sustained amnesia.”

The fist at his side painfully tightens, his trimmed nails pushing into calloused skin. He sets his jaw, forcing himself to breathe through his nose.

“It never said anything about permanent,” Levi growls, pushing forward away from the doctor, away from the commander, to talk to you himself. Erwin’s fingertips touch his shoulder as if to dissuade him, but there’s nothing — absolutely nothing — that will keep him from this.

There’s no way it’s sustained.

Confusion in the beginning, maybe, but you just needed to talk a little. He’d show them both.

The visitor’s chair screeches against the floor until it hits the edge of your bed. You’re still doe-eyed and lost, lips parted like you’re wanting to speak — he can help. You two practically grew up with the same half-baked brain cell.

“Where are we?” Levi asks, leaning forward in his seat. He stares up at you with a hidden layer of affection, willing for the James he knows — the James he’s always known — to see.

I’m here. Look at me, James, I promised I’d be here.

“Levi,” Erwin warns. He doesn’t get it.

Levi nods his chin, albeit barely. “Answer the question.”

You pause, fidgeting in that way when you’re nervous. “I… don’t know.”

“You do know,” he urges.

“I don’t.”

“Where — are — we?”

“Stohess District?” you guess. It’s not that far off. Maybe he’s not being forceful enough.

“Try again, dumbass.”

Wrong idea — your eyes widen like you’d never been more insulted in your life. He’s jokingly called you worse. “Excuse me?”

“Levi.” Erwin again.

Levi refuses. “What’s this building called?”

“I said I don’t know,” you plead, and your voice sounds so small that it breaks his heart. 

“Do you know what titans are?”

“Of course I know what the fuck titans are.”

His heart flutters at your swear. You’re not entirely lost. “Good. And do you know what the Survey Corps is?”

“Yes, why does this matter?”

“Do you know where you’re from?” If he wasn’t in control, then he’d reach out to your hand. Cup your cheek. Swear on heaven and Earth that you know this one — you just need a little more time. You need to try a little harder.

Yet your shoulders slack. “I don’t.”

Levi’s face drops, his voice taking a sharper edge by accident. “You do. You just aren’t trying hard enough.”

Maybe insults will work.

Maybe spilling his guts of all of his darkest secrets will help.

He’s a man falling through space and time itself, willing the past not to condemn him right now. He’s sinned a great deal in his life, but that doesn’t mean you should suffer for it, too.

Because you know. You know, you know, you know—

“I am trying, asshole,” you hiss, and his face lights up for just a moment.

There you are. There’s that fire. Fight — fight for this, fight with me, just fight.

“Levi,” Erwin interrupts, “that’s enough.”

Maybe it is enough.

Maybe you can rest and try tomorrow, to let you sit in this mental darkness for a little more time, but he’s waited six long months for this.

“So that’s it, then, huh?”

Levi dares to poke at the wound just one more time. You always worked best when adrenaline courses through your veins. That’s why you two were so perfect.

“You’re going to lay down and happily take being a nameless has-been after being stuck in a coma for months?”

But it was the wrong wound.

He regrets his strategy as soon as you look horrified, and he doesn’t have time to quell your fears. Your trust turns to Erwin for the truth. “It’s been months?!”

The fire dies. You’re terrified in this bed, one hiccup away from a panic attack, and Levi is powerless to fight it for you. Erwin takes over and the captain is glad for it — he’s a stone’s throw away from begging.

Come back to me. It was too much to ask of you, but he was selfish enough to ask on your near death bed anyway. Come back to me, James, or I’ll fucking drag you back myself.

But you’re not you.

You’re not you, and he’s the reason for it.

The captain chooses silence as he watches your face, memorizing the slopes of your face. His heart clenches with the hard decision in front of him: Erwin has a clearer head for this. He’s so blinded by his guilt that he’s already hurt you in the first hour of your revival.

Maybe this is his punishment for dragging you into all of this in the first place.

From the Underground City to Hell on Earth, he is the reckoning of your demise.

I think I’d remember the name of this piece of shit — in this case, you mean him.

You’re right. He is a piece of shit.

He is a danger to you.

You are in the middle of talking to Erwin when he abruptly stands from his chair, the wooden legs scraping sickeningly across the floor. Everything is underwater. He feels like his body is shutting down, so he does what he has to:

He turns to leave.

Facing the entrance, he drops his chin to his chest with a defeatist attitude. “This is a waste of time,” he urges the commander, relenting just one moment where he admits he’s fucked this up. 

He’s not the right person for this, even if he’s always been your person.

He’s not the right guide to help you, even if all he’s ever done is hold your hand.

Maybe this is fate.

Maybe this is the second chance he’s always wanted for you — one without the Scouts, without running from the law, without looking over your shoulder.

Maybe Erwin will give you an honorable discharge so you can spend your days in the warmth of the sun.

He could live with that, even if he never sees you again.

“You’re always so quick to walk the fuck away.”

Suddenly his boot scuffs the floor.

His eyes shoot wide, staring at the floor ahead. There’s a splintered floor panel at the frame of the door he’s never noticed in the hundreds of times he’s come here.

For a moment he’s fooled. This could all be an elaborate trick to punish him for the shit he’s done in his life.

(Maybe you do remember, deep down somewhere he cannot follow yet.)

But you were right back then and you were right now: he is quick to walk away—

—if it means that he can't hurt you from this distance.

“I… didn’t mean to say that,” you correct quietly, and his face scrunches to battle the overwhelming bout of grief that washes over him. “I don’t know why I said that, sir. Forgive me.”

Sir.

Not Captain.

Not Ackerman.

Not Levi.

Before he can cause anymore damage, he walks out the door.

Erwin can take it from here.

#aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #amys deleted scenes. #fic: silver underground #levi ackerman x reader

[coeurify]

rinie’s blog!⋆｡✩౨ৎ

masterlist under cut. abt. boundaries.

18+ ONLY. recent work. REQUESTS OPEN

ELLIE WILLIAMS.

SERIES. perfect girl | 1 .. 2 .. 3 .. | college dealer!ellie x bitchy sorority!reader. nsfw included. the perfect pair | 1.. 2.. | bff!ellie x bff!reader, bffs to lovers

ONESHOTS. if walls could talk | ellie gets jealous, you take her home. smut. lacy, oh lacy. | you have what ellie wants. angst, light fluff

DRABBLES. hand stitched | you start stitching your initals into tlou2!ellie’s jeans. fluff. the red means i love you | vampire!ellie drinks from you. suggestive. tw blood. unwind | tlou2!ellie likes when you play with her hair. fluff. making sub ellie use her words. | suggestive. ellie comes home at night. | fluff. ellie makes a sextape. | smut. request turned long drabble sub ellie with dom dina and sub reader. | smut vampire ellie and werewolf abby. | suggestive. halloween costume with gf ellie. | fluff college neighbors ellie and dina. | suggestive

REQUESTS

being a brat to ellie. | smut

begging ellie to kiss you. | suggestive

college neighbors ellie and dina. | smut

going down on sub ellie. | smut

ellabs and breeding strap. | smut

ellie and handcuffs. | smut

ellie beats guys up | suggestive

ellie blows smoke into your mouth. | suggestive

ellie cuts her initials on you. | smut, tw knife&blood

ellie realizing she’s in love. | fluff

ellie smokes while you go down on her. | smut

ellie smokes while you ride her. | smut

ellie teaches you how to play guitar. | smut

ellie’s tits. | smut

farm hand ellie. | smut

girl next door ellie. | fluff

horny silly ellie | fluff & suggestive

post sex w ellie | fluff

secret dino enthusiast ellie | fluff

seeing ellie after one night stand | fluff

sitting on your knees under ellie. | suggestive

sub ellie brat / pillow princess | smut

sub ellie hcs. | smut

sub ellie with a mommy kink. | smut

sub!top ellie | smut

ABBY ANDERSON .

SERIES.

ONESHOTS.

DRABBLES. werewolf!abby and vampire ellie. | suggestive

REQUESTS.

abby & her strap. | smut

abby being rough. | smut

abby being obsessed with you. | fluff

abby manhandling you. | smut

assuring abby you want her. | smut & fluff

babying abby. | fluff

ellabs and breeding strap. | smut

fake dating abby | fluff & angst

friends with benefits abby. | suggestive

i wanna be close to you gf x abby. | smut

mommy abby | smut

kissing abby while shes bloody. | suggestive, tw blood.

personal trainer!abby one , two | suggestive

roommate!abby. | smut

OTHER .

none yet.

#rinie’s masterlist ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ #ellie williams x reader #abby anderson x reader #rinie’s navigation ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

[bihansthot]

First person smut drabble, threesome, p in v sex, cunnilingus, Bi-Han x wife!reader x Sareena

I’m just going to post about this because I’ve spent all day thinking about

eating Sareena out after Bi-Han pumped her full of his icy cum. I want her overstimulated and whining as I lick and suck every drop of his cum out of her sweet, syrupy pussy.

I lap at suck at her soft walls, savoring the extra salty, slightly bitter flavor the addition of Bi-Han’s cum imparted, a flavor I was very familiar with. It makes me moan and I flush in embarrassment as I can feel my pussy dripping with arousal as I hunt down every trace of cum from my girlfriend’s pretty pussy. Eventually Bi-Han recovers from his orgasm and gets hard watching me, his wife eating his girlfriend out and slowly pushes his cock in my dripping slit and fucks me so slowly, driving me mad as I try and focus on Sareena’s pleasure. Soon all three of us are just whimpering messes, I’ve always had a talented tongue and Bi-Han would never admit it of course but Sareena and I have heard him make noises that would horrify the cryomancer if anyone knew.

After what seems like forever Sareena finally cums with a moan of my name, her sweet nectar flooding my mouth making me moan obscenely as I act like the good girl I am and clean up my mess. I’m not far behind her, Bi-Han’s perfect cock filling me up over and over as his cold fingers strokes my clit. I whine against Sareena’s sweet cunt earning an exhausted, overwhelmed whimper from the demon as my vibrations reverberate through out her perfect body. Bi-Han gives a low warning he’s not going to last much longer in my silken heat as he starts to thrust harder, deeper. My arms can no longer hold me up as I topple against Sareena as she scoots down a bit so I can rest against her taut stomach, her sharp nails dragging through my hair as she encourages me to cum for both of them. I can no longer hold my orgasm back as Bi-Han seems to find the perfect spot inside me over and over as his cold fingers dance in tight circles around my clit. My muscles lock up as my eyes flutter close and rolls back into my skull I moan his name loudly as wave after wave of pleasure course through my body. I feel light headed and weak, drunk on pleasure as the evidence of my orgasm drips down my thighs.

“What a good girl you are, first treating Rini so sweetly and now your tight little pussy milking my cock, just begging for me to fill you with all of my cum,” he groans as both hands find purchase on my hips. His pace doesn’t really increase just the intensity does, fucking into me hard and strong.

“She’s been such a good girl, she deserves a treat,” Sareena echoes the cryomancer’s sentiment as she continues stroking my hair lovingly.

“Please Bi-Han,” I whimper, trembling from the cold and my lingering orgasm.

He stills and lets out a deep moan as I feel his icy cold release splashing against my velveteen walls, I whine and moan his name as he fills me. My cum slut kink on full display as if it wasn’t obvious enough from insisting on cleaning up our girlfriend.

“Oh god, don’t spill any, please,” I plead and shiver from being chilled from the inside out. Bi-Han acquiesces to my request and makes no move to pull out as he pants softly and lets his cock soften in my spent pussy. Eventually he slips out and lays down next to Sareena, pulling her warm body close as I continue to lay half on top of her.

“Honestly, whose wife are you?” Bi-Han asks in faux annoyance as he sits up and heaves me to his other side leaving himself happily in the middle, pleased as a cat with cream.

Sareena leans across Bi-Han to pull my heated blanket up and across my body before pressing a chaste kiss to my lips, “both of ours, Bi-Han.” She titters softly before snuggling against the cryomancer, her demonic body giving her plenty of resistance to the cold.

I blink tiredly, trying to stifle a yawn feeling warm and comfortable curled against the cryomancer’s perfect body, the cold of his body fighting the electric blanket. My body heat and the blanket seem to get the job done as the chill fades and I drift into a contented sleep.

#mortal kombat #bi han #sub zero #mk sareena #bireena #bi han x reader #bi han x you #sub zero x reader #sub zero x you #bi han x sareena #bi han x sareena x you #wife!reader #tw smut #nsft #ns/fw #w4w #wlw #p in v #drabbles #smutty drabble #first person pov #self indulgent

[haespoir]

hi guys! just wanna say i’m going on a short hiatus from jun 30th to jul 8th!! it’s not really a hiatus bc i have some stuffed queued (schedule of that queue will be under the cut) but i’m gna log out while i’m gone so i won’t be replying 😖

any mutuals, if you wanna chat or smthn, my twt is mimikkos (it’s on priv so lmk if u follow me) and my discord is miyamooni

see u guys when i get home <33

each day there’s a dreamie timestamp drabble w a paired song and a set of texts that will be posted! :3

jul 1st: haechan (ditto, nwjns) + situationship!mark texts jul 2nd: jaemin (sour grapes, lsfm) + friends2lvrs!chenle jul 3rd: jisung (up to you, pm&dream) + bf!doyoung jul 4th: jeno (touch it, ari) + sleepy!mark jul 5th: renjun (wish you were sober, conan) + random 7dream texts jul 6th: mark (what we talkin' bout, 127&marteen) + 7dream song rec texts jul 7th: chenle (my favorite clothes, rini) + shirts that go hard w/ 7dream jul 8th: nothing. HEHE

here is cutie patootie haechan ty for reading 🫶

#mia talks

[lieblingspulli]

Yearning For More: SKZ

W.c: 2.6k

Bang Chan x Reader

Summary: Just a little angsty drabble (if one could call it that) based on some lyrics:

Wanna give myself to you But can you promise me, you'll stay? Don't wanna be here on my own You know it's driving me insane

Let me tell you one thing for sure You're the only one I want more of 'Cause every time you strip away my pride Humble me down to my knees You're exactly what I need, you're exactly

A/N: I listened to For Days and Aphrodite by RINI. Love these songs, love the vibes. It’s giving very: sensual, lovesick, adoring my partner and living for them vibes. I love it, I think it fits Chan very well 😉 But on a serious note, I really think he’d appreciate the artful production of these songs, I wish I could tell him to listen to them. Enjoy! 

Masterlist!

SKZ Masterlist

Song Recs: 

For Days, RINI

Aphrodite, RINI

Something to Feel, RINI 

A Starry Night in Apollo Bay, RINI

Chan had never felt so blind sided in his life. He was always so sure of his surroundings, of his situations. Chan always felt secure in his choices. He always felt confident in his relationships. 

Chan was notorious for being the stable one in any of his friendships. He was the advice giver. He was the shoulder lender. He was the hug provider. Chan was the anchor in anyone’s stormy sea. Naturally, Chan prided himself in being such a source of comfort for others. He was happy to let others use him that way.

All of this was to say that Chan couldn’t imagine a world where someone didn’t need him. He got so used to all the people in his life who needed that special someone. He loved to be that person. But, this time it was different. 

Usually, when someone tells him they need comfort, Chan gets the usual phrases: hey, can we talk? Or hey Chan, can you be there for me? Sometimes he gets something else, depending on the person. If it’s Felix, it’ll be a shy request for a movie night. If it’s Jisung, usually he asks for feedback on a song he feels deeply about. Leeknow has his own (kinda weird ways) of asking. So on and so forth. Everyone’s got a way of asking. Who is he to judge? 

But you stupefied him. You disoriented him in every way possible. You never needed help. You never needed anything. Hell, he couldn’t even get you water without you complaining. You dazzled him like no other. Since when has he been attracted to such stubbornness? 

For the past 6 months, you’ve been running laps in Chan’s mind. You sprint sometimes, not allowing him to sleep. You jog sometimes, always on the forefront of his mind, even when he’s eating cereal for breakfast. You leap sometimes, making him giddy when he’s with you. Chan is completely head over heels for someone who refuses his help in anything at all. 

Chan knows he can’t quantify his worth with how much he helps people, but he can’t help it. It’s completely ingrained into his brain. You take that concept and completely slam dunk it into the nearest trash can. He knows you aren’t doing it to be rude, you’re an adult, capable of making your own decisions. He knows that. Does he listen to it? No. He still offers to help. To comfort you. It’s the only way he knows how to connect with people. 

Ever since you bumped into him at a bingsu shop and gave him your number, you’ve been a constant on his mind. The sweetness of the bingsu you recommended to him is etched onto his tongue, forever associated with the silkiness of your voice. The tenor of your words, scratched into the walls of his head. Chan constantly texted you since that fateful day. On days where you didn’t work till your brain turned off, you went out and got food with him. Sometimes his other team members joined you, but the constant was always you and Chan. He loved it that way. 

Ever since you started confiding in him about your worries and concerns in life, Chan had tried so hard to help you. He always listened, always gave you all his attention. Chan always offered you his help. Whether it was emotional or physical support, he always stressed that he was there for you. That would never ever change. But you never took his help. 

But tonight. Oh, tonight. One too many drinks, too many strangers around, too much of everything. Chan was overwhelmed. He definitely knew his friends were. This stupid party was a terrible idea. The only reason he was here was because you said you would be there. He dragged Jisung, Seungmin and Changbin along, for his own sake. He had to literally bribe them to come. But he should have never come himself. Now he was confronted with this situation. All of it was too much. 

The blue lights hurt his eyes. You tipped back the cup and drained its contents in a second, tops. Chan eyed you, worried about your ability to be standing. Was there smoke coming from somewhere? Honestly, Chan wasn’t too sure, he was a couple drinks in too. 

Jisung came sauntering up to the pair. 

“Yoooo, I think someone brought a smoke machine!” Jisung laughed and hooked his arm around Chan’s neck. Chan’s drink sloshed around in his cup. Chan felt bad but didn’t know why. He could see you speaking into the ear of someone next to you. The music boomed through the room and all he could hear was the bass. 

“I noticed.” Chan said without a second thought. He continued to watch people walk around and dance. Jisung frowned at his tone. 

“Hey, are you not having fun? Here, you can have my drink instead.” Jisung swapped out Chan’s drink with his. Chan didn’t really care. Jisung frowned, unsatisfied with how his solution didn’t work. He poked Chan’s cheek. 

“Channn, what’s on your mind?” Jisung playfully smiled, trying to light up the mood. Chan spotted you taking a deep breath and starting to fidget a bit in your place. He just wanted to lean over and whisper anything to you. Really, anything would satisfy him. This whole situation was awkward. He couldn’t tell if the lights were moving or not. 

Without answering Jisung, and clearly distracted, his friend gave up and walked back to Changbin who was riling up Seungmin to rap to the song playing in a large group of strangers. 

Finally, Chan caught your eye. You tilted your eyebrow before looking into your now empty cup. Chan wordlessly offered you his. You shook your head. Damn. Not even a drink. Awkwardness ensued. You were never one to talk to fill the space anyways. Chan couldn’t even hear you talk to your friend, even though you were right next to him. He racked his brain, trying to figure out how to talk to you. The lights slowly transitioned to purple and the smoke thickened. Chan felt uneasy, but he passed it off as being tipsy. 

Just as quick as you had tipped back a shot, one of your guy friends appeared in front of you. Chan was now terribly uneasy. His stomach churned. 

“Heyyyy, Y/n! You made it!” Chan could hear his obnoxious voice, even over the bass boosted club music. Why was a house party playing club music? 

You shouted back a response. Chan didn’t catch your words, the air filling with laughter from the beer table. He strained to listen. 

All Chan could hear were glimpses of your conversation. Sometimes he caught words, other times the music died down enough to allow him to hear full sentences. You were talking about your love life. How laughable. He wanted to scream. The music changed to another song. Another wave of laughter and screaming. Probably beer pong. 

“Yea, I just feel stagnant. No one wants me I guess.” You laughed out loud. Chan caught that part all right. He sipped his stale mixer in annoyance. 

He heard your friend laugh at this. He watched the conversation play out and then he walked away. The feeling in his stomach stayed. Just as he was about to reach over to you and say something, you quickly started walking towards the door. He hesitated, not knowing whether he should follow and potentially be branded a creep or stay in his spot. He chose to do the former. 

Following you through the maze of hallways to the front door made him dizzy. He didn’t remember if this is how it looked when he first got here. His mind was hazy, like the fog obscuring the view of his own feet. 

As soon as Chan pushed open the front door, a gust of fresh air filled his nose and lungs. Oh god, he needed that. The maze of fog and drinks had made his mind foggy. Chan stepped to the side after letting a couple of girls into the house, trying to look for any sign of you. He only stopped when he saw a figure by the curb, right next to where the trash cans were out by the street. Could that be you? Something about the emptiness of the lawn told him it was. 

Chan followed the direction of your figure before stopping some yards away, hesitating at the sound of sniffles. The sounds didn’t quite register in his mind until he realized truly that you were crying. 

“Y/n?” He called out carefully. He didn’t want to startle you, as if you were a deer or something. The very concept made him cringe, but he kept that face internal. He called out for you again. 

“Y/n? It’s me, Channie.” He called out a little louder this time. The sobs went silent. A couple seconds of silence. 

“Leave me alone, Chan.” 

Chan barely heard your whisper. He heard pain in your voice. Chan remembered the first time he heard that sweet voice of yours. It was nothing like that right now. That honey dripped voice he knew was now cold, and dripping with heart aching pain. Chan took a step closer to the shadows, not sure whether to sit. His mind was still running slower than usual. 

You stayed hunched over your knees as he carefully sat down, closer to you to feel your comfort more than anything. 

“I said go away.” Your voice was laced with venom this time. 

“What happened?” Chan tried to meet your harsh words with kindness. He could never take offense to anything you said, especially when you were hurt. 

“How many times do I have to say that I’m fine!” You lashed out. Chan’s heart wavered, but his heart started to beat faster with courage. He was determined to help you. 

“I just wanna help you Y/n. Clearly you’re hurt.” Chan gazed at you with concern. He could see the tears smudging your eye makeup and the glitter sliding down your cheeks. All he wanted to do was wipe them off for you and say everything was gonna be okay. Chan was exercising all the restraint he could. 

“All you wanna do is help other people. When are you gonna help yourself Chan.” You spit out. You gazed at him coldly, remembering the amount of times he ignored his own needs, not acknowledging its importance. It made you shiver, you always questioned why he was so giving. Why couldn’t he give to himself? Why did he let so many people depend on him? Wasn’t that just an invitation for vulnerability? Chan blinked at your spiteful comment, not sure where to take it. 

“Y/n, I-” 

“No Chan. You aren’t listening. I don’t need help. I don’t want help. I’m not a baby, like your little friends inside that house. I can do it myself.” 

Chan could hear you choke out the last few words and stammered. He really wanted to reach out to you, do anything, but he felt held back maybe by the alcohol or by his own body. 

“Y/n, I don’t think you need help.” He finally spit out. You chuckled and gave him a painful look. He continued. 

“I don’t think you need anyone’s help, let alone mine. I want to help you though. Y/n, you are the fiercest person I know. You do anything you set your mind to, on your own too. But sometimes, people need to accept the help they don’t want. So please, Y/n, tell me what’s bothering you. I want to give myself to you. Please.” He pleaded and turned towards you. Your knees both touched. You choked out a sob and fiercely shook your head, denying the truth from yourself. 

You weren’t ready to accept this help. You didn’t want it, especially after your so-called best friend told you nobody would date you. His words echoed in your mind, saying you weren’t good enough, that you focused way too much on yourself and that you were selfish. 

“You can’t help me Chan. Nobody can and nobody cares anyway. Nobody wants me.” You sobbed, hunching further over your knees. Chan instantly hugged your hunched figure and whispered into your hair. 

“Y/n, I don’t care what that guy said, but I can’t live without you. You torture my mind every single day, without a care in the world.” Chan rubbed your back. You continued to sob heavily. He continued. 

“There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t think that you are the most important person in my life. I revolve around you like the earth does to the sun. You’re my sun, Y/n. You are the brightest star in my galaxy.” Chan’s voice cracked, and he genuinely felt that he had tried to express his feelings as best as he could, but he continued anyway.

You choked out a laugh at his cheekiness, completely interrupting your moment of sadness. He laughed with you. You shivered, cold from the brisk evening air. He held you tighter. 

“I really can’t live without you Y/n. I don’t know how else to show you that. I’ve been trying for months.” Chan mumbled into your hair. You leaned up and hugged him back, trying to comprehend the words he was saying. 

“I yearn for more. I want more from this. I just-” 

“Kiss me Chan.” You interrupted him abruptly. 

“What?” 

“I said, Kiss. Me. Chan.” You spelled it out for him. He blinked. You pulled him towards you. 

The moment your lips met his, you melted into his arms. His kiss felt like home, like the long lost moment that you could never quite grasp. His lips were pillowy and soft, always asking for more. You gave him everything you had. Chan held you tight, as if you might float away any second. The kiss sealed the feelings he had been suffering from for so long. He always yearned for more, but could never grasp it. Your stubbornness to keep him away kept him from telling you just how he felt about you. 

Now that you accepted his help, putting your pride aside, Chan gave every last ounce of energy he had towards telling you that he would always be there by your side. To hold. To kiss. To hug. He conveyed this in the movement of his lips, warming up your face. He wanted to scream to you that he’d always be there, one step behind, to push you further and hold you when you fell. You sighed, breaking apart from the one kiss that told you that maybe you were meant for someone after all. That someone was staring back at you, with all the love in the world being held in his eyes. 

“You’re so stubborn, you know that right?” Chan giggled. You rolled your eyes. 

“So tell me again, about you not living without me.” You grinned at him cheekily and he blushed, still in your embrace. 

“Hey, I just wanted to help you.” He sighed. You kissed his lips softly, leading his lips to follow you. 

“Okay, so help me then.” You whispered against his lips. Chan felt the fogginess of his mind dissolve. And so he would. 

#SKZ #Straykids #skz x reader #skz x you #skz x y/n #Bang chan #Chan #chan x you #leeknow #changbin #hyunjin #jisung #felix #seungmin #jeongin #lovestay #you make straykids stay #Goodnight!

[jaeyunsz]

hi rini !! just wanted to say that i love your works, i wondered if maybe you could add me to your permanent tag list ?? i don’t want to miss your fics/drabbles !!

thank you so much!! and ofc i will add you!

#perm taglist #replies

[tahdashi]

SAYU i looked at your wip list and and and — i’m obsessed with suna and rini and you so i can tell is going to be my new favorite suna piece when it comes out hehe

AHH i’m excited to finish that drabble omg i think suna fits rini’s music so so well !!! YOU’RE TOO SWEET I’M SMOOCHING YOU !!!

#💌: kai #from the stars

[feeling-weirdy]

Prompt - Vision and Wanda have a discussion about having family and children, set during the time between CW and IW.

It was pure habit at this point.

At the end of their walks, Vision would take Wanda around the nearby playground that was just outside of the hotel they frequented.  Her face would light up seeing the children play, sometimes stopping to watch them for several minutes.  The look on her face was unmistakable.  Even as a synthezoid, he knew full well what she was thinking.

And the very knowledge of this broke his heart.

He couldn’t give her what she wanted.  She had to have known that.

Vision was sure to give her the space she needed and allowed her to enjoy the activity of what she called ‘people watching’ from the sidewalk.  From time to time, one little boy, in particular, would call her over to play and the pain that Vision felt deep within his chest cavity grew to a level he did not know existed.

He sat casually on the park bench, eyeing the love of his life with uneasiness and apprehension as she lit up in a way that he had never noticed before.  They had talked about a great many things during their short times together, very rarely actually touching on a possible future together.  Wanda had made it known that she wanted to focus on living in the moment and would quickly shrug it off were he to ever bring it up.  The action, which he was sure she meant to help ease his mind but instead sent the wheels in his mind into overdrive.

Waving at him from the middle of the playground, Wanda looked positively happy and Vision did his best to mimic her expression.  Forcing the corners of his mouth to tug into a distinct smile that was sure to fool her into thinking he was doing okay on his own.  The frown that immediately replaced her features told him that he failed.  Wanda quickly handed the ball back to the little boy and walked briskly across the playground to the exact bench that Vision had occupied.

Her head fell to the side, worry filling her eyes as she carefully watched him.

“You doin’ okay over here?”  She asked, refusing to sit so that she could watch him clearly.  Vision smiled at her, folding his hands in his lap as he leaned back against the bench.

“Of course, whatever gave you that idea?”

Wanda’s face fell, her lips tightening against her face while he responded.  “Because I know you...and you’re not a very good liar.  What’s going on?”  Vision sighed softly, a quiet chuckle escaping from his lips.  During their time together, she had become more intuitive when it came to how he responded to her.  She had become well adept at picking the small mannerisms that seemed prominent across his features.  He was unable to hide that from her, despite his wishes for more tact.

Vision’s eyes fell to the ground, the forced smile instantly disappearing as he struggled to keep himself from spilling over.  He wouldn’t be able to stay silent were she to keep prodding.  She always had a way of pulling things out of him regardless of what information that may be.

“I’d rather not ruin your afternoon with your new friend.”  He nodded back toward the boy who had instantly forgotten about Wanda and had instantly found a way to entertain himself as he played by himself.  

“Spill.”  Wanda’s eyes sharpened, reaching down to take hold of one of his hands and recapturing his attention.  “You don’t have to keep things from me, you know?”

“I-”  Vision stopped himself, nodding curtly.  He pushed himself up to his feet, wrapping her arm around his and leading her away from the screaming children.  They were going to need more privacy if they were going to have this serious of a conversation, and he was more than happy to pull her away from the source of his fear.  “Walk with me, please.”

Wanda exhaled, watching him intently as he pulled her to the side.  “Vis, you’re kind of freaking me out.  What’s bothering you all of a sudden?”

“Wanda...”  Vision started, unsure of exactly where was the best place to do so.  Surely she knew, but it had to be said.  Out loud.  “Do you ever wonder about our future?”

Relief washed over her face, squeezing his hand as she gazed up at him.  “Sometimes...but, we’ve talked about this.  Is that what’s gotten you so worried?”  The smile that graced her face was almost heavenly, a blissful happiness that was no doubt connected to the notion that they would be able to spend the rest of their lives together.  Vision could feel himself getting lost in her beauty over and over again.  She deserved far more than what he was able to give her.

“Those were always playful banters rather than serious conversations,” Vision reminded her, running a smooth finger along her forehead to pull a loose strand of hair out of her face.

“I suppose so...”  She trailed off, chuckling softly as she ran a finger along the false skin that covered his forearm.  “So what...you want to have a serious conversation right here in the park?”

“I just thought that a home...of some sort would be beneficial for us...one day.”  Vision struggled with his words, a familiar process that never seemed to go right for him.  

“I home of some sort would be great.”  She giggled, reaching up to place a small kiss along his lips.  “The Accords make things a little difficult on us, but we don’t have to have this conversation right now.”

“On the same note...”  Vision refused to let the conversation die down.  She must have immediately sensed where he was going because the smile on her face rapidly disappeared.

“Vis...”  The warning was obvious, but he was far too concerned about their future together were they to keep putting this off.

“On the same note, c-children would be...”  His words trailed, face falling at the very mention of it as allowed his fingers to trace the length of her arm.  Her warmth brought him comfort, even during his lowest moments.  

“We don’t have to talk about this right now,” Wanda bit back at him, her face growing hard while she attempted to avoid his gaze.

“No, I feel we must.”  

“Stop...”  Her teeth grit together, tucking her arms against her chest and pulling away from him slightly.  Her voice was soft and hurt as if she were worried to continue.  

“Wanda...my body is purely synthetic as you’re well aware.  Were you to wish for children...”  Vision pressed on regardless of the way her face contorted against his words.  This needed to be said and he would not back down this time.  “I would be unable to provide you with that joy were that to be what you truly desired.”

“What makes you think I want that, hm?  I’ve never said...”  Her words sounded angry, but the look in her eyes told him all he needed to know.  Tears threatened to fall, causing her eyes to turn glassy as she glared up at him.

“I’ve seen the way you look at those children out in the field.  It doesn’t take a synthezoid to figure out what’s running through your mind,” Vision explained.

“We’re not talking about this.”  Wanda turned away from him, starting her trek forward to leave their discussion at that.

“Wanda...I must speak.”  He continued, causing her to stop in one sudden motion.  “Please, just listen to me.  Your happiness means more to me than the Earth itself.  If I can’t provide you with...If I can’t...”

“Please stop...”  Wanda's voice softened, slowly closing the distance between them. Her fingers touched his chest, tracing lines along the texture of his sweater. Her eyes followed her fingers, clearly struggling to pull herself together. In hope of soothing her worries, Vision raised his hand to her cheek, gently running his thumb along her skin. “I don’t need children to be happy, Vis.  As long as I’m with you, that’s all I care about.  I don’t see any reason why we can’t just enjoy our time together and just enjoy it.”

“The future may say otherwise," he chuckled.

“Then we’ll figure it out.  I’m fine.  If I can’t get my fill at the neighborhood park, then there are many ways we can have children without actually having children.” Confusion filled his mind as she spoke, uncertain as to her meaning. “Adoption...surrogacy...we can figure that out too.  When we’re both ready and not right now.  Together.” A smile stretched across her face, reaching down to slip her hand into his grip.  

“Very well.  Together, then.”

“For now...all I want is you.  Can’t that be enough?”  Her words seemed genuine, but he couldn’t stop the worry that continued to eat in the back of his mind.  At some point in her life, she was bound to want more and there was only so much that he could provide for her.  The heaviness of that thought weighed on his mind, but if she insisted that she was happy with how things were, there was no way he could refute that fact.  

“Of course, my love.  My heart and my entire being are yours.”

Check out my other drabbles here or feel free to request some!

#scarletvision #wandavision #the vision #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #rini drabbles #CW to IW #not sure why this took so long but I hope it was worth the wait

[salsakiyoomi]

sakusa is your next door neighbor.

there are the 'hey, how you doing?' and 'good morning' as you pass eachother in the hall, you're acquainted with each other to say the least.

you've seen him bring his friends over some nights, and you'd greet him with a smile and 'a folk you got there,' and the funny thing is, you've been neighbors for more than two months and yet, you didn't catch his name quite yet.

so now, it's friday night,12:09am to be more specific, the building owner has decided to host a party on the roof, and pretty much everyone was there.

except you, and well, a certain someone too.

you get out to the hall, you have a coat on you since you decided against sleeping and for taking a walk instead.

and you pause mid step out your door, "my god, what are you doing out here?"

the curly haired boy raises his eyebrow at you, "should ask you the same question." he's standing opposite of you, leaning on the door frame of his apartment with his phone in hand, he has a black coat on with a white turtle neck underneath, and he's looking quite neat for someone out at twelve am.

"were you going to the party?" you ask, shutting your apartment door behind you, before leaning on it.

he shakes his head, "no, the music was too loud, was gonna go out for a walk but then," he says, eyeing you and a small smile peaks it's way to his lips, "you showed up,"

"lucky coincidence i guess," you say, chuckling, "was gonna go out for a walk too."

it's12:19am now, the muffled yet loud beats of the music up on the roof booms through the walls, and luckily, it keeps the two of you in the halls chatting.

"excuse me but," you say, "you're looking a little too neat for someone going out for just a walk."

you both hold eye contact for a bit, and you're having a playful smirk on your face when he sighs and hold his hands up in mock defeat, "fine, you caught me, i was going out for some drinks."

"i knew it," you say, laughing, "nobody just wears a gucci coat for 'a walk'" you make air quotes with your fingers and he asks with raised eyebrows, "how did you know it was a gucci coat?"

you pause, and you groan, "i have a thing for fashion."

"so, clothes kink then?"

"hey!" you say and he chuckles, it's a little, quiet sound the escapes him, and you say, "you're the mystery man that owns gucci coats."

the both of you pause, staring at eachother.

"okay," you say quietly, crossing your arms, "that was supposed to be an insult but i guess not."

he smiles, "right."

it's12:27am you're standing in a dimly lit hallway with your neighbor, who you don't know his name, and you're having a chat as if you've known each other in forever and you can't remember the last time you've enjoyed every moment with someone as you are now.

"kiyoomi," he finally say, "kiyoomi sakusa."

"y/n," you grin, "y/n l/n."

he nods, a little pleased smile on his face as he says, "a pleasure knowing you, y/n."

"so," you say, and there are fireworks going off in your heart right now, "tell me, kiyoomi, how do you feel about going out?"

"i feel like," he says, "how about we go out for some drinks?"

you raise your eyebrows at him, and a permanent smile is on your face as your chest expands with warmth, "as long as you lend me your gucci coat."

sakusa laughs, a whole-hearted laugh with a faint blush on his face and he signs it off with a soft smile on his lips.

"you bet."

#over some wine by rini #been a hot minute since i wrote for sakusa there #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu comfort #haikyuu x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa headcanons #sakusa drabbles #sakusa scenarios #sakusa imagine #sakusa fluff #sakusa comfort #sakusa x reader

[between-two-fandoms]

EJ playing water polo.

His parents didnt come to the game, his family never supported him that's nothing new. But he was playing at his best ability nevertheless and then... then he glances at the stands and honestly what the fuck even.

All the theater kids were there.

Nini and Ricky at the front, a large - rather embarrassing - poster leaned against their legs. Red and Ashlyn standing behind them, Kourtney and Carlos and Seb were even there too.

Seriously what the fuck.

EJ gets slammed in the head by the ball and he can hear Carlos ranting angrily in Spanish at the poor referee from the pool.

He had to blink a few times to make sure they were actually there, that they were all there. Maybe the theater kids weren't his parents... but they showed up and that's worth a lot more to EJ than whatever lame gift store present his parents are going to undoubtedly bring home for him from their recent travels.

Because as much as he hates to admit it... he loved the theater kids. They were his family.

EJ played the winning point at the end of the game. They all went to Denny's to celebrate.

#hsmtmts #ren drabbles #ren rambles #ej caswell brainrot #ej caswell #caswen #if u blink u miss it #rini #drabble #writing burst #exersizes #i might expand on this #when i grow my braincell back

[kaminobiwan]

obi stans.... I haven’t forgotten u.. feed u soon

#i stayed up all night #literally until 7am #and i finished a padawan!obi piece for my drabble celebration #but it is def not a drabble LOL it really took off #anyways i’m so excited to drop it #i have to wait until after lunch to add the final touches #but at noon est it’ll be posted :-) #obi wan kenobi x reader #rini rambles #rini reaches 175!

[whereisjenolee]

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❥ mark lee

title: vapor

pairing: mark x y/n

storyline: falling for someone who doesn’t want commitment

themes: angst

summary: mark just wants to be with you, even if it’s not real.

(in which mark will take any piece of you that he can get)

warnings: swearing, drug usage, intoxication

     ↳ read here

playlist: “Strawberries and Cigarettes” by Troye Sivan, “Just a Little Bit of Your Heart” by Ariana Grande, “Lie to Me” by 5 Seconds of Summer, and “Vapor” by 5 Seconds of Summer

❥ lee jeno

title: message in a bottle

pairing: smitten!jeno x crush!y/n

storyline: the person you’re in love with finally returns your feelings

themes: fluff!!!

summary: remember ladies, if he wanted to he would. and jeno really really wants to… he just doesn’t know how. no matter how many times his friends try to force him into confessing directly to you, jeno can’t bring himself to stand within 6 feet of you without feeling like he’s about to combust.

(in which lee jeno overhears that his longtime crush, you, might return his feelings and now his cheeks are blushing and his mind is reeling over what he could possibly do after discovering this remarkable piece of information)

     ↳ read teaser here

↳ read full fic here

playlist: “Message in a Bottle” by Taylor Swift <3, “Perhaps Love” by Eric Nam and CHEEZE, “Out of My Limit” by 5 Seconds of Summer, and “Just One Day” by BTS

❥ lee donghyuck

title: the other side of the door

pairing: uni student!haechan x uni student!y/n

storyline: a couple that’s not a couple yet that acts more like enemies than lovers

themes: angst, comfort

summary: can’t he just directly tell you what he really wants? of course he can’t, he’s lee haechan! 

(in which lee donghyuck has a hard time expressing his true feelings for you)

     ↳ read here

playlist: “The Other Side of the Door” by Taylor Swift

❥ na jaemin

title: part of your world

pairing: uni student!jaemin x uni student!y/n  

storyline: befriending a stranger, unrequited love, strangers to best friends to strangers again

themes: comedy, fluff, angst

summary: from the very first day you became acquainted with na jaemin you knew immediately knew that you wanted to be someone close to him. and somehow you’ve managed to wiggle your way into his bubble, befriending jaemin himself along with all of his close friends. slowly, he becomes a constant in your everyday life, just like you had hoped for. but alas, you realize too late that you were never meant to be a part of his world.

(in which you see your relationship with jaemin for how it really is and come to terms with your misplacement in his life)

     ↳ read here

playlist: “My Favorite Clothes” by RINI, “Story of Another Us” by 5 Seconds of Summer

title: like we always do

pairing: jaemin x reader

storyline: unrequited love both ways, seeing someone be better off without you

themes: angst, some fluff

summary: within your not-so-exclusive (to jaemin, at least) relationship, jaemin is always the one who doesn’t take your feelings seriously. when you find him messing with another girl yet again, you finally decide to stop seeing the good in him, but for the person he really is: a dickhead asshole. having had enough of his games, you break things off with him without a second thought, assuming jaemin won’t even notice your absence. little do you (and jaemin) know just how much you really mean to him.

(in which jaemin doesn’t know what he’s got until it’s gone)

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playlist: “always” by keshi, “Dancing with The Devil” by NIKI, and “La La Lost You” by NIKI

｡･ﾟﾟ･ DRABBLES ･ﾟﾟ･｡

❥ the streamer chronicles

characters: streamer!y/n, roommate streamer!jeno, roommate streamer!jaemin, roommate streamer!haechan, youtuber!renjun, youtuber!chenle, youtuber!jisung, tiktoker!mark

themes: fluff, comedy

summary: a collection of snippets of content creating friends

(in which you get a glimpse of what living in a house of twitch streamers consists of!)

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disclaimer!!! y/n insert will always be written as fem unless specified otherwise

#to write! #nct #nct dream #mark #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #chenle #jisung #mark angst #jeno fluff #haechan angst #jaemin fluff #jaemin angst #pins

[myherowritings]

found a treasure

— “It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.” Requested by anonymous. 

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader word count: 0.9k genre: fluff, modern au, winter/holidays

a/n: small drabble of bakugou just being sappy and in love HDJSJHD just in case anyone needs a pick me up n.n ily hope u enjoy !! xx sof (p.s. song of the fic is emerald by rini :3)

He woke up first, to no one’s surprise. 

Last night was the first time Bakugou stayed over in your apartment— Just the two of you. 

It was that awkward stage in a relationship where you both knew you liked each other, but for whatever reason weren’t yet official (whether for fear of rejection or fear of commitment, he wasn’t sure). But Bakugou was sure that he wanted to ask soon. He wanted to ask for a while now, actually, and after seeing you sleeping so peacefully in his arms, light filtering through the cracks of the window blinds, his determination was only reinforced. 

The sunlight illuminated the curves of your face from your lashes to your nose to your upper lip. If he had even a fraction less of the self-control he did, he would probably end up coloring the shading in with the tip of his finger, touch light so as to not disturb your sleep. 

But apparently, even the thought was enough to stir you awake since your eyes fluttered open soon after, your bleary gaze meeting his. 

Bakugou froze, his body on high alert once he realized the situation he was in— Him caught staring at you with some gross and sappy look on his face? That couldn’t happen. He had a reputation to keep.

He was ready to turn away with a huff and pretend like he hadn’t just been admiring everything about you for the past ten minutes when you spoke up with a soft murmur. “Hi.”

The word was short but it was enough for his heart to skip a beat. There was a small smile on your face, soft and gentle from the sleepiness of just having woken up. The weather was nice and cold and Bakugou noticed you wiggling closer to his chest while bundled up in your blankets.

He scoffed in amusement, running a hand over the top of your head before resting it on the dip of your waist. “Cold?” 

“Mhmm.” You nodded. “It’s chilly. But I like it.” 

He felt your arm wrap around him and—annoyingly enough—his heartbeat started drumming even louder. “Yeah. Me too, or whatever.” 

Your smile was half-hidden in the pillow as you laughed. “You’re cute.”

His cheeks flushed and he hoped you were too drowsy to notice. 

God. He really liked you. 

And Bakugou wondered if maybe he should be more clear in saying that before it was too late. 

After moments of silence with him staring right at you, you blinked. “Er… Do I have drool on my face or something?” 

“Yes, all over,” he wanted to say in order to deflect and save face for the embarrassing amounts of attention he had paid to you this morning. He blamed the winter holidays. There was something contagious in the air; there had to be. But instead, when he opened his mouth what came out was a quiet, “No. It’s just nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.” 

Your eyes widened. It wasn’t often Bakugou was this open with his feelings. He knew this. Putting himself out there and being vulnerable wasn’t something he found easy. But for one of the first times in his life, he thought it might be worth it for you. 

“It was also nice that you were the first person I saw today,” he managed to grit out. “I didn’t mind it, I guess.” 

A slow grin spread across your face and he had to figure the urge to place his hand on your cheek. “I like waking up next to you too. A lot.” 

He visibly relaxed. It wasn’t as though he thought otherwise, but it still felt good to hear that assurance directly from you. 

“Maybe it should happen more often,” you continued with a teasing drawl, tracing circles into Bakugou’s chest through the thin fabric of his shirt. 

Catching your finger in his hand, he chuckled, a noise that sounded low and gravelly even to his ears. “Maybe. You’re the only person I’d tolerate seeing when I first wake up, anyway.”

“Just tolerate?” you said with a playful pout. 

“Want,” he amended, causing your mouth to open in a little ‘o’ in surprise. “The only person I want to see first thing in the morning. The only one I want next to me when I wake up.” 

Bakugou felt awkward saying it and he had to battle a grimace off his face. Those words weren’t something that came naturally to him, but he meant every bit of it. And he hoped you knew as well. 

Your hand was enveloped in his, pressed against his chest and close enough to feel his heartbeat. The rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains illuminated your face so softly, Bakugou thought you looked like an angel. 

“I can’t imagine myself being as happy as I am now in anyone else’s arms,” you said confidently, placing a chaste kiss on his lips before pulling away with a smile.

“You make me happy too.” When you stared at him lovingly for too long, he pinched your nose gently. “Okay, that’s enough sappiness for the day.” 

You laughed, tweaking his nose back.

“Let’s get up and get ready now.” 

“As long as we do it together,” you cooed.

Bakugou rolled his eyes, smiling despite himself. Maybe he wouldn’t mind a little more sappiness. Just for you. 

#THIS IS JUST SOFT AND SAPPY AND ALL FLUFF im sorry i woke up listening to xmas songs so i was in the mood to write this cheesiness HFDSJHF #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #boku no hero academia #bnha fanfiction #bnha scenarios #bnha oneshots #mha #mha x reader #mha imagines #my hero academia #mha fanfiction #mha scenarios #mha oneshots #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha fluff #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou imagines #bakugou fluff

[angelguk]

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#5

→ on my mind 02 — a jeongguk scenario

member: jeon jungkook

word count: 25.6k

genre: domestic!au + established relationship + fluff + smut + mild angst

warnings: slow build / oral sex (f & m receiving) / multiple smut scenes / over-stimulation / breeding kink / creampies / mentions of infertility / pregnancy is a central part of the story line / pregnancy sex / jeongguk just wants to be a good dad / i am so sorry if the editing is not up to par i tried my best / mild possessiveness / mentions of misogyny and an asshole manager

soundtracks: (they long to be) close to you, carpenters + to you, yoona & lee sang soon + someone’s shining, wisue + who knew, chloe x halle, + but i’m trying to tell you how much i love you, saevom + pretend, lee aram + when the wind blows, yoona + meet me in amsterdam, rini + she, jannabi

special thanks to: @gukkheaven for seeing the baby version of this fic <3 / @a-life-thats-next-to-normal for sharing some much needed baby info with me!

header credit @dee-ehn <3

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#4

dedicated to the lovely @himboksj​ happy (very late almost criminally late) bday present! so whew... there’s a lot happening in this one! return of jock!jk and his wonderful girl oc now featuring!!: squirting, creampie, oral (fem receiving), mild choking, biting, boobs in face!!, anime tiddy mentions, praise kink galore, multiple orgasms, the use of a vibrator, jaykay is sick actually, over-stimulation, mild spit kink, dommish!jk, (redacted) pet name, mentions (and watching) of porn, everybody is in love and horny, crying cause the dick too good, fingering but not really. 5k of words that should have never left my brain. listen to continuum & nothing without you by tanerelle (kindly check masterlist for the pretty boy drabble mini masterlist if you want to read the rest of this au!)

Jeongguk didn’t mean to go snooping through your things. It was 100% accidental. He just remembered that you kept some athletic tape in your drawers because Jeongguk usually needed to wrap his knee or ankle after practice and you ensured that he always had some near (in case he came crashing at yours instead of going back to his dorm after Coach brutalised him during drills). And, anyway, you were at a point in your relationship where Jeongguk didn’t necessarily feel the need to outright ask you if he could poke around your drawers. Of course, he respected your space, but it’s not like he wasn’t nosy when you were best friends. You were in the shower too, he didn’t want to bang on the door and ask where you kept the tape.

Imagine his surprise when he reached the final drawer in your dresser, idly rummaging around for the blue athletic tape he knows is buried somewhere, and his fingers latch around a silky cloth instead. He knew what it was immediately, the shape a dead give-away. A discreet bullet vibrator, stuffed under your unnecessarily large collection of fluffy winter socks. Perhaps he stopped breathing, the twitch in his loose workout shorts undeniable. He’s not surprised that you own one and yet, his brain can’t fathom you using it. Even now, Jeongguk’s still growing used to seeing you come undone around his length, the feeling of your walls tight on his cock as your mumble his name. It drives him mad. He’s seen you in every kind of state; sobbing hysterically, laughing until tears slip from your pretty eyes, stumbling drunk in the streets, eyebrows furrowed with anger at him, that soft tiny grin you grant him on good days, the pout your lips settle into when you don’t get your way. He never fathomed he’d ever see you in that way, skin flushed with heat, eyes cloudy with ecstasy, your heat pressed against his own. He finds new ways to fall in love with you every day but it reaches new heights when he’s deep inside of you. Maybe he’s mildly obsessed with seeing you unravel, but that’s a secret he keeps to himself.

He does take a peek at your toy though, a soft velvet-like purple vibrator. It’s cute actually, something you would definitely purchase. But then the sound of water hitting the shower tiles slows down and Jeongguk swiftly tucks the toy back into your drawers.

“Oh?” You say when you open the door to him standing stiff in your room. The steam from the shower wraps around your figure in gentle wisps, sunlight filtering in from the window behind you, the image of an innocent angel appearing right before his eyes. “You’re here.”

“Practise ended early,” Jeongguk returns, his gaze trailing the droplets of water that slip down your skin. You smell good, just like that vanilla and peach shower gel that you dearly love. And the towel hiding your body is loose. It’s not his fault that he’s hard in his pants. When he moves to hug you, your face contorts, a downward tug at your lips that Jeongguk longs to change with a kiss.

“I’m wet,” you whine, brushing past him. “Go shower, you always stink after practise.”

He huffs, strong arms catching your fleeing figure and quickly wrapping you into his chest. “No. Don’t want to. I missed you and you can’t even hug me? You’re so mean to me.”

“Guk-” Jeongguk cuts that complaint with his face in your neck, lips colouring your skin rouge with a kiss that intends to leave a mark. “You can’t,” you mumble, but your fingers settle on the nape of his neck, tangling in the growing strands of his hair. “I have to get to work soon.”

“It won’t take long,” Jeongguk returns, feathering kisses across your skin as he nudges you to the bed. “I promise. Let me do this, I’ve missed you, bunny.”

Your towel is discarded somewhere in the amble to your sheets, your thighs wrapped around Jeongguk’s face a second later. He watches your body carefully, teasing your clit with purpose before he allows himself to slip his tongue deep. He notes the twitches in your thighs, the way your buck your hips against his face. He ignores his desire, for the time being, nose buried at the apex of your cunt, tongue covered in your slick, his lips latched on your clit. You like it fast, purposeful sharp flicks that make you squirm until Jeongguk has to pin your hips down, the lave on your heat brutal. His brain can’t help but wonder how you’d behave with your toy grazing your clit and his cock burrowed deep. You’re so sensitive, response to even the softest kiss he lays on your cunt. Would you be wetter than this? You’re already dripping down his face, his mouth glistening with your desire. But he wants to see if you can do more than this, squirm more than this, make a bigger mess than this. The thought surfaces as he feels your body lock, the tension in your limbs drawn high as your hands reach for his. You cum on his face with your fingers intertwined, his name falling from your lips as the afternoon sunlight hits your skin. It’s then and there that Jeongguk decides, with his mouth wet from your release, he’s going to see you squirt one day. For him and him alone.

He waits for the moment to naturally strike, silently scheming wicked thoughts every time you crawl into his sheets. It happens one evening, an empty bottle of wine at the foot of your bed and hentai porn playing brazenly on his laptop screen. Somewhere between downing the bottle and cuddling in his sheets Jeongguk had mentioned an uncanny resemblance between your gigantic chest and the anime boobies he’d grown fond of since his introduction to hentai. You’d immediately dismissed him, whacking him hard on the head and then Jeongguk had to prove it to you, opening his favourite website and pulling up a video that had your jaw-dropping.

“Your boobs do that, you know,” he says. Which grants him a sharp kick to the shin.

“Jeongguk, what is wrong with you?” He can tell you’re not annoyed, but there’s a lilt in your voice that makes him pause, doe eyes flicking to your face. You may be kicking him under the blankets but your eyes are stuck to the video, a distance glaze colouring your gaze. He can tell by the way your thighs draw together that you’re not as averse to this as you pretend to be.

“Turn it off,” you mumble.

“Why? I can tell that you like it.”

“Jeon, I’m not joking.” There’s a glare paired with that sentence, but he reads right through it.

“Fine,” Jeongguk offers, fingers already typing what’s been on his mind since the day he discovered your vibrator.

“What are you—oh.”

There’s a quiet lull. He clicks on a video that’s more familiar to him than he’ll ever willingly admit out loud. It starts the way Jeongguk prefers it to, with a man on his knees, his head buried between the thighs of a girl.

“What are you doing, Guk?” A warning. A question. Jeongguk is not sure what you mean by that and he’s too hesitant to take a look at your face to decipher the tone in your voice just yet. He takes the jump instead, hoping you don’t mind the fantasies of his mind.

“Have you ever squirted?” Somewhere between the exchange of words in Jeongguk's room, the man on his laptop screen slipped two fingers into the girl. It doesn’t help that your boobs are falling right out of your loose camisole, resting right on his bare arm.

“Jeongguk,” you return. “Answer my question.”

“Answer mine first,” he looks at you then, trying hard to read your eyes. There’s no heat in your face, just an innocence that colours your features. Wide eyes, your legs draw together, a hard swallow that he sees in the low lights that illuminate the room.

“No,” you say, bottom lip caught between your teeth. “So why are you showing me squirting porn?”

It’s then that Jeongguk realises he wants to ruin you. As horribly cliché as it sounds, he longs for that. And the urge for it doubles when your gaze falters, flicking quickly for the screen before drifting back to his. The couple is still fucking on his screen, hard quick loud thrusts that travel to the pit in his stomach fast. He’s hard in his briefs, a painful throb ebbing through his length when your hand drops to his chest.

“Guk?”

He shuts the laptop, the moans cut off, a heated silence taking its place. The bed feels too big when he gets up, ignoring the confused look you give him.

The vibrator is exactly where he left it, oddly comforting because it means you don’t use it. You have him after all. But he needs the toy for tonight.

“What? Guk? What’s go—when did you find that?” You’re embarrassed, he knows it from the way you squirm under the blanket. He glances down at it, finger pressing the switch that turns it on. A quick run through shows ten decent vibrators at different levels, it’s rather intense even in his hands, the low buzz that it emits filling the room forbidding before he shuts it off.

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738 notes • Posted 2021-05-05 23:34:41 GMT

#3

→ pu$$y fairy — a jeongguk scenario 02

member: jeon jungkook

word count: 4.2k

genre: smut + college!au + jeongguk and oc are in a weird fwbs without the friendship part just the benefits except jaykay lowkey has feelings + virginity au

warnings: virgin!oc / oral sex (fem receiving) / jaykay best coochie eater / oc is strange / jaykay is confused / there r emotions and propositions because of said emotions!! / first times / not really edited / mingyu the meddling best fwend part two :3

soundtrack: stargazing, the neighbourhood + body, summer walker

part one 

Jeongguk has not been able to get you out of his mind since your last fateful meeting. The memories linger like a stain on precious fabric, sinking through thread and leaving a blight that can be spotted from a mile away. His overeager thoughts have left him sensitive, acutely aware of your sudden presence. He spies you constantly in the lunch hall, laughing bold and unabashed with your friends, a brightness on your features that travels straight to his heart. Sometimes you rush past him in the hallways, late to your lectures, the wind sweeping the skirts you donned often upward. That had sent him for a small spiral, the fact that you loved wearing skimpy little things despite your coy nature. He hadn’t picked a favourite yet, but the blush pink and floral patterned skirts were contesting for number one unbeknownst to you. Once, he’d attempted a meek greeting, partially surprised by his timidness. But you had just brushed him off, one flash of your radiant smile before you scampered away. He’d mentioned it to Mingyu one drunken evening, unable to keep your name from slurring off his tongue. His heart twisted funny in his chest when he described your reluctance towards him, throat tight as the words squeezed themselves out. The response he’d received knocked him off his unstable feet, legs sinking onto the pavement below, the glowing amber street above lights blurring.

“Why do you care?” Mingyu had slurred, slumping down beside him. 

“What?” The crack of his neck echoed in the wind as he twisted to face his friend, discovering Mingyu's features flushed red and his eyes half-closed as the truth slipped from his mouth. 

“I mean,” Mingyu continued, “It’s not like you’re dating her or anything. It’s strictly sex, or is that not what the both of you agreed?”

“Well–” He was caught there, facing a dead-end he didn’t realise he’d back himself into until that very moment. “Well, even if that’s what we agreed I should at least get to know her right? It feels so strange to sleep with someone you barely know.”

Mingyu had scoffed, knocking his knee into Jeongguk’s. “Yah! Were you not trying to hook up with some random girl in the club five minutes ago?”

“But that’s different,” he’d pouted into the night, hands ripping through his curls in a futile attempt to get you out of his head. “I’m supposed to take her virginity, right? There’s a weight there. I should get to know her.”

Mingyu paused for a second, silently reading into what his friend was implying. “Fair enough. Get to know her then.”

“I’m trying,” Jeongguk shot back. “But it’s so hard. She doesn’t even answer my texts. Maybe she hates me or something.”

The long look he received unsettled him, Mingyu’s gaze indiscernible. 

“She doesn’t hate you,” he finally murmured, the sentence purposeful. “She’s probably just overwhelmed. Y/N tends to shut down when things feel like too much for her.”

“So? She should at least respond to my messages.” Jeongguk didn't mean to say the remainder of his thoughts out loud but they stumbled from his throat regardless, a whisper lifted by the midnight breeze. “Was my dick that ugly?”

Mingyu’s loud laugh cut right through him, Jeongguk’s cheeks burning hard in the quiet of the night. 

“She said that?” Another choking laugh accompanied his disbelief followed by Jeongguk’s head drooping down in shame. “God, you’ve got it bad haven’t you? And you barely know her too.”

“Shut up,” Jeongguk had hissed, terrified of the fond thumping of his heart. “I don’t.”

“You do,” Mingyu had hummed. “But I get it. Just give her time. She’s been asking about you too, you know.”

“She has?” If he had ears like a puppy they’d be perked up with jubilance right now. 

Another knowing noise of acknowledgement, his friend’s gaze wistful. “Yeah. But like I said, give her time.”

↯

Time is apparently three weeks later, the stress of submitting mid-semester assignments finally subduing across campus. There were murmurs of parties, people out and about with no care for the curfew imposed on them, and the recklessness of mid-term break drifting through the autumn air. Jeongguk had messaged you a couple of days ago (just a quick check-in or that is what he told himself), only to be met with one-word responses and a curtness that left him cold. But here you are again, notifications lighting up his screen in the middle of the night. 

nutcase [11:48pm]

u up?

He nearly chokes on the ramen halfway down his throat. A booty-call, really, Jeongguk just meant that to you. For a second he considers ignoring the message but the prospect of seeing you again has him tapping the notification with a swiftness that should embarrass him. 

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1166 notes • Posted 2021-06-20 00:53:45 GMT

#2

Going raw with jock jk 🥴

well...aw shit here we go again (literally nawt edited)

pairing: jock!jk and oc

warnings: use of pet names, mentions of orgasms/oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, jeongguk is SO IN LOVE, yeah its soft and horny :3

There’s an edge to the air that Jeongguk feels in his chest. It’s sharp, loaded with something unfamiliar that leaves his heart in a mess of nerves, thumping loud in the silence of his room. In the distance, his brain registers the unforgettable boisterous laugh of Mingyu downstairs, probably laughing at something silly Yoonho said. The pair were always around, clambering around Jeongguk’s dorm as if they lived there while Yugyeom grumbled from his seat on the couch. Normally, he would be a little bit annoyed. Jeongguk loved his friends but he also adored his solitude (there’s also the fact that one time they cleared the fridge of all his banana milk and ate his galbi leftovers). But right now, he cannot fathom leaving the comfort of these four walls to kick them out. Not when you’re panting into his bed-sheets, skin flushed warm and a blissful glaze covering your eyes when you flutter them his way.

Nothing in the world mattered as much as you did.

“You good?” He whispers it into the hollow of your neck, delicately planting a kiss there a moment after.

The sigh you release seeps into his heart, a soft gentle sound that he longs to hear again.

“Perfect,” you quietly return, gracing him with a smile that could end wars and clear skies.

He wants to do this slowly, savour every part of you all over again. He can still taste you on his tongue, the memory of your muffled cries and beautiful tremors so fresh in his mind that it’s almost violent. But his own desires demand attention, cock hard against the line of his stomach, a need so desperate building rapidly. His hands travel slow by force, but you know him too well, knocking your legs apart so that your heat meets his, slick eagerly coating the length of him.

The groan he lets out his accidental, melting into the air as Jeongguk buries his face in your neck. In his dismay you giggle, a devious sound, as your fingernails trail down his back, digging into muscle with purpose.

“It’s you’re turn now, love.” It’s murmured into his ear, your hands sinking into the mess of his curls. You brush them away with a fondness that cracks his heart open, something wild and beautiful blooming in his chest.

Love. Love. He thinks about that word a lot. Thinks about it when you cheer for him at his games, tiny frame jumping onto the bleachers so you can see the field better. When you wack at his arm and laugh at his lame jokes. When you drop an iced americano in his hands after his tortuous nine am classes with Professor Lee. When you tug him into your arms and kiss him like you want to memorise the feeling on his lips on yours. When you look at him. When you hands slides into his, a fit as perfect as your bodies moving together in his bed. 

Love.

You.

He thinks he might. He knows he does.

He should say it. Soon at least. Before it comes out during an untimely situation. Like the time your car broke down in the middle of a busy street and when you called for help Jeongguk was terrified that you’d gotten hurt. The itch didn’t leave even after you’d explained the situation, angry honking and your voice trembling with concealed tears. He wanted to say it then. Needed to. It almost slipped out when he said goodbye, promising to come as quickly as he could.

I love you.

Would it be that big of a deal? He thinks about as your hands fall from his body. He rises slowly, moving to rummage through his drawers for a condom. There’s four left. He bought a pack of 30 not even two weeks ago. Perhaps he spent more time learning the taste of your cunt than he did on his lectures. But this was still new. Bright, unlearned. He’d just figured out that you like it when he pins you down hard, making it impossible for you to squirm as he licked you apart. So perhaps the rapidly emptying box is warranted.

When he looks back at you, you’re staring at him. The foil feels funny in his hands. He gives it a twirl before attempting to tear it open.

“Actually,” you interrupt. He halts, heart loud in his head. “We... You... What if we didn’t use it?”

Oh. 

“Because, well,” you quickly tack on, shuffling upright. Jeongguk will admit that he did stare at your boobs as you did so. “We both got tested right? And, I am on birth control.”

Fuck. He most definitely came a little at just the thought of fucking you raw. Not that he hasn’t thought about it. But before it was never an outright possibility. Not until now, when you look like an angel in his bed, your body his temple to worship.

“Okay,” Jeongguk tries to keep his voice levelled but he knows it wavers. Whether it’s fear or excitement he can’t discern yet. “We can do that, yeah.”

You smile and he drops the condom like it scales him, climbing back into your arms where he belongs. It takes a little bit of shifts and shuffles, quiet laughs and gentle kisses interrupting the journey, before Jeongguk settles at your entrance, sliding in with an ease that should be criminal. You take him so well that he nearly blows his load right there, a tight wet heat welcoming every inch of his length. He doesn’t miss the way your back arches from the back, his hands cupping the back of your hips. There’s a whine that escapes from your throat, followed by the sound of name. You’re delirious, your moans colouring his room warm. He can’t help but buck forward, lip caught between his teeth as he forces his release down. His thoughts are stuck on how good you feel around him, velvet walls fluttering when he pauses, gives you a moment to adjust, his gaze dropping to your half open eyes.

“Bunny,” he murmurs. You mumble something incoherent, which Jeongguk replies to by bucking his hips deeper. “Bunny.”

“Hmm?” 

“Look at me.” It takes a moment but you force your eyes open, gaze meeting Jeongguk’s. His curls keep tumbling into his face but you can still feel the heat of his gaze from behind them. “Good girl.” There’s the rock of his hips, followed by a sharp tug as he pulls you closer to him . You can feel him in your guts, thick cock splitting you right open. “Be good for me, hmm? I’m not gonna be gentle with you, baby. You can take it though, can’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

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1288 notes • Posted 2021-01-13 16:13:21 GMT

#1

→ pretty boy — a jeongguk drabble series

alternatively known as the jock!jk universe

drabbles in vague chronological order (more are likely to be added)

pretty boy au playlist 💞

1. after-school activities

2. i thought you meant me

3. beer-pong and jealousy (a)

4. she was waiting (a)

5. excuses to yearn 

6. locker-room lover (m)

7. my love (m)

8. be good for me (m)

9. obsessions of the good kind (m) 

10. new horizons (m)

11. what you do to me (semi-m)

12. familiar friends, new fears (a)

13. bite the hand that feeds the heart (a)

14. honeymoon fades (a)

15. one heart broke; four hands bloody (a)

16. fuel to the fire (a) (m)

17. out of line (a)

18. old friends, new foes (a)

19. kintsugi (a) (f)

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[nanastea]

[08:12 PM]

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meet me in amsterdam by RINI

“should we go to amsterdam one day?” you inquire softly, rocking gently from side to side. your head is pressed against your husband’s broad chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. you have your hands in each other’s in tangled fingers. the gentle music playing on the record player is mingling in the background, and you let your bodies sway with the music.

“we’ll go anywhere you want, darling.” nanami replied with his cheek resting atop your head and his eyes closed. when you pull away, his eyes flutter open and fall on you. you glow underneath the setting sun, you skin glistens when you shift in his hold to wrap arms around his neck.

“i don’t think that’s fair for you, isn’t it?” you say, giving him a teasing yet scrutinizing look. nanami chuckles and shakes his head, his now empty hands coming to rest perfectly on your waist.

“i’m happy to go anywhere as long as you’re with me.” he utters, leaning to press his forehead against yours. his words make your chest bloom with fondness and you playfully roll your eyes..

“you’re such a sap, kento.”

“the last time i checked, you like it when i’m sappy.” the man hummed making you giggle.

“you’re right.” you smile, a hand coming to rest on the side of his face, smiling fondly as you catch his eyes. there’s a comforting silence that falls between the both of you as you carry the other’s eyes.

“you’re my sappy husband.” you utter gently, the pad on your thumb swiping across his cheek. the corners of nanami’s lips turn up, hands on your waist tightening as he pulls you impossibly closer against him to capture your lips in his. you’re quick to respond and relax in his hold as your lips mold together. but he’s the first to pull away and you pout.

“don’t pout.” he mused, placing a chaste kiss this time.

“the kiss was short lived.” your lower lip jutted out, but is quickly replaced with a grin.

“i love you, kento.” his softens, visibly relaxing his shoulders.

“and i love you, my love.” you let a hum of content as you both fall back into silence, letting the rhythm control your movements.

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nana’s note: i heard this song the first time and i cannot stop thinking about nanami. i posted about the song here (which was a tag on one of my side blogs @behan​​) and i wanted to write a drabble about it :) please enjoy~ also please look forward to my next order (⸝⸝⍢⸝⸝)

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