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chaoticbardlady99 · 4 months

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I Wondered if I Could Come Home? (Astarion x Pregnant F! Reader) MDNI 18+ Part 2

CW: Smut, insecurities, pregnancy sex, PIV

Tag-list: @im-just-a-simp-le-whore @starstruck-mj-writings @divineknightmare

Part 1 is on my Masterlist :)

This is unedited because I’m tired 😂💜

Photo belongs to @cheekylittlepupp on Tumblr

“These are all truly terrible options, Darling,” Astarion whispers into your ear, “I feel like putting anyone in this should be considered abuse.”

You try and fail to suppress the laughter- covering your mouth with your hand when another woman shoots you a glare. You should regret dragging Astarion in here, but you don’t. He’s right- this place has absolutely nothing adorable and you hate shopping here. You are very happy he shares the same sentiment.

This was an unplanned stop in the grand scheme of the evening. Astarion had insisted on taking you on a date the moment you woke up this morning. When you went to protest and say, “I look like a beached whale, no”- you were thoroughly kicked by Eowyn.

You picked the name Eowyn together a little over a month after Astarion first arrived. It’s almost month 7 now and although Astarion missed out for a few months- your daughter and him are already peas in a pod.

You disagree with Astarion? Kick. If you pick a book that doesn’t interest him? Kick. You get hormonal, angry, and Astarion sounds even slightly sad? You bet you are gonna be running to the bathroom to throw up. She’s a spiteful fucking kid and you cannot catch a break. You are the one carrying her and yet!

You suppose you can’t blame her though. You don’t want to give him any reason to leave anymore than she does. You know Astarion won’t leave again, but that worry is also silently there.

“Darling,” Astarion whispers, “come look at this atrocity.”

Astarion scrunches up his nose and picks up one of the other baby outfits. He looks at you with a “really?” and shows you a piece of fabric fashioned into a onesie with “Selune Loves Me”. You don’t even bother to suppress your snort of laughter.

“I have a horrible feeling that Shadowheart will be buying that for Eowyn,” you sigh.

“Oh no- not if I can help it!” Astarion puts the onesie back (he even folds it), “our kid is going to be a raging atheist and I will have it no other way!”

“And if she decides to be a cleric or a paladin?”

Astarion grumbles a “well that’s different” under his breath. He opens the door for you and bows dramatically as you walk through it. Astarion’s smile is brighter than the sun when you giggle.

“I’m glad you are willing to support all possible life paths, Star,” you tease.

“I will eventually convince her to change her mind,” he muses, “we’ll begin putting swords and instruments in front of her and hope she turns out better than Volo.”

You huff at him and roll your eyes. He intertwined his fingers with yours and you continued the rest of your date.

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You are laying in your bed- remaining absolutely still. Astarion seems like he is still sleeping?

Whatever sick fuck keeps adding spice into your life, has gifted you an incredibley real sex dream with Astarion. Again.

You told yourself you were going to behave- certainly not because you want to. It’s out of respect for Astarion and his boundaries. You don’t know what he’s been up to or if he would even want to while you look like this.

Oh wonderful- tears.

The hardest part of this whole pregnancy nonsense is that you don’t feel good about yourself or how you look. You didn’t necessarily have the best self esteem to start with, but your body changing in front of you almost every day wasn’t helping. You know your hips have gotten slightly wider and your breasts have gotten bigger. You try to be active as much as possible so you feel some control and you eat as healthy as you possibly can without lacking nutrients, but none of it felt like enough. You feel disgusting.

Your silent tears fall down your cheeks as you suppress your pitiful sniffling. If you close your eyes, you’ll eventually fall asleep. That’s what you usually do and that’s what you did when Astarion was gone. Sleep heals everything.

Maybe your body has finally had enough of pushing all of the discomfort back. All those feelings of being unwanted, unloved, and not like yourself are ripping you apart at the seams as they rush to your eyes.

You begin to move away from Astarion- deciding it would be better for you to sit in your little rocking chair and read for a bit. There is no reason to make yourself upset over something you can’t change. Your pregnancy will be over soon enough anyhow.

“Darling?”

Astarion’s voice pierces the silence and his fingers are clinging to your shirt as if to keep you there.

You clear your throat, “yes my Star?”

“Where are you going?”

Astarion sounds incredibly worried. It’s been hard for him to see you when you are sick or when you are obviously picking yourself apart in the mirror. Astarion is constantly worrying about your vertigo and you walking around without him or Shadowheart to catch you.

You told him that his worry isn’t necessary and that you would let him know if you were feeling dizzy or like you were going to pass out. You don’t want to bring harm to yourself or your child.

“I know you know your body, Darling,” Astarion says with his shoulders slumped and a slight frown on his lips, “I have no right to tell you what you can or cannot do, but please, my Love. I just found you again. I can’t even fathom the idea of-“

Astarion had broken down sobbing, then you began to cry, and then Eowyn was kicking so you caved and promised to let him know if you were leaving the room.

You roll over to look at him and his eyebrows raise in alarm. You hastily run the tears away and smile.

“I was just going to sit on the rocking chair.”

Astarion just squints at you and you avoid his gaze- looking up out the window.

“The moon is very pret-“

“Tav, why were you crying?”

Dammit. It’s the “I’m serious” Astarion voice.

“Oh uh,” you chuckle awkwardly, “I just had an interesting dream and it led to interesting thoughts- then TADA pregnancy hormones.”

Astarion flashes you a teasing smile before ghosting his lips over yours.

“Oh I am very aware of these ‘interesting’ dreams of yours, Darling. I’ve been waiting for you to finally ask me to re-enact a few.”

Your heart stops momentarily and you blink a couple times. There is no way you heard that correctly. You begin to tear up and Astarion’s brows furrow in concern.

“You don’t want that,” you say in a low voice, a stray tear rolls down your cheek, “I look disgusting.”

His lips are on yours in an instance- a whimper leaves your lips as you feel a warm stirring between your legs. It’s almost embarrassing how desperately your body wants him- craves him. Being kissed like this by him again is a blessing.

“I wish you would stop trying to guess what I want when it comes to you,” he sighs against your lips, “and I wish you could see how beautiful you are- all the time.”

“My body has just changed so much- to me anyway,” you whisper, “I worry that I’m not attractive to you anymore.”

Astarion grabs your hand with his and guides you down to the front of his underwear- opening your hand so that you palm against his erection. You blush furiously when he forces your eyes to meet his with his other hand. His pupils are blown wide with lust.

“Does it feel like I’m not attracted to you anymore?”

“No,” you whisper shyly.

“I want you desperately,” he places a chaste kiss on your lips, “As I always have.”

You feel embarrassed by the sigh of relief that leaves your mouth upon his confession. You want to be with him this way so badly it hurts. You hesitantly wrap your leg around his hip and you pull him in for a kiss.

Astarion’s lips are soft against yours. You keep a slow pace- unsure of how far he would be willing to go.

You find out pretty quickly when you feel his hands find your underwear- tearing away the fabric completely. You pout against his lips playfully.

“I liked those.”

“I’ll buy you a thousand more pairs, my Love.”

“But-“

The breath leaves your body when you feel his fingers begin to play with your clit. Astarion roughly presses the pads of his fingers against your clit- the additional friction making you keen in pleasure.

Astarion starts to pull away and your hands find purchase in his hair- pulling him back to you. Your desperation spurs him on and your lips are crashing against each other at a fast pace.

You feel him pull you back by your hair, making you look at him- you open your mouth to protest, but then you feel one of his fingers slide into you. Astarion pushes himself all the way into you with his finger until his palm is teasing your already sensitive clit. He must realize how ready you are for him because he enters a second finger and then a third shortly after.

The feeling of his fingers inside of you are intoxicating and the way he is looking at you is even more so. Your moans are on display for him to see- Astarion’s hand in your hair has yet to loosen as he finger fucks you relentlessly.

“So good, so perfect,” he says, “and I’m the only one who will ever have the pleasure of breeding you.”

Astarion’s words rip something inside of you open- you begin to clench around his fingers hard as your climax sinks into your body. His name falls from your lips like a prayer.

It probably is- if you are being entirely honest to yourself. Astarion looks ethereal under the moonlight that floods the room. His curls are mussed up a bit from sleep, his lips turned upward and slightly parted as he watched you be overtaken with pleasure.

Astarion leaves a chaste kiss on your lips and moves your hair out of your face. He sits up and pulls you onto his lap and traces the veins in your neck down to your collarbones. His hands meet in the middle to unlace your shirt all while making eye contact the entire time.

“Gods,” Astarion whispers as he kisses down your chest, “you are exquisite, my Love.”

You must have forgotten what it was like to be under Astarion’s lustful hands and loving gaze. Your dreams were nowhere like this.

You whine at the skin contact and you feel yourself clench around nothing. The feeling of his cold fingers running along your skin- how they tease and pinch your sensitive nipples. Astarion’s word of praise alone are enough to get you off.

“So needy.”

Astarion takes one of your sensitive nubs into his mouth- sucking and grazing it with his fangs. His other hand begins to trail downward as grinds his erection up into your unclothed, soaking folds.

“Have you missed me, Darling?” Astarion coos, “has no one else been able to make you feel this way since I’ve been gone?”

You know exactly what he is asking.

“Yes,” you say breathlessly, “because my hands are nowhere as skilled as yours.”

Astarion’s laughter fills the air and your body with joy. His hand moves to release his erection from his underwear. You gasp at the sight and your hand immediately goes downwards- you feel him growl against your breast when you swipe your finger through some of his precum.

You look down and his eyes are on yours as you put your finger between your lips, licking it clean.

Astarion moves his attention from your breasts- pulling you by your hair down to his mouth so he can taste himself on you. The other hand lines him up with your entrance before pulling you down by your hips at the same time he thrusts upward.

You see stars as Astarion grazes that perfect spot inside of you. His hands had untangled from your hair a while ago, both of his hands guiding your hips down so that you continue to take his full length.

“Astar- I’m going to- fuck,” you cry out as his fingers find your clit again.

“You are going to what, my Dear? I’m afraid I didn’t catch that,” he says teasingly, his thrusts getting sloppier as you clench harder and harder.

“I- I,” your eyes roll in the back of your head as you pitch forward, putting your face in the crook of his neck. Your moans reverberate through the room- your voice is almost guttural from the intense amount of pleasure you are experiencing.

Astarion’s orgasm followed yours quickly- his moans coming out ragged and incoherent as he fills you to the brim with his seed.

You kiss his cheek, along his cheek bone, and then back until you are in the crook of his neck again.

“You are the most incredible woman I have ever had the privilege to lay eyes on,” Astarion says fondly, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Star,” your blissfully fucked body relaxes against his.

You don’t remember when you began to fall asleep or when Astarion repositioned you so that you were spooning. The only thing you can recall is Astarion kissing your shoulder, neck, and behind your ear while whispering his gratitude and love for you into your skin.

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yoonavii · 10 months

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Impressing his crush

Context: Gojo Satoru trying to impress his diva and high-maintenance girl crush

Gojo, being the confident and charismatic guy that he is, would go to great lengths to impress his crush. He’d meticulously plan extravagant dates and outings, ensuring that everything is flawlessly executed.

Aware of his crush’s high standards, Gojo would spare no expense in his attempts to win her over. He might take her to exclusive restaurants, arranging private dining experiences with personalized menus and attentive service.

Gojo would put extra effort into his appearance. He’d meticulously choose stylish outfits and pay attention to every detail, from his hair to his accessories. He’d always aim to match his crush’s level of elegance and style.

Knowing that his crush has a penchant for extravagant gifts, Gojo would surprise her with lavish presents. Whether it’s a rare piece of jewelry, a limited-edition fashion item, or tickets to a sold-out event, he would make sure to find something that perfectly aligns with her tastes.

To impress his crush, Gojo would showcase his impressive jujutsu skills. He might organize private demonstrations, where he displays his immense power and control over cursed techniques. This would not only demonstrate his abilities but also emphasize his dedication to protecting her.

He would willingly participate in activities or hobbies that his crush enjoys, even if they’re not his usual interests. He’d immerse himself in her world, attending glamorous events, art exhibitions, or fashion shows, always by her side.

Despite being a natural prankster, Gojo would temporarily suppress his mischievous side when around his crush. He’d strive to present a more refined and composed image, believing it’s necessary to match her high-maintenance nature.

Gojo would shower his crush with constant attention and compliments. He’d be a perfect gentleman, ensuring she feels valued and adored. His flattery would be genuine, as he genuinely appreciates her unique qualities.

He would seek to understand his crush on a deeper level. He’d take the time to engage in meaningful conversations, actively listening to her thoughts and desires. This would allow him to tailor his efforts to meet her specific expectations.

Ultimately, Gojo’s goal would be to make his crush feel like the center of his universe. He’d prioritize her happiness, supporting her ambitions and dreams while being the unwavering pillar of support she needs.

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cosmicdumpling · 1 year

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crazy for you » jung wooyoung

SYNOPSIS: Wooyoung seems to have harbored a crush on you for a while now, and as much as he hates it, he manages to hold out just fine. A trip to the beach with the rest of your friends, however, becomes a huge threat to Wooyoung’s remaining resolve.

PAIRING: wooyoung x gn!reader (they/them pronouns used)

GENRE: romance/fluff, suggestive, humor

THEMES: best friend!wooyoung, best friends to lovers, pining, implied uni students!ateez and reader

⚠️ WARNINGS: profanities, alcohol, aggressive kissing (???), poor san kind of cockblocks and wooyoung decides to traumatize him

WORD COUNT: 8.0k

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Wooyoung lets out a long wheeze.

Beside him sits San, who’s withdrawing the metal straw that’s halfway through his mouth as he glances over at the coughing man with a weirded-out expression. He makes the effort to set his drink back down onto his thigh, the damp bottom of the glass creating a huge patch of wet circle on his light blue shorts. Wooyoung coughs again to draw out his previous choking, inhaling a huge amount of air before sighing, gulping, and straightening up on his seat again.

“You okay?” Asks San as he gently pats Wooyoung’s back, who grimaces but nods his head nonetheless as a reply.

“Yeah, yeah. Liquid just went down the wrong lane, that’s all.” He clears his throat, taking a careful sip from his smoothie just as his eyes smoothly dart over to take a glance at your direction again; this time, taking the time to properly take in your presence without embarrassingly choking on his own drink.

Hongjoong is the first to acknowledge your presence, followed by Seonghwa, and then the rest. Like how Wooyoung had expected, they instantly gush about your rather fresh and new look, dressed in a summery outfit that’s quite different from your usual style, but still looking incredibly good that it momentarily sends the two fashion enthusiasts to another dimension.

It’s the reason behind Wooyoung’s twenty-second choking too, but nobody’s supposed to know that.

It hasn’t been that long since you all arrived in the place― a rather cosmopolitan beach that’s a four-hour drive from the capital. The vacation had been planned months prior, but none of you had the time and the headspace to make it happen after a surge of projects and final examinations in the season. It most certainly came as a surprise when Yeosang was the one who’d brought it up after everything― considering he’s normally the silent one who goes along with whatever is decided or claps back to a stupid idea that somebody might chip in to the group. But it’s also especially because of the fact that Yeosang is the one who’d said he wanted to push the vacation through, and the fact that you had all been through hell, that the long-standing and almost completely wiped out trip to the beach finally happened.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong had everything planned out from the accommodation, to the food, down to the activities, so your arrival and checking in was fortunately a lot smoother than it’s supposed to be. After setting foot on the destination, and after a few arrangements and preparations here and outfit changes there, you’re finally coming out to gather at the beachfront for the sunset campfire, as per what’s written on Seonghwa’s very intricate itinerary.

Wooyoung forcefully tears his gaze from you, afraid you’ll catch him staring so badly and tease him about it.

He’s a huge pest himself, but he prefers to be the one on the annoying side and not the other way around. So instead, he chews on the little crumbs of ice from his smoothie and frowns ahead at the shining sun to conceal and bluff the reactions you’ve managed to contract from him.

He tries desperately to hide it because you aren’t supposed to be cute, you’re supposed to look like a porcupine in his eyes or something, and he’s supposed to tease you because of that. He’s supposed to let out a hyena laugh, annoy you to death, then play fight with you until the end. That’s how it has always been in the course of your lifelong friendship. But for some reason, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

And he swears it’s getting more and more ridiculous how this has happened a lot of times lately.

On your class reunion.

At a mutual friend’s birthday party.

At your apartment when you had a movie night and a sleepover, and you were even only in some plain freaking sweats and a comfy loose shirt!

He absolutely hates how the thought of him being attracted to you looking so homey makes him seem like a true domestic fool in love.

It also scares him even more how those times are the only times he’d begun to realize and process those feelings properly, because he’d been feeling them for so long before he’d begun to take notice of it.

Wooyoung had always thought you were pretty, and decent, too― that’s what he always says as a response to people telling him that you’re gorgeous or cute, or anything of the like.

It’s not like he’s lying though― yes, he does find you attractive, but a few years before, you were the type of attractive that was “not just for him”. His compliments directed towards you are always genuine; it has always been, but of course he’d cover that up with some sort of statement that would have been seen or deemed as offensive if he isn’t your best friend.

Wooyoung always liked showing affection, but always mischievously if not one in sadder days. And so it has been bugging him, for quite a long time now really, why he seems to be so disturbed over your presence and why it gets harder and harder for him to get the additional teasing statements out that normally followed his compliments without some offensive stuttering.

Or without averting his gaze.

Or hesitant eye contact.

Or an erratic heartbeat.

For him, it’s frustrating, really, because he isn’t as dumb as he hopes he would be and he knows exactly what it means.

“Well, how do I look?” Your voice snaps him out from his daze, and if not for the littlest bit of sanity left in him, he would have choked on his drink again. Thankfully, he doesn’t, but now you’re standing in front of him in all your glowing glory, which makes it harder for him to compose himself. It must be hilarious, he thinks, that you’re awfully oblivious to his twitchy and jumpy attitude— even twisting and turning to show off the outfit that you’ve planned solely for this trip weeks prior.

And it pains him how you look absolutely, breathtakingly, gorgeous in it.

Wooyoung hums, pretending to attentively look at you for a moment before leaning back into the bench, swinging his arm to rest against the backrest as he frowns up at you. “Like Chewbacca in a summer outfit.”

At his reply, your smile drops and you glare at him, though it’s rather lighthearted. Clicking your tongue, you roll your eyes at him before toying with the sleeves of your clothes, examining your outfit again.

“Come on, Wooyoung, they don’t look bad! In fact― oh my fucking god, you must be kidding me,” San manages to choke out after looking up from playing a game on his phone, blinking in rapid succession as he looks up at you with wide eyes. “You’re so pretty though?”

“Hey, I never said Chewbacca looked bad,” Wooyoung clicks his tongue, turning his head to look at San, who’s setting his phone and drink aside to approach you. “It’s you who insinuated some negative note on my statement and made it some sort of Chewbacca slander.”

Wooyoung’s gaze absentmindedly follows yours and San’s movement as he speaks. San holds your hand and helps you twirl around, a bright smile gracing your face at the attention you were getting from the man.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You reply with an exaggerated flick of your foot as you twirl once more, causing crumbs of sand to purposefully hit Wooyoung, who jerks back in shock with a scrunched face. Your laughter echoes in his ear, and he opens his eyes, looking at you with some kind of fiery determination that sends you laughing even harder.

“You little―”

Wooyoung stands on his feet and grabs a handful of sand, chucking it to you as some sort of retaliation. A shriek leaves your lips and you dodge his hits by running around before you begin engaging into some hilariously intense sand battle; laughs and shrieks filling the open area as it steals much of the attention from the people around.

“You scoundrels! Look, my smoothie is full of sand― get a damn room already!” San whines, dodging the crumbs of sand that come his way while frowning down at his wasted drink. He wastes no time in grabbing Wooyoung’s drink though, making sure it’s sand-free before consuming it instead.

Continuing your little play-fight, the laughter increases, though you get closer and closer to the shore. And just as you’re planning to fight him with seawater instead, bits of the sand that he chucks your way manages to enter your eye, so you halt on your spot with a wince.

“Ow,”

Wooyoung takes a few moments to examine you from far away, watching you blink and rub your eyes before realizing that you’re actually serious, so he quickly jogs over while trying to bite back a guilty laugh.

“Let me see,” He snorts as he approaches, the small cold waves of water by the shore lightly hitting your feet, making you stumble a bit. Wooyoung’s quick to hold you close though, and he gently takes a hold of your chin.

“Stop rubbing your eyes! It’ll get worse,” He laughs, swatting your hand away, and you try to pry them open but ultimately fail upon feeling the sting as the (unfortunately) salty air hits your eyes. Wooyoung tells you to stay still just as he puts his hands on either side of your cheek; and when you just stand there, closing your eyes and not fighting him back, it’s like a bucket of ice water is dumped onto him.

Your eyes are shut close, steady breaths coming out of your nostrils as you wait for him to touch you. Before he could move, though, your hands find his button up shirt, clutching and bunching up the cloth to balance yourself with your vision blocked. Wooyoung looks at you again, this time, his gaze fixated on your lips— that’s become so, so appealing and inviting to him that he feels his breath choke high up his throat.

“What are you doing? Hurry up, stupid!” You scold, bringing your hand up to blindly strangle him (which results in you accidentally poking his eye), and he stumbles a bit with a laugh, rubbing it before blinking the momentary sting away.

Mentally, he’s already swatting and hitting and cursing himself for dazing out and thinking about kissing you― not directly, but still implied― because god, he’s literally being so weird he couldn’t take it, but it happened at the wrong time too, and he’s so fucked if any of the other boys were paying attention to him and realized how fishy he’s been acting. So, he clears his throat and gently takes your face in his hands once more, gently prying your eye open before blowing onto it.

“Why do you both hate each other so much?” Yunho’s voice comes from an adjacent spot as he chuckles, watching you both with much fondness with the others trailing behind him. Wooyoung snorts as a response, glancing scarcely at their direction whilst he cups your face and tries to pry your eyes open again, a cheeky grin adorning his lips.

“We don’t hate each other, we’re offensive soulmates. We’re used to it.” He mumbles before turning back to you.

After Wooyoung blows a gush of air onto it in a weak attempt to make the foreign object go away, you begin to open your eyes and slowly blink in rapid succession to adjust your vision. Your hands then unknowingly come up to hold Wooyoung’s that are still resting on the sides of your cheeks. The first thing that you see is Wooyoung’s face― his annoyingly handsome face at that― and you’re about to throw a jesting insult at him about it, but you see this charmed look in his orbs first, that the words get choked in your throat, unable to come out for some reason.

Wooyoung blinks, hands frozen while his shoulders are clearly tense, and his eyes trace a line from your eyes, to your nose, to the plump of your lips before the lump on his throat bobs up and down when he visibly gulps. Feeling a surge of panic from the sudden silence, he pulls his hands from your face then awkwardly shoves them inside his pockets instead.

“Now, now,” Hongjoong claps, a lop-sided grin tugging onto one corner of his lips as he catches everyone’s attention. He bites back a laugh when Wooyoung’s head snaps to his direction a little too fast in a poor attempt to feign attentiveness in the awkward atmosphere.

Because Jung Wooyoung is everything but attentive, especially when it comes to Hongjoong.

“Everybody hasten up! Let’s start the campfire.”

Mingi had been squished flatter than a pancake halfway through the sunset campfire.

He had been the scapegoat for the group’s games this time; twenty minutes into the game, and they’ve managed to have him take seventeen shots, which, apparently, is more than he could handle to make it through the night. Everybody seemed to be having their own fun even though nobody actually really got to play truth or dare― because fooling around in the spur of the moment seemed to be more appealing to everybody than the desire to play the, what San liked to call, “oldfangled and mainstream” game of truth or dare― many things had happened and the newfound comfort of just doing whatever seemed to be relaxing.

Wooyoung had thanked the heavens and around probably fifty two celestial beings for that, because had they played truth or dare with the boost of alcohol, he would surely be fucked.

Thankfully, everyone’s so distracted, because everything is fun when you’re tipsy or drunk.

Seonghwa had managed to bring in some new friends for everybody; some people he’d met alone near the floating bar. There was one girl though, who Seonghwa really seemed to especially like; bringing a very huge smile to his face the moment she did so much as laugh.

Hongjoong noticed this, of course— patting Seonghwa’s back and encouraging him to make a move, knowing if he did, he’ll have the whole cottage room to himself tonight.

Right across you, Jongho is singing along to a song he slightly messes up out of being drunk, though his voice is as lovely as ever as he leads the whole group to jam. Yunho is play-fighting hand cobra with Yeosang right beside Jongho, while San and Wooyoung chats about something you couldn’t make out or hear, but it doesn’t matter.

At least he’s distracted enough to not know how good you think he looks in his gray silk button-up with its long sleeves messily rolled to his elbows.

On either side of you sits Ryujin and Lia, the friends of Seonghwa’s “friend”, whom you’ve grown close to within the first five minutes Seonghwa had introduced them to the group. The rest of your circle of friends scattered messily across you, especially Mingi who is sprawled out cheek-flat onto the sand while a grimacing Hongjoong tries to tug him back to his seat on the log, saying it’s not his bed and that he might be lying above the home of tiny crablets― which is quick enough to make him spring up and clumsily sit back up.

From the other end, Wooyoung sits with his elbows propped on his knees, the sound of faint laughter and chatter blurring around him; San’s words slowly becoming inaudible when he catches sight of you again. You’ve been watching everybody laugh and have fun for the most time― occasionally chatting with the girls.

“Wooyoung, can you― hic― hand me some salted nuts?” Jongho pleads, which ultimately distracts him from his reverie, but he snorts and reaches over to grab the pack of nuts from the snack tray near him anyway.

From the corner of Wooyoung’s eye, he sees Lia and Ryujin whisper something to you before slipping out of their seats, heading together somewhere along the area. The sight of you sitting alone makes Wooyoung take a final sip from his drink before pushing himself to stand, taking the packs of salted nuts that Jongho had asked him for along with him.

“Hey! My salted nuts―”

“Managed to save you some before Jongho could hog them to himself,” Wooyoung mumbles, waving the packs around as he approaches you. Immediately, you snort and chuckle, seeing the rather mischievous smile on his lips while he weaves his way through the others’ horseplay.

“What a superhero,” You jest, leaning slightly to the side to peek behind him, only to see poor little Jongho struggling to crawl towards the snack tray, clumsily grabbing whatever snack he could see while a ‘stupid wooyoung’ falls off of his lips. Chuckling, you shake your head just as Wooyoung takes what used to be Ryujin’s seat just beside you. He opens his palm upward, showcasing the snack for you to take, quirking a brow when you give him a once-over.

“Thanks.” You say, slamming your hand atop his in an attempt to grab the snack, though Wooyoung’s hand tenses up, and you both lift your gazes to meet each other in the eye. For a moment, there’s nothing but silence, silence, and a little more silence before you begin to snort, and Wooyoung finally bursts into a fit of laughter.

“Since when were your hands this tiny?!” He almost shrieks, laughing his ass off once more before setting the pack of salted nuts aside to compare your hands. The sight of your hand, almost an inch shorter than his, makes you groan and roll your eyes with a smile.

“It’s not tiny! It’s just smaller than yours.”

“That counts!” He shakes his head, clearly finding amusement in the situation. Wooyoung’s gaze flickers momentarily to your face, then back to your touching hands, and his smile slowly fades as soon as he feels the tip of your skin gently sliding down to his palm. Before you could completely let your hand fall back down on your lap, Wooyoung’s fingers bend to enclose around yours, feeling and rubbing them slightly.

“Your hands are so cold though.” He gulps, continuing his miniscule actions as your fingers slowly wrap around his thumb with how he’s rubbing friction onto them. Wooyoung brings your tangled hands down to his lap before he takes your other hand, then tugging them up to his lips to blow on them.

There, you take notice of how his lashes flutter prettily against his cheek, how the point of his nose perfectly compliments the natural pout of his plump lips. He’s so effortlessly beautiful, as much as you hate to admit it, and he’s got your stomach turning into that of a zoo.

Wooyoung is handsome― he always has been, but you’ve never really seen him in the same light, or at least you think you didn’t. Or you don’t want to. Or you didn’t― or whatever. Just as if he hears bits of your thoughts, he lifts his gaze, staring at you from below his lashes before he raises a brow at you out of faux intrigue.

“What, are you immune to this huge ass campfire?”

Instantly, you find yourself shrugging, and though Wooyoung returns a little snort, it suddenly becomes awkward― not because you’re looking at each other with some hidden fondness, but because it suddenly becomes silent.

“Oh my god,” It’s Yeosang who speaks first and breaks the silence with a groan that makes you both turn to the others, who are already silently staring at you and Wooyoung out of intrigue. A small chuckle erupts from Yeosang and he shakes his head right after taking one single glance at your hands, then saying before he takes a sip from his drink, “You guys might as well just kiss.”

You feel Wooyoung’s hand twitch in yours, making you snap out of your trance and slowly pull your hands away from his. Inwardly, you try to assess his reaction but then produce to cuss yourself for letting your obvious awkwardness slip― not even bothering to respond to Yeosang with an ‘ew’ or a mere ‘yuck’ just to save yourself some embarrassment for being unreasonably awkward. But it comes even more as a surprise as Wooyoung doesn’t even bother to throw a snide remark back, because he always does it, and there’s absolutely no reason for him to be embarrassed.

He even kisses your cheek in front of the others most of the time, just like he does with them— Yeosang’s words were nothing compared to that very public act of affection he displays in the daily, so why did it seem to weigh a lot this time?

But it’s really because Wooyoung’s brain is somewhere else, his remaining sanity prompting him to think of reasons as to why you pulled your hand away. Should he have said something to block Yeosang from making you feel embarrassed? Were you offended that at that moment, you were sort of linked to him for a bit? Or worse, did you not want to kiss him?

“But please, not in front of us.” Hongjoong kids, snapping Wooyoung out of his reverie as he gives you both a rather teasing grin just as he throws a chip into his mouth. The others pay no mind to it― at least not really, just a little laugh here and there almost as if they’re… expecting it to happen.

Eventually.

“Guys, I think the live band is starting―” Mingi groans, and his excitement for the live band (that he’s been looking forward to since forever) seems to overpower his drunk state as he’s the first to hear the subtle beating of the adjacent drums whilst it’s being tested. Hongjoong, being a musically-inclined person himself, is obviously excited as well as he quickly begins asking the others to pack up and gather their own trash to throw in proper waste bins before leaving to the stage.

Thanks to Mingi’s incredible sharpness, you manage to secure spots near the front before people could crowd, which means you must make the most out of the experience. It doesn’t take more than five minutes and the band begins playing a series of pop songs to hype the energy of the crowd; the night is still young and yet to be enjoyed. Yunho’s the first to bump your side with his butt in an attempt to get you to dance, and in no time, you’re already grooving around with him like drunken fools. But it’s really just his energy that powers you to move around even when you’ve been too shy minutes prior; and you’re thankful for his existence.

You manage to spend time with each of your friends for every oncoming set of songs, and you think there’s nothing that can top the time and energy that you spend tirelessly. The band did a good job at starting and maintaining and then boosting the energy of the crowd from the start; from an exciting pop and reggae to a relaxing r&b. But as they near the peak of the night, the songs begin to reduce to calmer ones, the crowd growing as equally relaxed as they’re given time to recover from the fatigue that they just spent jumping around.

Just as you regain consciousness of what’s happening around you, snapping out from what seemed like a dream, you notice that Mingi is slightly dying near the left side of all the mingling bodies, not literally though― as he seemed to be a little too drunk after he’d continuously headbanged and drank and danced around to all the pop songs played earlier. Yunho is trying to tend to him though, trying to get him to stand up only to be as equally tired and shitfaced drunk as the other male is. You see Yeosang approaching the two of them, trying to get them out of the mingling bodies to the empty space just near the side, because if he doesn’t do that then they’ll obviously get stepped on sooner or later when they finally fall face-flat on the sand.

Jongho on the other hand somehow managed to find his way on the stage, singing along with the original singer for a duet; Seonghwa is in an adjacent corner cheering Jongho on before turning to look at his fling sweetly, who’s cuddled to his side. Hongjoong is in the front row, holding up a digital camera to film Jongho like a proud stage mother as he sings on stage.

“y/n!” Somebody calls, and from the sound of their voice, they come from behind, so you turn. But before you could face the owner of the strained voice, smoke blows out from the pair of smoke machines on the stage. The bright lights reduce to a dim tone, and you squint to make the figure out emerging from the smoke.

Bright eyes, plump lips, exposed chest...

Wooyoung.

“There you are, I’ve been looking for you,” He says, a relieved sigh escaping his lips before he reaches up to ruffle your hair.

“Hey,” Chuckling, you let the greeting roll smoothly off of your tongue right before playfully swatting his hand away. He submits to it, pulling his hand before shoving it inside of his pockets.

Before he could say anything else, the bright lights reduce to a dim tone, the music shifts, and you both barely get to hear the words the singer utters before you’re looking around, baffled, seeing how people are suddenly facing each other in pairs instead of facing the stage. Wooyoung catches the word “romantic” only, and his eyes widen just as he swears he feels his heart leap from his chest.

Is the universe really toying with him on purpose? Because as far as he was concerned, he looked for you in hopes of jumping along to that one Justin Timberlake song, but now that he’s found you, he’s bound to share a rather intimate moment with you under this makeshift romantic atmosphere.

It would have been better, had he been alone. He could have settled at the back, leaned against a tall table and watched everybody kiss in front of him; he honestly couldn’t care less. But now, his friends are too far away, dancing with each other, cuddling with some people they barely know, or are just busy puking somewhere near the shore.

As if to make things worse, you’re standing right next to him, as stiff as a pole as you both face the stage; the people couples surrounding you either kissing or hugging to the fucking death to this Madonna love song. He figures he’d better be off drunk than to stand awkwardly right beside you, but he isn’t, and nor are you.

So you both continue to stand there, listening to the singer on stage.

A little awkwardly, you begin swaying along to the song― just because you don’t want to look too stiff or weird, so Wooyoung does the same.

But of course, something just has to happen; and your hand just has to accidentally brush against Wooyoung’s, like any other romantic cliche. It happens once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Again, for the fourth time.

And going five.

With how often it’s happening, you begin to think that maybe Wooyung’s teasing again, so you steal a glance at him from your peripheral vision.

But your heart practically jumps to your throat when you see that he’s already looking.

Wooyoung clears his throat as you turn your head to him. “Nice song, huh?”

“Oh. Yeah,” You say, then it goes silent again, so you try to speak up again by saying, “It’s Madonna, after all.”

Thankfully, Wooyoung chuckles– the very single act that made you feel a little relaxed under the rather tense atmosphere.

“God, Seonghwa is actually ridiculous for finding a fling on the first day of our trip. But then again, it doesn’t really matter when he’s snuggling close with somebody while we’re just standing here, does it?” He manages to let out an actually believable chuckle to cover the underlying uncertainty of his voice.

“True,” An airy chuckle leaves your lips as you turn to Seonghwa’s direction, watching him hold the girl close to his chest while the song plays. You look back at Wooyoung and nudge his arm with your elbow. “Well I guess it’s not that bad because you’re as lonely as I am.”

And you regret it immediately the second your words leave your lips because, what is that even supposed to mean? Wooyoung doesn’t respond as you hoped he would, though― he only snorts at you instead of taking offense and playfully fighting you to the end, like he usually would, but you think it’s better than him being all serious about it... probably.

There’s silence again, though you see Wooyoung gulp and inhale and exhale as if to calm himself down for some reason, so, feeling a strange surge of courage surge through you— with him seemingly as nervous as you are— you turn to him.

“Hey—”

“Woo—”

Your words come out in unison.

Wooyoung beats you to it and jerks his chin towards you, saying, “You go first.”

Then your confidence deflates.

Fumbling slightly with your fingers, the moment heightens all the more when the instrumental starts playing and there’s a higher chance of Wooyoung hearing what you have to say. How crazy can you be, feeling all confident and then backing away in a split second? But that’s maybe because he has something equally important to tell you and what if it’s that he has a lover? Or a crush? Or something that might embarrass you if you speak first? But after gnawing on your bottom lip for a couple of seconds, gaze dropped to the floor out of worry and anxiousness, you finally decide to just let the gods have their way with your life, as long as you get this weight off of your chest. So you huff and say,

“This thing… do you feel it… too?”

―then beat yourself up for the question because, just what is that supposed to mean? As vague as it is obvious, you hope Wooyoung doesn’t really catch what you mean to ask, but somehow you also do.

“What thing?” Is what Wooyoung says though, and it takes you two seconds long to process it, that he manages to add, “Oh, your sweaty hands?” before you could say anything else.

Just like that, your widened eyes reduce to a slant, deadpanning and glaring at him for his hilarious response. It’s supposed to make you laugh, and you are supposed to laugh because he might be oblivious and you have to cover it up.

But you don’t.

Instead, you murmur a small “Nevermind,” before turning away to face the stage again, refusing to believe you just made a fool of yourself in front of your own best friend, and maybe, crush. But it’s better than to have openly expressed your feelings and then getting turned down, isn’t it?

“y/n,” Wooyoung calls, his voice airy as if he’s about to laugh at you in the most hilarious way he possibly can, so you don’t turn to him. But being the overly persistent man he is, of course he continues poking on your arm, to which you dodge by clicking your tongue and moving away.

“Shut up, Wooyoung. I can’t hear the song.” You say, which is an ultimately lame excuse because the large speakers that blast the singer’s voice are tenfold louder than Wooyoung; but this embarrassment of yours causes a smile to tug onto the corners of his lips.Wooyoung coughs into his enclosed fist in an attempt to clear his throat, bottom lip getting caught in between his teeth as he tries to bite back a smile.

One moment, you feel as though your heart dropped to your stomach, and then the next, you feel it rise up to your throat. It’s there and suddenly you can’t get words to come out of your lips because you feel Jung Wooyoung standing behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist whilst his cheek rests almost next to yours.

What I’m dying to say is that I’m crazy for you,

Touch me once and you’ll know it’s true

He sings the lyrics into your ear, and the singer’s voice seems to fade in the background because nothing is more heavenly than Wooyoung’s voice. Too stunned to move or even utter a word, you stand there, frozen in his arms while he begins to sway your bodies slowly. Then, your hand slowly finds its way atop his arm; and Wooyoung expects you to pull his arm away, but you don’t.

You don’t tell him you feel his heartbeat speed up from your back.

I never wanted anyone like this,

It’s all brand new

Wooyoung spins you around, then gently takes a hold of your hand, slender fingers wrapping around your wrist just as he tugs it upward. The feeling of his skin on yours once more makes you lift your gaze to meet his eyes, and you catch him watching you with fondness in his gaze. His eyes flicker down once more to your free hand, and he does the same to it, now holding both of your hands before he brings it up to his shoulders, swiftly sliding closer to you, your fingers now subtly touching behind his neck.

Wooyoung’s gaze becomes rather shy as he lifts his gaze to meet yours once more, a small smile tugging on his lips as he places his hand cautiously on your waist. What’s annoyingly weird is that he’d done it so many times before— placing his hands there when he’s moving past you, on crowded parties, on formal dinners, or even stupid prom nights— but this time, there seems to be something different with the way you’re touching each other; like it feels more intimate and just… more.

With a gulp, you move closer to him and avoid his gaze. But Wooyoung is just determined to have you melt into a puddle as soon as possible because in a millisecond, he’s gently taking a hold of your chin, lifting it up, only to place his forehead against yours.

Your eyes dilate at the sight of Wooyoung so close to you― his lips just mere inches from yours. It’s the first time you’ve been this intimately close with him in such an intimidating atmosphere, but you like it. You really do.

His eyes are closed, and he continues to enjoy the moment— humming to the song— which stretches your lips into a smile. As soon as you close your eyes as well, however, Wooyoung blinks his eyes open, and it’s his turn to adore the tranquil look on your face. His chest rumbles with the chuckles he’s letting out, and you open your eyes before slightly pulling away to look at him.

“What?” You ask, but Wooyoung only shakes his head with a smile that almost reaches his ears. Then, he inhales a breath of courage before lifting one hand to tuck stray strands of hair behind your ear. His soft gaze lingers momentarily on your lips before it trails up to your nose, and then your eyes. Then, he cups your face again, his fingers sliding against your cheek, the underside of your jaw, and your neck as he lets out a shaky breath.

You sense the nervousness in his slightly trembling fingers, in his breath, and in the look in his eyes. And so when he couldn’t bring the words to come out of his mouth, as much as he so desperately wants to ask if he can, you begin leaning into his touch. The action alone makes Wooyoung relax, and just as he’s quickly cupping your face with now both of his hands―

“Wooyoooounggg!”

San’s nearing voice makes you and Wooyoung jump away from each other, fast, that it even makes you both accidentally bump into the people snuggling an arm’s length from behind where you previously stood. After muttering soft apologies to the couples for ruining such a sweet moment— to which they only seem to disregard as they’re too into the mood— you and Wooyoung inhale shaky breaths, stealing awkward glances at each other just as you turn to face the stage again while Wooyoung feels San’s arm wrap around his shoulders. Unconsciously, the overly excited boy jumps around on his spot, shaking Wooyoung’s shoulders just as he turns to San with an expression he fails to read out of drunkenness.

“Wooyoung! Wooyoung, I think I’m finally going to get a girlfriend—”

“San,” Wooyoung deadpans, pursing his lips slightly to convey a contained and restrained look before lowering his voice to whisper, “I think what you’re about to get is a black eye from me.”

“If we want to be able to stick to our itinerary for tomorrow, we all have to wake up on time despite staying up late, so don’t fool around too much and go to bed as soon as you can, please.”

“How about you take your own advice? Don’t stay up too late frolicking—” Wooyoung playfully chirps back, only jolting and backing away a bit when the older male turns around and threatens to run over and get him under his chokehold. But Seonghwa couldn’t afford to ruin his rather blissful night; not when he’d obviously had the time of his life only to have the mood tumbling down because Wooyoung can’t shut up.

It happens a lot though, and at this point it’s even a regular thing that neither of them pay much attention to it. Everyone continues walking lazily, some even moving a little too slowly towards your respective cottages— like you and Wooyoung, who remains a few meters behind. Although he’s not walking right next to you, he takes careful steps, obviously wanting to match your pace as you slowly drag your feet through the sand.

The familiar cottages come to view, and the others begin racing each other to their rooms. Just as you’re about to run along, Wooyoung grabs a hold of your arm, your name leaving his lips airily.

He licks his lips and heaves a breath, hands slipping into his pockets as you turn to look at him. The air is cold and strong, making you shift closer to your best friend to at least feel his warmth.

“What is it, Woo?”

Throughout the years you’ve known Wooyoung, he’s confident, noisy, (a little?) annoying, and hyperactive. To see him so shy and nervous especially around you is something out of the ordinary, which is why you know something’s really amiss and that it wasn’t just the alcohol talking. Wooyoung’s tongue pokes at his cheek as he begins gently kicking sand to ease the pooling anxiety in his chest.

“About a while ago,” He pauses to gulp, and then there’s silence as he tries to search for his words. When they don’t come, you try to cover it up just in case he regrets speaking about it.

“Oh, don’t get too worked up about it, I’m sure we just got a little carried away.”

You even chuckle a bit after saying it, because you assumed everything that transpired was to be left at that, but Wooyoung’s eyes are glossy as he lifts his gaze from his feet to meet yours.

“You think so?”

You blink, “You don’t?”

Silence.

“I gues… I… Maybe you’re right,” Wooyoung says after a few more seconds of silence, catching his lower lip in between his teeth as he stares into blank space for a bit, right before making eye contact with you― a little bravely this time. “But I just want to let you know that it wasn’t entirely nothing for me.”

There’s silence, again, but it’s because Wooyoung allows you to recuperate for a bit so that you can listen intently to what he’s about to say.

“It’s been going on for a long while now, really, and I think we both know it. This… thing between us, the thing you asked me about a while ago? Yes, I feel it. I really do. And it's driving me crazy because I want to do something about it. I want it. I want—” He sighs, “I want you.”

Heavy breathing.

“I think I’m crazy for you,” Wooyoung says, the sigh that escapes his lips this time resembling much that of relief; as if some weight is loaded off of his chest and he’d successfully gotten the words he’d longed to say out of his lips.

“It’s not even because you wore something that’s so different from what you usually wear; it’s not even because I’m a hopeless romantic and I felt so lonely in the sea of couples while a live band sings a ridiculous love song. It’s not because of that stupid makeshift romantic atmosphere that I got carried away.” Wooyoung takes a hesitant step closer to you, but you don’t back away— lost in the sea of emotions in his eyes.

“But from the very start, I’d already thought of you. I already wanted to spend every moment with you and it’s fucking ridiculous because I don’t want to just stand next to you, cheer you on like how best friends do. I want— I want to cheer you on, hug you, and kiss you, and shower you with all the love that I have for you but as somebody more because everyday, I think of you. Of course I do, I’m your best friend, but you’ve been crossing my mind so much these days that it’s driving me crazy— you’ve been staying in my mind like crazy as if it’s your home— and I tell you that I love you everyday but I don’t mean it jokingly or halfheartedly anymore, I don’t feel like you understand my I love yous the way I really, genuinely, sincerely, love you. Yes, it’s that deep, and I know I’m rambling and not making a lot of sense but I’m being as honest as I can, and I just really want to get this off of my chest because there’s no other way I can express it. If not for San, Choi fucking San, maybe I’d be rambling less because we’d either be awkward with each other, I’d be rejected or maybe you’d feel the same, but I’m not saying you should—”

“My god, Jung Wooyoung,” Wooyoung watches you rub your temples using your thumb and middle finger before letting your hand dangle back to your sides. A small quirk is visible at one corner of your lips as you snort at him, saying, “Did somebody ever tell you that you talk too much?”

Wooyoung winces slightly, left eye twitching before he licks his lips and looks around aimlessly.

“You all do,” He shoves his hands inside his pockets, a hesitant look written across his face as he awkwardly meets your eyes again.

“Well then―”

“Let me guess,” He sighs, shutting his eyes just as he nods his head in understanding. “I should shut up?”

“Yeah. You should shut up,” A pause, and with his eyes closed, he doesn’t see the grin on your lips that you try to bite back. “And just kiss me.”

Wooyoung’s head snaps up as he whispers a stunned, “What?” that makes you chuckle, and you shrug and sigh just as he looks at you expectantly.

“To cut the drama to the chase, I feel the same way, Woo.” Is how you explain it to him subtly, right before reaching over to punch his chest playfully as you say, “Do you even know how hard it is to get you out of my head—”

Wooyoung takes large steps towards you, ready to dive in to capture your lips into a kiss― just what he’s been a little too slow at doing a little while ago. But just as he’s cupping your jaw with his one hand, the other settled on your waist to pull you close—

“Wooyoung, what’s taking you so long? I want to ramble to you about my— Oh hey, y/n!”

San’s voice almost echoes in the open, and with how he sounds, he’s a little oblivious to what’s about to happen in front of him even when you and Wooyoung are pressed unusually close to each other. And at the sound of his voice— his second interruption for tonight— Wooyoung groans, turning his head to his friend and giving him a wide-eyed look of warning.

But when San’s brows only raise as a response, Wooyoung decides to hold up a palm to him, telling him to stop and wait for a moment.

The poor stunned boy only becomes twice as stunned as soon as he sees Wooyoung lean in and capture your lips into a kiss, and you’re pretty sure he’s drowning in surprise when you begin to kiss Wooyoung back. As soon as your lips begin moving gently against his, Wooyoung grins into the kiss, and he retracts his hand after hearing San’s silence, knowing he’d successfully taken the hint.

Little footsteps pad away— which must be San escaping the scene— and it’s either he gets to his cottage, traumatized that he shuts up about it or so shocked he’ll tell the others to come out and see what’s happening. But without much care about whatever San might do, Wooyoung lifts a hand to cup your jaw instead, tilting his head to kiss you again, the kiss deepening even in the midst of small laughter and clashing teeth and swollen lips.

You don’t know how long you’ve been kissing for, but you wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

Wooyoung’s lips are like soft cushions that press ever-so-gently yet passionately against yours— way better than how you’d imagined it, that it makes you melt under his touch. He smiles into the kiss again, making a smile appear on your lips as well, and you laugh and kiss and then laugh again, until your noses are gently nuzzling against each other and your lips are hovering above each other’s mouths.

“Fuck, you really make me go crazy, do you know that?” Wooyoung mumbles against your lips, his eyes producing a faint glimmer of what anybody could only recognize as love. You slide your hands from the back of his neck, down to his shoulders, then to his chest, and you feel the terrible pounding of his heart atop his clothed chest. Chuckling, you sneak a soft kiss on his lips again just before pulling away slightly to place your forehead against his.

“Just one touch and I already know it’s true, Woo. If that's what you're worried about, just know that I'm crazy for you, too.” Cocking your head to the side, it's Wooyoung's turn to feel flustered. “Hard not to be when you're this sexy.”

“Oh you—”

Hongjoong's voice rips through the air. “Fuck inside your room, not out there, for goodness sake!”

KIA'S NOTE: another repost from my old acc! i want to know what you think, lmk through my asks or through the tags! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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simplyreveries · 4 months

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hiii !! i've been reading your works lately and i wanted to tell you that they're amazing ^__^ i'm so glad that requests are open :DD

can i request vil or leona playing online fashion design games with mc? thank you!!

why not both 😼!!

vil schoenheit

he doesn't indulge in videogames… like at all. he does hear a lot about them from idia from time to time or when he’s active online on some social media site like magicam. but vil cannot help but wonder why as of recently you’ve been glued to your phone- seemingly putting all your attention on it. out of curiosity, he takes a look and sees you dressing up some virtual character and he's intrigued.

when you tell him about the game, you're playing he’s muuuch more interested now knowing it's all about fashion. vil watches you play for a while, peering over your shoulder and has a concentrated look on his face… he seems to be taking this game way too seriously. he’ll tell you what to put on your little avatar, but he puts too much thought into it. you're going to have to be patient while he thinks carefully to himself how you should decorate yourself “no no… choose the burgundy color instead, it’ll match your shoes better.” just take the phone at this point vil.

genuinely takes it personally when you're playing competitively with other people, and they score better than yours and his choices?? like?? i just know vil drags them behind the screen in disbelief. or you’ll hear him mumble in irritation something like “…his outfit was utterly repulsive.” ITS A GAMEE?? you better move the phone out of his reach as soon as he tries typing.

leona kingscholar

the only time he has played a videogame canonically was like one time on a computer to play chess when he was bored…. he literally has like zero interested in doing those kinds of things. he probably would lazily watch to see what could possibly be taking up your time. (he’s grumpy you're not paying attention to him but whatever….). he moves to take you into his arms and attempt a nap only to take a look… and he's so confused at what he sees on your screen.

he silently watches you play for a while as he tiredly lays against you. he proceeds to get even more confused when you start to explain it to him. he doesn't understand the point, why don’t you just get all dressed up… in real life? he’ll let out some low laugh and say that it seems stupid to him. but nevertheless, he still quietly watches you as you go about playing.

soon enough every once in a while, you’ll start to hear him mutter something like “why did you choose that…” or “that would match the theme better” hahaha. if you beg enough, you can convince him to try one game and he surprisingly did well… but died inside when he got 2nd place and never played it after. he only continues to watch you now.

#ty!#twst #disney twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twst wonderland #twst imagines #twisted wonderland #vil x reader #leona x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #vil schoenheit #leona kingscholar

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hopesangelsprite · 6 months

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Illumi HCs I feel No One Else Has

(btw why does it look like he's about to put in work on a bi- nvm 💀)

Illumi is deffo either a genius or really good at hiding the fact that he has zero thoughts behind his eyes-

has a rock hyper fixation (istg he's a literal penguin give him a pebble and he'll be satisfied)

when he's in a silly goofy mood, he's in a silly goofy mood and there's no limit to the number of shenanigans he'll get into

He's definitely pulled some of the wildest pranks you've ever seen when he feels like it

He's a biter. That's it, he will definitely nibble on you when cuddling (and will bite at random times simply bc he could).

Will sit in your lap when he wants your full attention.

Has no gauge of his strength bc he's always around strong mfs

Therefore, him getting his licks back are horrendous-

Ass or boobs? Thighs. He's a thigh man for sure (but yeah ass too lol)

Will and has used common phrases you say to relate more to you so expect random slang terms

Is a fashion icon with zero filter so expect heavy criticism "There's no way you'll be seen with me looking like... whatever that is." "You tacky little shit- Go change immediately." "I've never wanted to kms, but your outfits are making me reconsider..."

Has a potty mouth and has definitely called both Hisoka and Chrollo "bitch", "fuck boy", and "hoe" on several occasions

Is the perfect driver but prefers to drive like a bat outta hell for the aesthetic (also bc he and the speed limit don't see eye to eye)

Will sometimes grin and release a little bloodlust to spook you

Is very babygirl and girly pop but hates it when you call him either of those.

When he's away on longer missions, he'll horde gifts he's bought for you to have unboxing days when he gets back

Keeps his nails long bc he likes the look (manipulates them to be shorter for... extracurricular activities 😉)

Color coordinates your outfits when y'all go out so everyone knows you're with him

Not big on PDA but won't let you out of his grip when behind closed doors

Is INCREDIBLY touched starved and has to have a hand on you when you nap together (mostly your chest and crotch idk why idk idk idk)

Remember when I said he was an ass man? And when I said he doesn't know his strength? Yeah, he'll smack your ass and damn near send you flying AND THE MF FINDS YOUR PAIN FUNNY

Most definitely a sadist. End of discussion.

Has broken several beds of yours during extracurricular activities.

Favorite petnames for you: wife, my love, liege, little thing.

Favorite petnames from you: pretty boy, lover boy, doll, honey.

Often when you think he's staring he's actually thinking about the most random shit known to mankind-

[END of pt. 1]

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yandere-wishes · 6 months

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Okay so not an ask more of a Headcanon based on observation and the character he is based on, but I see Honest Fellow as someone who would both idolize/emulate and resent the rich. By his design his clothes, while they pay homage to Honest John with the patchwork pantleg and the misding pinky tip on his one glove seem very well-kempt, on top of that his hat and cane are practically emaculate that cane alone couldn't have been cheap though I wouldn't put it passed the sly fox man to have either swindled someone out of it or stole it from them outright. Point is I'm getting wants to be a rich man but hates the rich people vibes.

All of that is set-up for my headcanon that if he ever had a S/O you can bet he would get them jewelry and expensive clothes. Basically just adorn them in finery he had acquired through whatever means (cough, likely stolen or purchased with dirty money, cough) and proudly have them stand by his side. The thought to use them as a pretty little lure to catch even bigger fish might cross his mind, but I doubt he'd ever use them like that. Personally, I feel like he'd be to possessive to do that even if his darling wanted to help like that, after all what if he let's them go off alone and someone tries to take advantage of his poor darling? He doesn't think they're weak or foolish per say but who could protect them better than him? I think he'd have a difficult time even leaving them alone with Gidelle (only 90 percent sure I got that right), of course he trusts Gidelle, well as much as he can truly trust anyone anyway, but he's the brains of the outfit and unless he's personally by his darlings side he won't ever be truly assured something won't go wrong.

Let's say that darling isn't quite so understanding or compliant, his possessive side would certainly get worse. He can't leave them alone for one second qhat if they try and sneak off. Perhaps to save his pride he'd be a bit delusional, they're just a sweet little naive skittish thing that doesn't know any better, possibly they've never known a love as deep and unshakable as his, it's only natural there would be a learning curve for them and who better than he to teach them? I highly doubt he'd ever use physical punishments on his darling, probably doesnt like punishing them as he thinks they are just still learning, but that doesn't mean he won't find other ways to punish them if necessary. I do think if they actively tried to run he wouldn't waste a minute getting something along the lines of a necklace with a chain, something fashionable but functional as a reminder while they're learning, if that reminder isn't enough though he might go for a bejeweled pet collar and leash. If all else fails isolation in a secure location with him as their only source of human, or well beastman, contact would certainly allow them to see how much they needed each other. Whatever he has to do to make them understand it'll all be worth it later once they're settled and he can spoil them like they deserve.

TLDR: Honest Fellow would love to lavish his S/O in (possibly ill-gotten) finery and would actively and proudly show them off on his arm. Everyone can look and admire, but only he is allowed to touch.

This has got to be the most effort anyone has ever put into something they sent in my ask box!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

Okay so right off the bat let me say that YES!! This is canon I don't care what anyone says.

I can see him as "wanting what they have" but "not wanting to be them". Essentially he wants the ability to give his darling the best of everything. Yet still ultimately preserving his own "personality". Like you said Fellow hates the rich. They're insufferable, self-absorbed and loathsome, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't crave the glitz and glammer.

Now I can kinda see Fellow only really interacting with his darling at first to use her as bait. Winning her over with expensive gifts and pretty cloths (all from dirty money ofc) and sure darling does start to fall for his tricks. But here's the thing, the moment his darling begins to show the tinest interest in him Fellow FALLS HARDER!! All of a sudden he doesn't want ANYONE near his darling! Just him only him. Sooner or later his darling will start to feel suffocated, she'll be desperate to get away from him. Forsaking the pretty presents and charming "boyfriend" for just a moment of freedom. But Fellow's a sly fox, always one step ahead. He knows how to ensnare his darling before she's even run away.

Overall Fellow will lavish you, treat you like a queen, getting you anything you desire (through underhanded means) but you'll never be allowed to leave him. Forever trapped by his side on the island of pleasure…

Quick question is Fellow meant to be the same age as the third years or is he older??

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slexenskee · 7 months

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At Tea Time

Inspired by this lovely little drawing of Fuyumi and Satoru by @lwx-xx

Oneshot [Here]

He keeps reaching up to stop it from tugging at his hair, but never seems to manage much else but more tangles. He doesn’t hate having hair this long, but it sure as hell is tiresome. He has no idea how girls can stand it. It’s not even that long, just enough to graze his shoulders and irritate him every time he turns his head. No matter how much it annoys him though, he refuses to cut it. The look of rage and disgust whenever his father sees him is enough to have him put up with it.

Gojo hides a smirk of amusement. There’s no way that guy doesn’t have decades of smothered homosexual urges, with the way he gets so personally offended whenever his eldest son so much as puts a dress on.

Really, Gojo’s just doing this for his benefit. If Endeavor could just embrace his own gayness and stop with this quirk genomics scheme, they’d all be better off. He snickers into his hand. The thought of Endeavor in a dress was so hideous he almost wanted to make it into reality.

“Nii-chan,” Fuyumi whines, pulling him out of his thoughts. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, Yumi,” he replies easily, picking up his little plastic teacup. “Aren’t you supposed to pour me more tea?”

She gasps in horror at the thought of being a poor fantasy hostess, and hastily leans over to splash more juice into his cup. Gojo didn’t really mind playing tea party whenever Fuyumi asked, including dressing up in whatever outfit Fuyum insisted on for him and procuring various sweets for their game, but he drew the line at using actual tea. A four year-old was more likely to scald them both than pour tea into a cup.

Truth be told, Gojo has no idea what you’re even supposed to do during a game like this. Fuyumi seems to have a plan in mind, so he’s just winging it. Maybe it’s just his adult mentality, but it just seems awfully boring. Fuyumi just pretends to be some old-fashioned Victorian lady asking about the weather and playing at being an adult. Why would anyone want to be an adult? Gojo honestly can’t fathom it.

It’s about as weird as having a sister in general— especially now that she can talk and play games and follow him around ceaselessly. The only reason he’s even here indulging her at all is because she’d cry if he left to fuck around with the neighborhood kids.

“Do you— do you like the tea?” She stutters out, trying and failing so terribly to affect a refined, lady-like voice that he almost falls into laughter again.

“Yeah, it’s great.” He takes a sip and plays along. “Not as good as the cake though.”

He’d gone all the way to the bakery in the next neighborhood over for it. The obaa-san behind the counter had gushed over how cute it was, for a little girl to be running errands for her mother. Gojo hadn’t bothered to correct her.

Fuyumi wrinkles her little nose at him.

Gojo sighs, and affects a very snobbish voice; “Yes, ojou-sama, the cake is really quite delicious. My compliments to the chef.”

Fuyumi bursts into delighted giggles. At four years-old, she has little to no grasp on formal speech, so she instead subjects Gojo to using it at her behest. It occasionally reminds Gojo of his unfortunate true childhood as the young master of an estate, where everyone demurred to him in such a manner, but he can ignore it easily enough when he’s trussed up as a girl playing tea party to appease his little sister.

He sighs again. “May we please cut the cake now? I’m feeling rather famished.”

“Yes, of course!” Fuyumi nods eagerly. Then she stares at the cake with a perplexed expression. Gojo quickly reaches over before his four year-old sister can attempt wielding a knife.

He stops playing tea parties, and all of Fuyumi’s other favorite childish activities deemed too effeminate by his father the year after, when the man decides he’s old enough for ‘real’ training. Fuyumi’s despondent about it for weeks, but there’s really nothing Gojo can do about it. Fighting with his father over it would just cause more tension in their already untenable household, and by then Fuyumi has a willing victim in little Natsuo, who’s finally toddling around on his own.

He’s not sure why he’s remembering it all so fondly now, when at the time he’d found it all quite the chore.

Fuyumi liked all the things little girls liked; playing dress-up as princesses, playing house, making fake tea parties and playing with her assortment of dolls. Gojo had mainly been bemused and distantly fascinated by it all, having never had a little sister before, but still found indulging her to be tedious. He’d done it anyway, mainly out of pity. She’d been such a lonely kid.

“What is this?” Eri asks him curiously, holding up a very familiar teapot.

Earlier, Fuyumi had dropped off the rest of her old clothes and toys that had been squirreled up in the attic, looking rather nostalgic as she’d handed over the plastic bin to him. She’d stayed for dinner and doted endlessly on Eri, who seems to be slowly but surely warming up to her, but with work tomorrow she’d left soon after, before Gojo could even start going through the bin.

“That’s a teapot, Eri-chan. It’s for tea parties.” He crouches down next to her, rummaging through the unsorted mess of toys and clothes. “Have you ever played tea party?”

She blinks at him, brow furrowed. She slowly shakes her head.

He laughs, as he unearths one of the matching teacups from the set. “Is that so? Well, why don’t we play before bed then?”

He uses real, lukewarm chamomile tea in a half-hearted attempt to have Eri in bed at a reasonable time. This promptly proves to be a lost cause, as Eri gets terribly excited over the whole affair as he sets up a fake tea table with flowers and cake and all of Fuyumi’s fake plastic servingware, and dresses them both up in something appropriately frilly. Somehow, wearing an entire fake wig of hair is a lot less uncomfortable than a little bow. They even get the cat involved, dragging him into her room and outfitting him with a generously sized bow he immediately hates. He still has no idea what the hell you’re supposed to talk about during these little fake tea parties, so he instead just teaches her how to sing Anti-Hero. Eri loves singing along with him, even if she has no idea what she’s saying. On the downside, this means she knows far too many curse words and unknowingly sings an awful lot about sex, but on the bright side her English pronunciation is improving by leaps and bounds.

“—at tea time, everybody agrees—”

Gojo glances up as he hears the door open, smirking widely as Hawks catches sight of him and almost face plants into the carpet. It’s been a while since he’s put on his ‘Toru-chan’ look, hasn’t it?

“I stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror,”

Hawks fumbles with the door, but eventually makes it into the room with a dazed expression. He’d told the blonde he didn’t have to ring the doorbell every time he came over and could just let himself inside, yet still Hawks looks a little hesitant about whether or not he’s allowed to intrude.

Gojo winks at him and beckons him over as he finishes up his little sing along. “It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero~”

Eri’s voice trails off in an offkey warble as she looks up and sees Hawks. She’s still shy about singing in front of others.

“Hi,” he says with a smile, holding out a teacup to the winged hero. “Want some tea?”

Hawks looks a little mystified, settling down on the floor with them. “Uh— sure? What are we doing here?”

“Playing tea party, of course!” Gojo answers, cheerfully.

“Right,” Hawks agrees, taking the cup so Gojo can pour him some tepid and terribly oversteeped tea. “And… what is that, exactly?”

“Eri didn’t know either,” Gojo laments, chuckling. “Let’s just say you learn a lot of interesting things when you have a little sister.”

“Oh. Is this a game you used to play with Fuyumi-san?” Hawks trails an appraising eye down his outfit; the blatant approval in the hero’s gaze almost has him blushing a bit. “I think I like it.” He purrs.

Gojo rolls his eyes, glad the wig is covering his reddening ears. “We’re princesses. You can either join us as a princess or— or you can be the butler, I guess.”

Hawks raises a brow. “No prince charming to come and rescue you from the evil dragon?” He jerks a thumb up at Meow in the corner, the dragon in question, who looks miserable in his bowtie.

Gojo turns his nose up. “We don’t need one of those. We can save ourselves.”

Hawks laughs. “That’s how it is, huh? A butler is fine, then. Devoting my life to making sure you’re always left satisfied… I’m on board with that.”

Gojo coughs weakly into his cup. He definitely doesn’t remember his tea parties with Fuyumi leaving him this flustered.

“Just drink your goddamn tea,” he hisses at the other man, shoving a slice of cake in his direction.

Hawks snickers under his breath, but gamely complies.

lol not a Swiftie and no hate for her at all but I usually don't like her songs at all, but I recently discovered Swiftie rock/punk covers...

#fic may death never stop you #mdnsy oneshots #mdnsy art

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hoodharlow · 5 months

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Erasing Myself From the Narrative

AN: Y'all remember that angsty fic I scrapped? Well I brought it back and changed it up

Requested? No

Warnings: angst, Jack being 🤨🤨🤨, OC picking herself over Jack and smut

Word Count: 5.5k words

Luna tugged on her vintage snakeskin cowgirl boots and went to her closet for her suede beige trench coat. She grabbed her phone from its charger. She ran down the stairs when she heard the doorbell. She opened the door and threw her arms around her best friend of ten years, Jack.

"I missed you!" Luna hugged him tighter.

"I missed you too." Jack held the back of her head and his other arm was around her back, dangerously close to her ass.

"How was LA?" She asked, pulling away from the hug.

"What I should be asking you is: how was Paris?" He grinned.

Luna had been in Paris the last few weeks interviewing with Givenchy. She had informally worked with them before to make some designs for Jack’s tour outfits. But Matt Williams, the creative director, reached out to her personally and asked her to send in her portfolio.

She had a passion for fashion, Bratz pun intended. Thanks to her volleyball scholarship she was able to major in it when she went to Cornell. After graduating, she didn't have much luck finding jobs, even with her experience of working with designers and with small brands through summer internships.

"I got the job." She shrugged like it was no big deal.

"I fucking knew you would. What does the grilf think?" He asked.

The grilf was Luna’s grandmother. She was raised by her grandmother (and grandpa until he passed away a few years back) because her mom was a flight attendant and traveled a lot for work. Luna was a splitting image of her grandma from when she was in her twenties. Now at sixty, she looked just beautiful.

Jack would joke that if he was her grandma's age, he would have been able to pull her. But her abuela was never moved by his charisma and laughed in his face when he would try to flirt with her. She would tell him to go for someone closer to his age range: ei. Luna.

"I was going to tell her but I wanted to tell her in person. I was jet-lagged and slept the whole day. When I woke up, I found a note saying that she went to her book club." She explained.

For a woman in her early sixties, Abuela had a more active social calendar than Luna. Luna had friends, but she was just very cautious of her actions and didn't do anything that could lead to any life altering consequence. Unlike her mom who did whatever she wanted with no second thought, which was how she had Luna as a high school sophomore. Luna saw what being careless could do and she did everything in her power to now get caught up in any mess. So she stayed to herself as much as possible, didn't partake in drinking or smoking like some of her friends, or had one night stands. She had her hookup, Jason Peralta, but that was as laid back as she got. She was the mom-friend of the group. The one who made all her friends send their locations and did multiple rounds when they would go out to make sure no one left.

"I found out before the grilf? Wow, I feel honored." Jack grinned.

"Don't, you just happened to be here." Luna shrugged.

"Man, fuck you. I'm leaving you and watching the new M. Night Shyamalan movie by myself." He frowned.

"That's fine, I'll hit up Jason." She pulled out her phone, waiting for him to call her bluff.

She wasn’t going to hit him up. If anything, she was going to just bury herself under blankets and eat the whole pot of albondigas Abuela made while watching some Channing Tatum movies. Jason had called her earlier to see if she wanted to come over but she said no because she was meeting up with Jack.

Jason and Luna have been on and off friends with benefits since she moved back to Louisville. Whenever they were off it was because he got to know some girl but it never worked out with his schedule. Jason played for Louisville FC and was constantly traveling which was why his agreement with Luna worked so well. They knew what they had was purely physical and if they didn’t know each other the way they did, they would have become a couple, but it never worked out. Sure they would go on an occasional date but there was an underlying agreement that it wasn’t going to develop into something serious. Another reason why it could never work out was because Luna had feelings for Jack.

Though she knew better than to act on her feelings. In the last ten years Jack never gave her a second glance. Luna was just one of the guys. She was his friend, his confidant. The one that helped him get the girl, never the girl.

“Anyways,” Jack cut her off thoughts, “we should get going because I need to stop for gas.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Luna nodded.

She grabbed her mini leather bag that matched her suede trench coat. She checked that her essentials: spare cash, lip gloss, chapstick, hair ties, gum and tampons were in her bag. She swiped her keys from the large bowl by the small table by the front door and made her way outside with Jack. She locked the house and texted Abuela that she had left and would call her later.

Jack opened the passenger door for her. He averted his gaze away from her ass when she removed her coat before climbing on. Her skirt rode up her thighs, revealing her long toned legs. Jack closed the door and went to his side. When he opened the door, he found Luna’s ass in the air as she put her things in the backseat. Her cropped knitted sweater fell down, showing off her lavender and it took everything in Jack to not ask her if her panties matched her bra.

“All set?” he asked when sat back on her seat.

“Yeah,” she nodded, connecting her phone to his car.

Jack drove to Costco to fill up his car. He pulled on his hoodie and covered his face while he waited outside his car as the gas filled up. He was typing away on his phone. She figured he was making sure everything for his and Urban’s birthday party was set. Though she didn’t miss the soft smile he had as he shook his head and typed some more. Luna felt a twinge of unease in her stomach but pushed it aside. Nothing could ruin her night with Jack.

Luna choked on her wine, trying her best not to laugh so hard at the story Jack was telling her of him and Clay at one of his rec soccer games. They went to eat dinner after their movie. Jack called in earlier and booked them a private room. He didn’t want the other nosy guests to film them for Luna’s privacy. He rarely posted her when he hung out with his friends because his fans always turned one post into the most elaborate conspiracy theory. He just wanted Luna to himself. He didn’t see his life without her and he would protect her with his whole being.

Their server came by with the check. Luna reached for it, but Jack swatted her hand away. He put a few hundred bills on the leather folder and placed it on the edge of the table.

“When are you leaving to paris?” Jack asked her, sipping his water.

“April, I have a few weeks to figure out my living situation. But Matt wants me in Paris as soon as possible so we can get started on the Spring/Summer show in June.” She said before eating some more tiramisu.

“So you won’t be here for the Derby?” he asked, almost pissed. He tightly gripped his cloth napkin, his already white knuckles turning Casper white.

“One, relax, and two, no I won’t be there for the Derby. I can maybe try to be home but I don’t know.” Luna smoothed out his hand.

“Sorry, I just wanted you here because I’m dropping my album around that time.” He said.

“You already finished your album? Oh my god, that’s insane.”

She knew he’d been working on his album for a while. When she visited him on tour to get some outfits fitted for him, she could tell he was going through it. After one of his shows in Denver, he practically broke down in his hotel room and told her how exhausted and burnt out he felt. But he had to push himself because he knew he had a lot of people counting on him and he couldn’t let them down. They put a lot of faith in him since the start of his career and he was eternally grateful for their support. Luna was the one to convince him to get back into writing for the sake of writing not for work. Little by little he built an album

“I have a few songs that need to be finalized and trimmed but it’s done. The label is aiming for a late April release.”

“That’s exciting. Are you going to do a mini CD signing tour like you did with the last album?” she asked, finishing her glass of chardonnay.

“Nah, I’m thinking of just letting this one speak for itself.”

“Well I better get my own signed CD.”

“Of course you are, I can’t break tradition,” he grinned.

They finished their desserts and made their way back to his car. Jack had his arm over her shoulders and Luna wrapped her arm around his back. Once in his car, Jack connected his phone and played her a few of his songs from his album. The one that stuck out to her the most was Blame on Me. She’d seen first hand the dynamics between his brother and dad but she never expected him to write a full song about it. But he did it in the most beautiful way. She was an only child that didn’t meet her dad and was raised by her grandparents. Despite that she was able to relate to it. That’s what she loved about Jack’s song writing. No matter how corny and braggadocious or personal the songs were, there was something that was able to strike home.

Abuela’s red Audi was parked in the driveway by the time Jack pulled up to Luna’s place.

“Let me walk you.” Jack said, unbuckling his seat belt before she could tell him no.

Luna nodded and followed suit. They walked up the steps. Jack stayed back one step while she was at the very top. They were of equal height.

“I’m glad we hung out tonight. I missed you..” Luna said.

“I missed you too. We should do something again before you leave for Paris.” Jack said, pulling her into a hug.

They hugged for what felt like an hour and pulled back a bit, still in each other’s arms. Their eyes’ met with bright smiles. ‘Now or never’, Luna thought to herself. She leaned in to him, but Jack pulled back.

“I’m sorry Luna, but I have a girlfriend.”

She immediately burst into a fit of giggles. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Those two glasses of wine…” she trailed. “I’m sorry sorry. Um, I’m gonna go inside and pretend like that didn’t happen.”

“Luna wait,”

“Good night sir,” she said, saluting him in a terrible British accent she did when she was embarrassed and wanted to get out of a situation. “I shall see you tomorrow kind sir.”

She entered her home without letting Jack get another word in.

Luna reached in her coat and pulled out a sky blue envelope. Inside was a birthday card with a letter she wrote for Jack. She didn’t have the guts to say goodbye. She looked over to where he was. He was standing off to the side while she took pictures with her friends and they all gathered around Kathryn, his girlfriend. Even she couldn’t deny that they looked good together. According to Urban she was one of the daughters of the co-founders of the label Jack was signed to. They’ve been seeing each other for a few months so it was still pretty new.

Though what Luna couldn't wrap around her head was that he never mentioned Kathryn in their three hour long facetime calls. If she knew she would have kept her distance and not acted as impulsive as she did the night before.

But now knowing this made leaving for Paris much easier. After her embarrassing almost-kiss, she spent the better half of the night looking for flights to Paris. She spoke to her grandma, leaving out the kiss, and they were leaving at night to New York since there weren’t any direct flights from Louisville to Paris. Abuela was joining her for the week so they could go apartment hunting so she could get settled as soon as possible.

“Hey I didn’t think you’d show.” Clay said, pulling her into a hug.

“I just came by to say hi.” she told him.

“You’re not staying?” he frowned.

“I’m needed in Paris and I have to leave tonight.” She looked at the envelope. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Of course.” He nodded.

“Give this to Jack later.” Luna handed him the envelope.

“You can give it to him now. He’s around here.” Clay looked sound for his brother. He caught Jack’s gaze and waved him over. He was aware of the feelings she had for Jack. “You should–”

“I’m in a rush.” She put the envelope in his hands. She gave him a tight hug. “Thank you.”

Luna squeezed his shoulder and grabbed her coat. She passed Jack and didn’t give him a second glance as she exited the venue.

Jack frowned and began to walk in her direction, but he was stopped by some friends and pulled to the photobooth. When he finally pulled away to go to the parking lot, Luna was gone. He went back inside, going straight to Clay.

“Why didn’t Luna stay?” he asked his brother.

“She had to go.”

“Go where?”

“Paris, she was called to leave sooner.”

“Fuck,” Jack pushed back his curls. He pulled out his phone and called her so he could at least meet her at the airport to say goodbye.

He’d been so busy, caught up with making sure Kathryn was comfortable that he didn’t know when Luna arrived. He wasn’t sure if she’d come after their almost kiss. An almost kiss that happened at the most inopportune time. If he was being honest, years ago he’d used to think it would be him and Luna that would have gotten together. But he could never bring himself to share his feelings for her. Mostly out of fear that she didn’t feel the same. He would rather spend a lifetime having her as his best friend instead of losing for the rest of his life.

“What the hell?” he said to himself when the call didn’t go through. He tried again and the same thing happened. He looked at Clay and in a panicked voice he asked, “Can you call her? I think I have spotty service.”

“Babe, Neelam said it’s time to cut the cake.” Kathryn said, walking over.

“Can you tell her to wait five minutes? I’m trying to–”

She cut him off with her nose turned upward. “Jack, your friends are getting a bit rowdy. Let’s do it now, yeah?”

“Fine,” he gave in. He looked at Clay before walking towards the cake and gave him a pleading look to try to get a hold of Luna.

Clay nodded and texted Luna. She replied almost instantly and told him to tell Jack to leave her alone. He cursed, unsure how to tell his big brother that without breaking his heart. Luckily Jack’s coat was draped over a chair. He slipped in Luna’s envelope in the inside pocket and went to his brother, ready with a lie about how he had shitty service too.

* June *

“How many other secrets were you hiding from me Kathryn?” Jack asked too calmly for someone who just overheard their now ex-girlfriend say she tried to baby trap him because she got financially cut off from her dad.

“Jack–”

“Do you really think I was that stupid to fall for your shit? I’m sorry you’re not fucking responsible and got cut off by your dad, but you won’t use me for your bullshit. Please get your shit, leave my key and never fucking contact me ever again.” he said.

“When my dad finds out–”

“The same dad that cut you off because you spent your trust fund on partying? Yeah go ahead and call him. I was just on the phone with him and he also heard what I heard.” he crossed his arms.

“Fuck you!” she stormed off to their room.

She had moved in two weeks ago to his apartment in Atlanta and was barely settling in so it didn’t take long for her to pack up. A few minutes later she came back to the living room with her things. In her hand was a blue envelope.

“Here, I found it in your jacket the night of your birthday party.” She said, handing it to him.

Kathryn left without another word. Jack made a call to the lobby and had her removed from the list of people that could be taken up to his penthouse. He then blocked her number and removed her from social media. While he packed for his Europe work trip while he went through all protocols about the break up with Neelam and had her make sure all NDAs were signed.

Once he was done packing and Jack tore the envelope from the side and carefully took out the birthday card. He recognized Luna’s loopy writing. He began reading:

Jack there’s no easy way of saying this, but I’m in love with you. I have been for years. I don’t know when or how, but I am. And because of that, I’m leaving Louisville. I can’t be in the same place you are knowing I can’t be with you. I think it’s best if we end whatever friendship we have here.

I need time to figure out who I am. I can’t keep seeing myself as the girl who’s pining over her best friend when you’re in a relationship.despite how I feel about you, I’m happy you found someone who you can love that same way I wished you loved me.

Thank you for all these years of friendship. I’m sorry this is how I said goodbye, but it’s for the best.

-Luna

Jack turned the paper around to see if there was more. He checked the envelope. The only other thing inside was her half of the strip of pictures they took in a photobooth a few years back. He kept his other half in his wallet. He used to keep it tucked in his phone case, but when he started dating Kathryn, he switched it to his wallet.

He ran his thumb over Luna. He hadn’t seen her in almost four months and they felt like hell. He’d been in Boston for a few weeks filming a new project. He put himself into work. When he wasn’t working on music, he was filming something..

He hadn’t seen or heard from Luna since she left. She stayed true to her word and never contacted him. She blocked him on all social media. He’d even visited Abuela to ask about her but she always gave him vague answers about her whereabouts. All he knew was that she was in Paris, but he didn’t know how she was or if she liked the city. Well he knew she liked the city.

The first time they had gone was on a class trip in eleventh grade and snuck out to see the city. He still remembered how in awe she was at the lights and how lively the people were. That was when he realized he had feelings for her, but he was too scared to act on them. More than anything he wanted Luna in his life and he didn’t want to risk anything. So for years he kept that to himself. He felt like an absolute idiot for not seeing that Luna felt the same.

“Is this some fucked up joke?” He said to himself, crumbling up the letter.

He sat down on the couch and rubbed his face in frustration. He couldn't believe he’d been so blind to see who he wanted the whole time had also felt the same about him. He made an incredibly big mistake and now he had to face the consequences of it.

Jack’s knee couldn’t stop bouncing his knee as he and Urban approached the Givenchy after party. They had attended the show just a few hours ago, but were invited to the dinner and after party. His team was able to get him and Urban seats at the last minute. He’d been in Cannes the last few days for work and performances so he hadn’t had a chance to see Luna.

He thought he was going to see her when he was getting his fittings, but she was working on a different floor. Then when he sat next to her grandmother at the fashion show, he thought she was going to approach them, but she didn’t. She walked out with Matt and everyone else that helped with the collection. She waved and turned on her heel to go back backstage. He hoped to see her at the dinner but she spent the whole time showing off her grandmother. He had low expectations of seeing her in the club because she was a homebody. If anything he would make up some excuse to go to the Givenchy house the next day.

Jack had been at the club for less than five minutes and he felt exhausted and drained. He excused himself and went down to the bar to order sparkling water with cranberry and pineapple juice. There were three bartenders at the bar. Two of which were hard working, getting drinks out as fast as they could while the one next to Jack was busy flirting with a red head. Jack rolled his eyes and sat back waiting until the crowd lessened.

A hand smacked down on the bar close to the bartender. “There’s a million people waiting for their drinks. If you could get your dick out of your brain for three seconds and make them that would be fucking great.”

Jack recognized that voice.

“Luna?”

She turned over and her face paled.

“Um, hi.” she said.

Jack frowned. “Hi? That’s all you have to say after I haven't heard from you in months?”

“This is not the place.” Luna said, not looking at him.

“Babe, I told you to wait for me.” someone said.

A tall guy with dark brown skin wrapped his arm around Luna’s shoulders. He gave Jack a once over, unimpressed.

“Dominic, relax. I know him.” Luna shrugged her arm off him.

“Oh than fuck, I used up my straight voice with Vivi.” Dominic said in a more salacious voice. He nodded his head at Jack. “So who’s this?”

“An old friend from Louisville.” she answered vaguely.

“Right.” Jack’s jaw clenched.

Without another word he got up and went back to Urban, who was with a group of models that hung to his every word.

“Um wow, you were rude. What’s the drama there? Clearly y’all weren’t just friends.” Dominic prodded.

Luna pretended she didn’t hear him and her eyes followed Jack. He waved to a few women who called his name as he went up the steps to the VIP section. He leaned over to Urban and whispered in his ear. They bro hugged and Jack was going back down the steps.

“Tell Vivi, I’m not feeling well and called an Uber.” she told Dominic.

She didn’t wait for a response. She gave him a side hug and trailed after Jack.

“Jack, wait!” she yelled when they were outside.

He turned around. “What, Luna?” he snapped.

“I’m sorry.” she said quietly.

“For what exactly? For dismissing me to your friend like I’m nothing? Like this hasn’t been the worst few months of my life because you left?” He went off.

“YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND JACK!” She waved her arms angrily. “What was I supposed to do? Watch you live your life with your girlfriend while I still pine for you? I needed to be away for my own sake and sanity.”

“We broke up.” Jack revealed.

“What are you talking about?”

“If I had known sooner that I had a chance I would have acted on it, Luna.”

Before she could ask him what he meant, he captured her lips with his. The kiss was slow like a test in the waters. Lust quickly took over as their kiss intensified. He held her in place with his other arm as his lips dominated her. Luna whimpered into his mouth when Jack deepened the kiss. They pulled away, breathless, Luna realized they somehow ended up back at Jack’s hotel suite.

“I fucking love you, Luna.” Jack murmured against her lips.

“I love you too, Jack.” She smiled.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that.”

“Me too.”

With that Luna pulled Jack into another deep kiss. Without breaking their kiss, he grabbed the back of her thighs and picked her up. He carried her down the hall to his room. Jack tossed Luna on the bed and slipped off his jacket and kicked off his shoes. Luna reached over and unzipped her leather calf length boots, a birthday present from Jack when he first earned his first big royalties check, and placed them on the floor.

He crawled on top of her and gently pulled her chin, bringing her lips to his. One of her hands found its way to Jack’s curls while the other dug its nails onto his back. She moaned out into his mouth, feeling his hips rut against her core. She shifted around so her legs were more open for him to move more comfortably. They continued to kiss as their hips kept moving in sync with each other.

“Wait.” she pushed him off her.

“Are we moving too fast? I’m sorry–”

“No, I have to check in with my grandma so she doesn’t think I got kidnapped like in that one Liam Neeson movie.”

She went to the living room part of his suite where they discarded their jackets and her bag. She quickly sent her grandmother a text that she was catching up with Jack and that she won’t be home until the morning. Abuela replied instantly with a ‘finally’ and a ‘use condoms’. She rolled her eyes and joined Jack in bed.

Jack gave her a chaste kiss on the lips and returned to kissing down to her chest. He pushed up her dress until it was off of her, revealing her breasts to him. He tweaked one of her nipples while he nipped and sucked her other breast. Satisfied with the love bites on her chest, he kissed down her stomach to the band of her panties.

Luna cleared her throat making him look up at her. “You’re clean right? I don’t have condoms, but I’m on the IUD.” she asked.

“Yeah, I haven’t been with anyone since Kathryn.”

After their break up, he got tested and came out clean.

“Okay cool.” Luna nodded.

Jack sat back on his knees and pushed her legs open. Her arousal glistened through the lace of her panties. Luna lifted her hips, so he could remove her panties. He slowly pulled them off and tossed them to the side then climbed back in bed. He licked his lips and placed her legs over his shoulders.

Shamelessly, he spit on her clit and sucked it, making her moan. Then he wiggled his tongue at her entrance. He moaned out at her taste. It was taking everything in him not to ravish her. He took his time with her, savoring her. Minutes passed when he finally slid his middle and ring finger in her. She gasped at his touch. Her hands tangled in his hair pulling it for relief.

“Fuck!” She moaned out. He sped up his fingers then he slipped them out of her and rubbed her clit, bringing her to her climax.

“Jack!” She repeated his name over and over as she came. Jack licked her release and laid back next to her. Luna rolled over and placed her leg over his waist.

“I love you.” She said softly. She stretched over to kiss him.

“I love you too, Luna.” he mumbled against her lips.

Jack pushed her hips so she was directly on top of his crotch. They kissed for what seemed like hours. Teasing touches here and there, only to end up wrapped up in each other’s arms. Jack was hugging her back while Luna placed her hands on his chest. She slowly moved her hips against him.

“I always knew our first time would be with you on top.” Jack commentted.

“You’re so fucking corny.” Luna laughed, covering her mouth.

Jack pulled her hand away and sat up so he could kiss her properly. Luna reached between them and slowly stroked Jack. Then she lifted her hips, lining herself over his cock. She slowly slid all the way down his length. She moaned out at how good Jack felt inside her. She rocked her hips against him, getting used to him. She slowly bounced herself up and down while continuing to rock her hips against his. He sat up and brought her closer to him. Luna’s arms tightened around his neck. Jack bucked his hips upwards to meet her thrusts and she let out a soft moan.

“Feel so good, Jack.” she whimpered..

Her orgasm came out of nowhere. She clung to Jack as she continued to ride him. He still kept thrusting into her through her orgasm. But he slowed down, letting her come back from orgasm only to take her once more.

“Want you to finish in my mouth, Jack.” Luna said, pushing back his sweaty curls.

“Yeah, whatever you say.”

Luna playfully rolled her eyes and shifted her body so she laid horizontally. She spit on his length and slowly jerked him off with both hands. She slipped him as far as she could take him. He let out an incoherent sound until she reached the back of her throat. She did it a few more times, egging him on.

She pulled away, with a trail of saliva spilling from the corner of her mouth, and kissed down his length. Luna slowly bobbed her head up and down his length, getting her mouth used to him. She took him a little deeper each time. One of his hands gripped the back of her head, keeping her in place as he thrusted into her mouth. Luna let out soft moans. Her hands gripped his legs, nails digging into his thighs. She continued to stroke him as he came, taking all of his release. She cleaned him up and cuddled next to him.

“So we did that…” Luna trailed off after a few moments of silence.

Jack pushed himself up against the headboard. “Do you regret it?”

“Do you?” She asked.

“Fuck no.”

“Okay, good.” She giggled. The bed sheet covering Jack’s waist caught her attention. There was a large tent shape formed. “Already? It wasn’t even five minutes.”

“My dick can’t help that you’re finally naked with me and not a figment of my imagination.”

“I guess we should do something about that.”

“We should.”

Jack gently pushed her back on the bed. They slowly kissed, having all the time of the world. Unbeknownst to them was that Urban had entered his suite and was going to give Jack some information about Luna that he acquired. He unlocked the door separating his suite and Jack’s.

“Yo, you better buy me some blunts with all this shit I have for you– ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” Urban yelled, pulling off his soundproof headphones.

Jack covered Luna before Urban could get a look of her face. “Dude, what the fuck?”

“What the fuck? That’s all you have to say? Here I thought my best friend was fucking heartbroken but you’re out here getting his dick wet. I went out of my way to get you some info on Luna.”

“Hi Urb.” Luna sat up, covering her chest.

Urban took in the scene in front of him. “Nevermind. I’ll let y’all continue. Pardon me for interrupting.”

He put on his headphones and went back to his suite.

“Sorry.” Jack mumbled.

“Don’t worry about it. Nothing could ever embarrass me after my grandparents walked in on me and my date for junior prom.” she said.

“True and I didn’t get the condom stuck in your pussy like bitch ass Tristian.” Jack said.

“I completely forgot my date’s name. How do you remember?”

“I had to keep tabs on my competition.” He shrugged. “And I won.”

“Is that so?” She arched an eyebrow.

“You’re naked with me in Paris. I call that a win.”

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