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gigglymarvel · 2 years

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Activating the Tickle Monster (Florence Pugh x Reader)

“Hi again! Was wondering if you could do a fic where reader keeps intentionally bothering and provoking Florence so she can t-word her and Florence figures out exactly what the reader is doing and that the reader likes it and lots and lots of teasing ensues as she also brings out the big tiggle monster in her that we all know she is and just lovingly wrecks the reader. Thank you guys sm!!”

Thank you @sprite-periodt for this adorable prompt! We hope you love it as much as we loved writing it ❤️ (Word count: 1677)

You couldn’t take it anymore, you knew that Florence Pugh was the biggest ler going, and as you loved playing around and secretly wanted to be a lee for her, you made it your mission to get Florence to tickle you.

Your first plan was an innocent prank, the actress was silly enough to leave her phone unattended at her make-up desk which was conveniently next to yours. Smirking, you grabbed her phone and took endless stupid selfies on her phone, quickly putting it back when she returned.

Florence soon returned to her desk, giving her co-star y/n a friendly smile and opening her phone, only to find the endless selfies taken by you. She laughed and shook her head, playfully shoving at you.

“You’re lucky I don’t have full access to your phone, I would’ve changed every single thing to my face.” You teased playfully, getting out of your seat and poking her sides before going to get a drink.

"Hehehey!" She giggled playfully, arching her eyebrow, "Someone's cheeky today?" She inquired, wondering what you were up to as she followed you.

“Maybe, is that a problem?” You asked with a grin, flicking cold water at her before drinking your juice.

The blonde gasped, "Oh that's it, you better run!" She said before running at you, making you squeal and dash away, quickly finding a hiding space under the bed on set, which you hid under before Florence was anywhere near you.

The actress growled playfully, "Y/n I will find you and I will get you!" She said, looking behind the curtains and the set work, behind couches and chairs, "Y/nnn!" She called out musically.

You blushed, it was finally happening, you watched Florence’s feet and decided to quickly escape as quietly as possible, hoping she wouldn’t catch you leaving the room to hide elsewhere.

Unfortunately for you, Florence caught you with a smirk, "There you are!!" She snagged you and tossed you gently onto the bed, "Did you think I wouldn't figure out what you were up to?" She teased and kneeled above you, wiggling fingers slowly descending.

“Nooooo!” You say quickly, blushing madly as you shook your head and attempted to make another run for it since you weren’t pinned.

She rolled her eyes fondly and then pinned you to the bed with your hands under her knees, "Ahhh, much better," she said, you just looked up at her and offered her a shy smile.

“I’m… sorry?” You tried, giving her innocent puppy eyes. "You wanted this," she smirked and slowly wiggled her fingers down toward you, "You knew I'd tickle you if you pestered me enough, and how cruel would I be not to give you what you want?" She winked.

“Nonono that’s not true! Don’t you dare!” You squeal out, looking away from her mean fingers as you bit back a smile. The actress growled, "Nope, your fate is sealed," she smirked and spidered all over your ribs and tummy.

"Coochiescoochiecoochie coo, y/n! I've goooot youuu!" She teased as you burst into hysterical giggles, shaking your head and kicking out whilst sucking your belly in.

Florence pouted playfully, "Awww c'mon, you're shaking your head when you've been dreaming of this?" She winked and skittered down your tummy, circling your belly button only to squeeze your hips to surprise you.

“Lihihihies!” You reply, squealing and arching your back when she squeezed your hips. “Shuhuch a liar!”

"Awww then why are you lauuuughing love? Hmmm? That smile says I'm telling the truth!" She said before pulling up your top to blow several huge raspberries.

You screeched with laughter and arched your back, kicking and pulling at your arms. “NOHOHOHO NOHOHOT TRUE!”

"Oh nooo, it's so much worse on your skin is it?" She teased and spidered all over your bare tummy and ribs, "Coochiescoochiecoochie coo! Ticktickticktickle!"

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!” You laughed out, squealing as you tried to throw Florence off your waist.

She grinned and then wiggled a single finger slowly toward your belly button, "Uh ohh, what happens if I press the buuuutton?" She cooed.

“I’ll… I’ll have a tantrum?” You tried, giggling nervously as you wriggled from side to side.

"Oh noooo, can't have that!" She said and quickly wiggled her finger inside your belly button, causing you to squeal and, true to your word, you kicked and pretended to cry loudly.

"Awww does the wittle baby need cheered up?" Florence cooed and squeezed into your sides before giving you a huge tummy raspberry, which made you squeal with laughter and shake your head.

“NOHOHOHO SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” You laughed out, wriggling from side to side as you sucked your belly in and twisted around.

"Awww what was that? You shouldn't talk to me that waaaay!" She cooed and spidered and fluttered up to your ribs before tracing and counting each one, "Uh oh, are you missing a rib? Ooooone, twwwooo, threeee, stop squirming you'll make me lose count!"

You whined, blushing at her teasing as you tried to twist away from where she was fluttering. “I’m nohohohot sohohohorry!” You tell her between fits of giggles.

"Ha! You poser, I knew you liked this!" She said and shook into all of your ribs, kneading gently between the bones, "Shaky shaky shaky!"

Your face quickly turned even more crimson as you shook your head, cackling with laughter as you continued to pull at your hands, you slowly began to run out of breath as you let out squeaks between your laughter.

Florence slowed down and gently got off you then, a mirthful smile forming on her face as she offered you her hand, "Hey, you're safe, goober, just wanted to make sure you got wrecked properly," she winked.

You took a moment to recover, slapping her hand away cheekily before you had the cheek to squeeze gently into her ribs for a brief moment.

"Hehehey!" The actress giggled and easily pushed your hands away as she pulled you into a hug. You just pouted and accepted the hug, trying to scribble into her sides as you hugged her.

"Hehehey, Y/n!! You want more huh?' she smirked and squeezed your sides and ribs a few times too, causing you to jump away and protect yourself, shuffling away from her with a shy smile. “Nuh uh, nope…”

"Oh you doooo," The actress grinned eagerly and wiggled her fingers as she walked slowly toward you. You stepped back, still giggling a little as you innocently reached to hold her hands with a sweet smile.

Florence chuckled and kissed each of your hands before pinning them with one of her arms so they were above your head, skimming her free hand down one arm slowly, her smirk growing as she looked at your face and spidered into your armpit.

“Hehey I was trying to be nice!” You protested, pulling at your arms as you tried to step away. But nothing could stop the giggles which poured out of your mouth.

"Awwww how cuuute!" She cooed and tickled in gently before letting your arms drop and playfully ballroom dancing with you before tickling your side.

You blushed a little and shyly hid in Florence’s shoulder; giggling as you wriggled around in her arms. “Nohohohot cute!”

She smirked and butterfly kissed your nose playfully, "Of course you are, y/n! But now I know your secret," the actress winked impishly, making you blush and gently shove at her.

“Just don’t go blabbing it to anyone else.” You tell her with puppy eyes.

"No no, the only other person I'd tell is Scarlett," she winked and booped your nose. You immediately blushed and covered your face with your hands.

“Ah nonono anyone but her!” You squeal out shyly, although you would love it if Scarlett got you too. Florence raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Is that so?" She smirked.

“I couldn’t take it if that ever happened.” You admitted, giggling a little as you refused to meet her gaze.

"I think you're strong enough," Flo winked and kissed the top of your head as she pulled you into a side hug. You shook your head in response, leaning into her.

“I doubt I would be but sure.” You chuckled with a shrug.

Florence squeezed your side fondly, "Give yourself some credit, little one," she winked and pulled you into a hug, "Stick with me and you'll be just fine."

“If you don’t expose me to my FAVORITE ACTRESS then I’ll stick with you.” You replied with a teasy grin.

Florence grinned evilly and immediately shook into your ribs, "Oh Scarlett is your favorite is that right??"

You immediately burst into giggly laughter, nodding as you gently pushed at her hands. “AHAHAHABSOLUTELY!”

"I can't say I blame you, but you're just giving me reasons to tickle you now," she growled in your ear as she kneaded in. You blushed in response, cackling with laughter as you tried to wriggle out of her grip.

She stopped attacking and just held you close, "Awww why are you running from meeee?"

“Because you’re a meanie.” You say with a pout, but hug her tightly. She combed her fingers through your hair with a chuckle, "Awww well you're a cutie,"

You roll your eyes, snuggling further into her. “You’re still my second favourite actress though.” You tease. “Maybe even third.”

"If I get two places instead of just one, I can live with that," she smiled and spidered up your side, making you giggle a little.

“Oh no, first is Scarlett, then it’s Elizabeth Olsen, and then it’s you.” You smirk.

"Oh is that so? So I need to go get in touch with Lizzie too?" She smirked back, wiggling her fingers at you. You just giggled innocently and shook your head, hiding your face behind your hands.

Florence giggled and and spidered up your sides while you hid, making you whine and shuffle away.

“Okahahahay let’s do something else.” You reply and drag Florence over to the buffet they had on set, happily enjoying each other's company like you were long-lost sisters.

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taegularities · 8 months

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Hello lovely Rid 💕💕

I just wanted to help provide a voice to drown out the negativity a little, since I know how hard that can hit especially when you're already down.

I've been reading cmi all afternoon and even though I haven't finished it yet, I've been having such a good time. I genuinely mean it when I say that I could read about them doing anything forever. It's also cute to take a breather and have the arguments make me smile and pout instead of rip my heart out.

But OC's visit to the optometrist made me think of your eye problems and I wanted to ask how that's been. Have the eye drops and stuff been helping or do you still get headaches because of it? I hope they provide you with at least a little bit of relief.

Please take whatever measures you need to ensure that tumblr isn't making you feel even worse, especially when you already have so much to deal with irl. And I hope you know that you can always come to me if you need anything too, I'm always ready to listen.

I appreciate your presence here, I appreciate how much work you put into your stories, I appreciate your stories themselves, I appreciate you as a person and I appreciate every single conversation we've shared. I just hope everything will get better for you, in fact, I know it will. Because I know you'll stay strong and won't lose hope and fate won't be able to resist sending good things to a lovely person like you. Sending you the biggest tightest warmest virtual hug and all of my love Rid 💞💞💞

(Also I always have a folder full of comfort Koo videos just for you if you ever happen to need that kind of comfort too 🥺)

ivi :( you're always sunshine and rainbow after the rain, and i appreciate that you're always around. like to have someone actually care so much? ily :(

EEE YES, im so glad you've been enjoying it!! we've waded through so much heartbreak, so we definitely needed that lil light vacay. but even the upcoming chapters are gonna be similarly comforting with a tinge of good old cmi angst, i think lol!! and you said it a while ago, but yeah, the whole "us against the world" approach shall hopefully light up a couple hearts for sure 💕

ahhh you remember that? 😭 my eyes are better now, but that's bc they rely on eye drops a lot!! im fcked without them lol. i do get very bad headaches sometimes — either when i didn't sleep well or enough or when i've been out in bright sun or in front of my laptop for too long. but the migraines aren't as bad anymore as they used to be!! oc's issue was definitely based on this lmao :') tysm for asking <3

yes, i shall. im definitely limiting my time here bc i've noticed that im able to enjoy tumblr a lot more when i drop in every now and then and not constantly. will come in when i feel like it (like, today i didn't :')), so yeah. doing my best!! thank you ivi, seriously, i adore and appreciate you, too. i can't wrap my head around the fact that so many lovely people like you encourage me around here, but i'm so thankful. sending you so many hugs and really hoping you're doing well. if not, i'm always here, too. love you sm 🤍

#PLSSS the folder for mEE like yk ill never say no 😭😭😭#notes for rid 🌹#ivi <3 #fic: colour me in #oh and i hope you like the rest of the chapter just as much hehe #long ask

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padfootastic · 2 years

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Hi! I have many things to tell you! That snippet of James and Sirius "you'll always have me." "That'll never happen." I'm gonna make it sad and tell you about how I thought of Sirius thinking or screaming this at James when he dies 'You promised!' (or we can gladly pretend that James doesn't die, that works very well for me) Then your 'babe' with Harry and Sirius that's so sweet and I love it. I recently read a fic where it used 'babe' casually too, in a 'sure/okay babe' way and I have fallen in love. Then I have this thought from another fic where Sirius does this calming gesture of running his thumb or finger from the bridge of Harry's nose around to his cheek and it was just such a sweet gesture that I had to gush about it to somebody you would get it! Cause Sirius would totally do this, anytime Harry needed calming or safety or more love. It would be so soft. Thanks for writing what write!!

the paper bag has made yet another return today.

no but this is so sweet 🥺😭 thank u sm for reading and liking and sharing this!!! it means the world to me 💜 (edit: just saw that ur fOGYYdREAM? i love ur comments on my fics so much!!!! 😳)

ahhh the babe thing was and will always be @greyeyedmonster-18 that i absorbed into my stuff through osmosis (i’m trying to extend that to her other skills…like writing and causing emotional damage too but shh)

ok no but ur onto something there w the angst?? i can’t imagine him screaming it at james’ dead body bc he’ll probably go into numb shock in the moment but azkaban is ripe for such things. i’m thinking around his bday (bc poor baby was literally in prison on the day of) bc it hasn’t been long enough for the psych torture to really start, the memories are still fresh and stinging, and he wakes up - forgetting for a second - expecting james to bounce on his bed and wake him up with a massive smile on his face. when that doesn’t happen, well. that’s really what breaks him in those early days bc it just cements the fact that his jamie isn’t there anymore and that’s when you have him moving to like, screaming into the ceiling sort of anger. just ‘you promised you’ll always be there. i told you, i told you this would happen but no, james fucking potter is never wrong, is he? said he’ll always be there. well. where are you now, you bastard? huh?’ until his voice gives out and his throat is sore but the emptiness in his chest hasn’t lessened.

so, uh. yeah. that. (did u purposefully put the fluff after the angst as balm? bc smart) the rubbing a finger across his face thing is so cute oh my god pls. idk if anyone’s noticed but i like habits that pass down generations a lot lot (and i hc that james taught sirius most everything about love & affection and open displays of them, along with the potters being a loving bunch) so now i’m imagining james subconsciously doing that for sirius as a tangible way to sense him, know he’s there, bring him back to j when he’s lost in his thoughts—anything. and sirius picked up on that and does it to harry (also a fan of sirius passing on family traditions james didn’t get a chance to. the burden i put on this poor man lol) because he is all about that love & reassurance 🥺

pls dont ever hesitate in dropping by if u see something cute (or sad? 🤔) again, i love it sm!!! we all deserve more h&s fluff in our lives <3

#sirius black #james potter #i just think. sirius’ grief over james isn’t fully explored nor is it always shown #and there’s so much of it #so i love it when it’s referenced #i’m also a huge fan of others (esp harry) finding out about how close these two were via this unending mourning period #like there’s just a part of sirius that died that day and he’s fundamentally diffferent #references from those who knew him before or pictures/memories or anecdotes #just this different ykno?#& him screaming in azkaban would be something he’s so ashamed of. bc he’s never been mad at james that way- didn’t even know it was possible #but it’s still something that happened and a little bit of resentment he harbours (more @ the universe than j but still)#by god these two will be the death of me #we have a lot of good food today #and it’s only morning #thank u for this i was actually having a bad day yesterday #but talking about these boys never fails to cheer me up heh #ppb #pen’s asks

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anchoeritic · 1 year

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How are you today bae ? hope you had a fab day or are having a good day time zones confuse me sm tbh

I’ve been a self care queen recently yoga Pilates (so I’m bendy) the whole shebang eating well and I’ve got a proper skin care routine it’s made me so productive ahhh that was probably very rambily but I was so proud of myself tbh !

- 🎀

i was okay today!! super busy but i had so much fun shopping today. i bought new clothes for another dinner i have to go to this week and they’re so fucking sexy grrrr.

i’m so happy to hear that you’ve been taking care of yourself recently!! i’m actually smiling about how excited you sound telling me about all this. i’m so proud of you, sweetie!!

#🎀 nonnie baby !!#જ⁀➴ mail: received

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takenbyheartstrings · 2 years

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Peter having a huge crush on the girl next door and one day she calls him to kill a bug or something and then after she wants to thank him with ya knowwww like super smutty

ahhh i love this request sm!! ty for requesting it <3

TIGER.

pairing: neighbour!peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT! fluff, mentions of bugs, and spiders!! post nwh!! so if u haven't seen nwh, spoilers.

word count: 1.8k

authors note: did not proofread lol! so sorry if there's some fucked up grammar and spelling 😭

Your heart stopped. You were sitting on your bed with your laptop and your heart stopped. You hated Spiders. All of them. Even the tiny ones that wouldn't do anything, but chill on your roof during the day. Deathly afraid. You had no idea where this idea your mind had come up with came from. All you know is that you always had a fear of spiders.

Now, you didn't know it. But your next door neighbour was Peter Parker. Put two and two together... It's kinda ironic.

You and Peter got along really well from the first day he moved into his apartment. Your complex wasn't the best in New York and Peter worked at The Daily Bugle. Both of you avid Spider-Man supporters, so when you asked Peter worked for a place that said such negative things about the guy in spandex. All he replied with was that it was good for the pay and nobody else would take his photos. Thus, he became your bug killer. He was fearless, and would always comply. Taking a moment out of his day to kill a bug for you, regardless of what it was. Sometimes, but not always, he'd set the spiders free.

Peter hung out at your apartment sometimes, the two of you were now, basically, best friends. Movie nights, game nights (even if it was just the two of you), taco tuesdays, dinners. You name it, the two of you did it.

When your eyes met the spider sitting on your roof. Way larger than the usual ones you could never spot, and smaller than a large one that would instantly catch your eye. You knew exactly what to do.

Now, the time wasn't ideal. Not like 10:30pm would ever be a good time to get the boy next door to kill a bug for you. But you sauntered next door anyway, knocking on the door carefully, trying not to wake up any of the other tenants.

The door swung open and Peter smiled, "Bug time?"

You nodded, "I'm sorry,"

He scoffs, "Don't stress it, wasn't like I was about to go to bed," He shuts the door behind him, "Been binging Modern Family."

"Again?" You question and he just laughs which is all you need.

He follows you into your apartment, as you click the door shut behind you, "So where is the little fella?" Peter asks you.

"In my room." You sigh, "It's raining, I should close my window." You recited what Peter was bound to say to you again. He laughs again and it fills your stomach with butterflies. He grabs your desk chair, standing on it, and today, he kills the bug. Pressing it with a tissue he had picked up from your nightstand beforehand. Peter walks to your bathroom, before throwing the tissue and spider into the toilet and flushing the corpse away.

You smile at him as he runs a hand through his hair, "Thanks, Tiger."

He'd never heard you use that nickname before and honestly? It made you all the more beautiful. Peter had a hard time letting you in after what happened with MJ and Ned. But you were different. He just felt it. In his bones. In his heart that ached for you. The feeling that he constantly and I mean, constantly just wanted to kiss you more than anything in this world. You filled him with bliss. He'd always thought you were cute. But now? It had been over a two years since the world forgot who Peter Parker was, for those two years he had known you, and for one of them, he had been crushing... hard.

"New nickname?" He questioned you.

You giggled, biting your lip, "Yeah, 'cause you're so brave, Tiger." You chuckled, "No but really, I need to repay you for all you've done for me. Coming here to constantly kill these stupid bugs, I mean, you work so hard."

His breath shudders, "I have a couple ideas."

You had no idea what was happening, how the two of you had gotten so close that you could feel Peter's breath against your face, how you could see his eyes flicker to your lips and back to your eyes. There was desire in his eyes and it was intensifying every single second that he could not have his hands on you and you knew it and you wanted it. You also had no idea who moved first, wether it was you or Peter and it a starving kiss. Both of you felt that need. His hands burnt your cold skin, and you felt everything rush through you so intently. Peter picks you up and carries you to your room, his hands sitting on your ass, as he grips it. He was strong too?

Laying you down on your bed, Peter kisses your neck, and you let out a soft moan, his kisses coming back up and he nipped on your ear, "How bad do you want this, y/n?" He questioned, his breath hot, your pussy dripping for Peter.

"Too much," You speak, barely above a whisper.

Peter's lips fall back onto yours, the kiss is still filled with desire, but this time its softer, less rough, like he's taking his time with you. Being quite honest, you never expected this from Peter. For him to take charge over you. To pin you down and kiss your neck, to peel your oversized shirt off from your skin and unclasp your bra. Suddenly the only thing you were wearing were your panties and Peter inhaled the sight. It was something that he would never forget. Placing kisses in between your breasts, running a finger lightly over your nipples, teasing you, making you shudder. Making you want more.

You moaned as Peter's kisses moved down your stomach, his fingers toying with the waistband of your panties, sliding them down and all you could do was grip his hair in response.

His tongue flicked your clit, his fingers running down your slit, "God, you are so wet." He murmurs.

As his tongue moves around your clit, you can almost cry in response. Feeling the way it moves and circles, feeling the way he sucks on it. His tongue doing wonders. He can feel your clit throb against his touch. Your legs clench around him and your hand grip his hair tighter as he presses harder against your clit, making you moan in an octave he had never heard before.

For a moment you got lost, but brought yourself back. You knew what you wanted. You knew and Peter stopped as you let yourself finally speak, "Tiger." You said quietly, Peter's desire only growing stronger at the nickname, "Fuck me. I need you right now. Don't fuck me with your tongue anymore. Fuck me."

Your tone was harsh. Like you were ordering him to do it and Peter did not mind at all. The smirk on his lips toyed as he pressed another kiss to your lips. Breaking it to take the familiar New York shirt off. Throwing it on top of yours.

Your eyes ogled Peter, his abs, his arms. How strong he was. You could've drooled right then and there. Feeling your stomach do backflips. Peter slides his sweatpants down and to your surprise, he wore nothing with them. His cock, hard for you. It was a sight to see, something you'd never forget. How large he was, how you knew that he would fuck you so hard that you would forget your own name. That you wouldn't be able to walk the next day. God, you wanted him so bad.

"Tiger..." You said as you couldn't take your eyes off of all of him. Shuddering at the nickname once again, Peter falls on top of you once more.

"God, you are so pretty, baby," He said kissing you again, nipping at your lip.

"Condoms are in the nightstand." You told him as he grabbed one and slid it over his cock.

"Are you ready for me, baby?" He questions you and all you can do is nod. Wanting to feel all of him. Wanting to have him. Wanting to be connected to him.

When Peter slid himself inside of you. Both of you moved in a constant motion. A motion that made you moan. He kissed you hard, his cock pressing up against your g-spot. Knowing exactly where to get you hot and heavy. Where to make you cum.

"Harder, Tiger," You said through your moans, "Don't hold back."

It was safe to say that Peter didn't. Not at all. His hands grip your bedhead, pressing into you so hard that your eyes roll back so far into your own head you could see your brain. Peter sliding in and out of you so effortlessly. His knuckles turning white as your tits bounced at the constant motion, the bed rocking against your bodies, and honestly? It was hard for you to know where Peter started and ended. Where you started and you ended. There was sweat that dripped down your forehead. Moans leaving your mouth and Peter grunting.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful." Peter presses another kiss to your lips as the two of you get lost in the motion. The only sound filling your room is the slapping of his skin against yours and the moans that leave both of your lips. Both of you lost in each other. Lost in the desire. You wanted to scream as all you could feel was him. Your g-spot getting pounded by his large cock. Nobody had ever fucked you like this before and nobody but Peter would ever live up to it. Nobody.

You and Peter moaned against each others lips, his biceps and veins about to burst as he grip the head board.

"Fuck, Tiger, I'm about to cum!" You say as you wrap your arms around his chest, holding on to him for dear life.

"Cum for me, y/n."

The words alone were a push over the edge, feeling the warmth in your stomach, your pussy clenching around Peter's cock, and your clit throbbing. Your whole body throbbing.

Peter groaned as he felt your pussy tighten around him and he felt his own release fall into the condom as he fucked you off your high. Slowing down carefully, until he came to a stop. Pressing his lips against you once more.

"Fuck, Tiger," You said falling out of your daze, becoming aware of what had happened, "That was..." You trailed off unable to find words for how you were feeling right now.

He smiled at you, "I know." He places another kiss onto your lips, "But, God, that nickname, y/n. You have no clue what it does to me."

"I think I've got a good idea." You smiled softly pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x reader smut #tom holland smut #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader smut #peter parker smut

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natsfirecat · 3 years

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Ace Buddies

summary: When Natasha introduces her girlfriend to her sister, they bond over something unexpected

word count: 0.9k

Natasha Romanoff x reader, Yelena Belova x reader (platonic)

A/N i saw black widow again today with my bsf and i love yelena sm ahhh. it makes me so happy that she’s also ace! :D

You had been anxiously awaiting the night you would meet Yelena. Your girlfriend had mentioned her sister, and told you that she would be staying in the compound for a few days.

This would be your first time meeting anyone from Natasha’s family, so it was safe to say that you were a little nervous.

But when she walked in with Natasha, your nerves started to ease as she gave you a small smile.

“Hi, I’m-” you started, but she cut you off.

“Y/N,” she said. “I’ve heard all about you,”

You couldn’t help but blush as you grinned at Natasha.

Yelena held her hand out for you to shake it. She gazed at your hand for a moment,

“I like your ring,” she said.

You grinned, looking down at the black ring on the middle finger of your right hand.

“Thanks!” You replied.

Natasha then took her to her room, stopping along the way to introduce her to the rest of the Avengers.

Since it was late, she didn’t come back out for the rest of the night.

Natasha came back out before leading you back into your shared bedroom.

“How’s she doing so far?” You asked, earning a shrug in response.

“She wasn’t really impressed with anyone, except Wanda. But I think she’ll warm up to them sooner or later,”

You smiled, before bringing your lips to hers for a soft kiss. She connected your hands, then leaned in closer.

She then wrapped her arms around your waist, picking you up effortlessly.

She brought you to your bed, before laying on top of you and showering your face with kisses.

“I bet you two will get along after you get to know each other more,” Natasha told you. “You two have something in common,”

“Really? What is it?”

“That’s hers to tell,”

You rolled your eyes, making a pouty face. Natasha sighed, then kissed you again.

She then pulled you closer to her, holding you in her arms where you stayed for the rest of the night.

The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed.

Sighing, you rolled over to see a note on the nightstand.

Fury sent me on a last minute mission early this morning, and I didn’t want to wake you up. I’ll be back late tonight!

-Tasha

You let out a grumble, then made your way downstairs. You were wearing one of Natasha’s hoodies, and a pair of shorts.

To your surprise, Yelena was sitting on the couch by herself.

“Hi,” she said casually, waving at you.

“Hey,” you replied, sitting on the opposite side of the couch.

She studied you for a moment, tilting her head to the side,

“That’s Natasha’s,” she stated, pointing at the hoodie.

“Yeah,” you said with a shrug. Yelena let out a small chuckle,

“She must really love you then,” she said. “I once borrowed one of her shirts without her permission, and she nearly broke my arm,”

You giggled, picturing your girlfriend fighting with her sister over clothes.

“You know, I never did understand relationships,” Yelena admitted. “Everyone going on about love and sex, and it just doesn’t make sense to me,”

You gave her a soft smile,

“I understand you for the second one,” you said. “But loving your sister is honestly the easiest thing I’ve ever done,”

“Wait, so you love her but you’re not into sex? Are you-” it was much like yesterday, except you interrupted her this time.

“Yep, I’m asexual!”

Her face lightened up a bit.

You held your hand out to show her your ring again,

“This is actually my ace ring! I’ve had it since just after I came out!”

“Where do you get one?”

“I ordered it online,” you said with a smile. “If you want, I can order you one?”

She nodded in response.

“So many people have said that I would be miserable without romance and sex, but it’s honestly fine. I don’t desire any of that with another person. I do want to get a dog, though,”

You scooted closer to her, your smile widening; so this is what Natasha was talking about last night.

“I do have a question for you, though,” she started, which you nodded in response. “If you are asexual, but still love my sister, how does she take your asexuality?”

“Oh, Tasha’s cool with it. She knows I love her, and we cuddle a lot,”

Yelena smirked at you, thinking about how soft her sister was for you.

Her thoughts were interrupted as you spoke up again,

“She’s gonna be gone all day, so do you wanna watch a movie?”

“Depends. What movie?”

“One without any sex scenes, and probably without any romance!”

“Okay, I’m in.”

Several hours later, Natasha came back in from her mission.

“Y/N!” She called out as she walked through the front door.

“We’re in here,” Yelena’s voice called back.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, but made her way to the living room anyway.

She smiled as she saw the two of you on the couch together, laughing at the movie playing on the TV. It was the fifth movie you two had watched today.

“So this was outside the door,” she said, holding out a box.

“Yes, I love same day delivery!” You said with a grin, taking the box out of her hands.

You opened it, then took out all the packaging to reveal a black ring, almost identical to yours.

“Here you go,” you gave it to Yelena, who put it on with a grin.

Natasha smiled in amusement; so it didn’t take long for her two favorite people in the world to bond.

“We’re ace buddies now,” you said triumphantly.

“We’re not calling ourselves that,” Yelena replied, rolling her eyes.

You scoffed, then leaned in to whisper in your girlfriend’s ear.

“Ace buddies.”

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arcadejohn127-9 · 3 years

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Ahhh I love your writing sm!! Could I request how the brothers would react to an MC that's super doting and overly loving from the get-go?. Always insists on helping w cooking duty, brings the brothers coffee if they look busy, etc? pls & ty!

Tbh I don't really have a love language over than verbal but this speaks to me

In game I make my MC very much like this, overly positive and always wanting to help. Not because I have to, I could easily pick more honest or teasing options but when it comes to it. My first instinct/Response is those options because I like the idea of being helpful to people

It's only when people start using that for their advantage or make me help them out even though I'm busy or just don't want to do it. That's when there's an issue.

Lucifer:

"oh~ Luci! You still working?"

You peered over at him at his desk, peaking from the space between the wall and the stair railing

He looked up at you with a tired expression, frowning

"I am, what do you need?"

you trotted down the rest of the steps, walking over to him with a bright smile

A tray in hand with coffee and biscuits and apple slices

"I made these for you, I know it isn't much but you're always working so hard... perhaps I can help?"

Lucifer wasn't too surprised, you were always offering your help whenever you could but it still surprised him you were so quick to offer

He didn't know how you had all that energy to face the day and then do more for others but he always enjoyed your company

"be my guest."

You grabbed a mini stool and sat beside him, you'd read over papers with him, massaging his hand whenever you noticed it cramped

He shared the snacks you got him and even revealed the mini snack draw he had in his desk

He put a finger to his lips with a smile

"don't tell my brother's, this will be just between you and me."

He showed you what he had and you picked whatever caught your fancy, happily eating as you looked over the papers

Mammon:

He wasn't use to Someone being nice to him so when you came along and offered acts of service - he was blown away!

Even over time he wasn't really use to it

Speaking of you and your acts or service; you were whistling a happy tune

A thick wallet in your pocket, you headed straight to mammons room

It was as if he could smell the money, he rushed to your side and started eyeing the wallet

"Stop peeking - it's a gift."

He looked at you confused but was grinning

"oh? The great Mammon can't refuse a gift!"

You placed the wallet in his hand, he let out a yelp at the weight of it

It was completely loaded!!! It was stuffed with money!

He couldn't believe it - it had to be a trick! There was no way you were giving him this much money!

"Are ya playing with me? Ha ha human."

"no tricks, you've been struggling with your debt to the witch's so I thought I'd help, I heard you've been getting in trouble with Lucifer more because of it so I wanted to help!"

He didn't even realize he teared up, he jumped towards you and hugged you close

Nuzzling your faces together as he hugged you tight

"You-! YOU DAMN HUMAN- NO YOU ANGEL! YOU'RE THE BEST THING THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME!"

You patted his arm, laughing and it wasn't long before he was planning to spend a big splurge on you despite his issues with money already

Levithan:

He was shuffling into his room, headphones on and just starting to calm down

Today was hectic so he was happy to finally be back home

"Evening! Don't worry, I still used the secret password."

"HUH-?! THAT'S NOT- WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?!"

He threw his headphones off, face bright red

He should of known you were up to something, you kept humming whenever you entered his room

Talking about cleaning up after himself but he kept forgetting due to getting distracted

"I noticed it's gotten really messy so I decided to clean it for you but before you say anything, I know you hate when it's cleaned because you don't know where anything so I've labelled where everything has been stored if it's changed places."

He was still upset, he REALLY hated it when things are changed without him knowing first

But he looked around the room and sure enough, things were still in the cupboards and places he stacked them in and the labels were correct

Everything was completely organized! All the piled up ramen was even gone!

He exhaled a long breathe calming himself down, he was happy - really really happy

"Thanks.... just - can we arrange something next time? But I do like what you did! It looks nice - it's much better now!"

"of course, I'll ask next time - also~ I got you some special ruri-chan themed chips in hopes to make you feel better."

He moves before he knows it, hugging you tight

"STAY WITH ME FOREVER!!!!"

He's definitely embarassed afterwards and gets you out of his room before he makes himself look more like a love sick fool

But don't worry, he texts you wanting to hang out later

Satan:

Satan has been locked in his room after having a big outburst earlier that day

He got overwhelmed from all the noises and threw a book at mammon

You waited awhile before going after him, wanting him to calm down and looked after mammons sore head

You grabbed the book he threw, making a nice calming tea and even made some Apple pie

When you knocked his door he freezed

"Who is it-?! Lucifer, I'm not in the mood for your scolding-"

"it's just me, I got you something!"

He opened the door for you, letting you inside

His room looked clean for once - you didn't doubt he continued his rage into his room and cleaned up to calm down

You offered him a smile, placing the tray on his bed

"I hope you like it, I made it myself."

He looked at the fresh apple pie, his stomach rumbling at the mere sight of it

"you did this...for me? Didn't I scare you?"

You hummed, sitting close to him

"yeah a little but everyone has their bad days, you having one doesn't change anything - though you do need to apologize to mammon."

He sat down by his bed, placing the tray on his lap

"you're right I do, thank you for not just seeing me as some angry creature....I didn't intend to blow up like that."

You patted his arm, still smiling

You two sat together, you read his book for him whilst he ate and drank

He was very bashful at how supportive you are but that was you, you've always been so quick to offer help or do things for people ever since you've arrived

You were good to him, he'll always appreciate that

Asmodeus:

His love language is affection and words

Yours is acts of service

It's perfect!

Though, when it was established you were quick to help and offer your service - prepare for MANY innuendos

He'll come skipping to you, draping himself off the nearest object and asking if you want to help him de-stress

Most of the time you just have spa days or lay around doing nothing

You decided to treat him today seeing as exams were stressing him out

"Asmo! Won't you help me? I have this lovely new-"

He's skidding as he appears in the doorway, ready to do whatever you want

But you just grinned, knowing your plan worked

You grabbed him and shoved him into a chair

Before he knew it; his hair was tied up and his jacket and scarf has disappeared

"oh? What's all this about? Does my love want some special care?"

"nope, I just want to look after you today~ you've been stressing over exams so much, I wanted to treat you like a prince."

He had the biggest grin on his face after that

And treated like a prince he was

You did his skin routine, brushed his hair and curled it

If he even mentioned being thirsty you were straight to getting him a nice refreshing drink

If you're able to - please carry him bridal style - he will love every second of it

"you treat me so well, I know I'm already a blessing to this demonic world but you're just pure light."

He's so love sick, an absolute fool in love

"nonsense, I'm just helping you like usual."

Which is true, you were always being helpful to him

Thats why he loved doing whatever he could for you

"Never leave the Devildom, I couldn't bare not seeing your beautiful face everyday."

You just laughed, massaging his face and gave him a quick kiss

Beezlebub:

Another person who does acts of service as a love language

Though, do forgive him if he forgets due to hunger - he'll immediately make it up to you

At this point he's become a subconscious challenge/game of service - always trying to one up each other

Currently, he was really anxious about his up coming game

It was the biggest one that R.A.D was having and was against a smaller school in the Devildom

The brothers all agreed to come watch him play and even made banners and levi brought glowsticks

You were no were to be seen

The weeks running up to the game you were always busy and whilst you still do some things for him here or there - you were mostly out of the house

But it was but a long lasting plan

You planned on supporting him the best way you could!

When he finally rolled onto the field he felt dread when he didn't spot you in the crowd

He couldn't stop frowning until he saw you, shaking pom poms and running with the cheersquad

That's right, you joined the cheer team to show your support for the lovely demon

"I WANT TO DEDICATE A CHEER TO OUR STAR PLAYER - BEEZLEBUB!!!"

He's so flustered and absolutely shining with joy under his helmet

As soon as he could he came running towards you and hugged you tight

"I was so worried I did something that made you drift away....you did this for me?"

"of course! I'm sorry I made you worried, I wanted to surprise you."

He had to take off his helmet after trying to nuzzle your face, you yelped when it bonked you

"This is the best thing anyone has done for me, thank you (Y/N)."

"you're welcome, now go win that game! Prove those losers that R.A.D is the best school around!"

It was no surprised that R.A.D won

The players all cheered and partied, inviting the band and cheerleaders to celebrate with them

But you decided to have a sleepover with Beelzebub, feeding him plenty of tasty foods as your own type of celebration

"Open wide."

You almost choked on the cake basically shoved in your mouth, laughing as frosting covered your nose and cheeks

You got your revenge but he happily licked what he could

This is the best celebration he could ever get

All because of you!

Belphegor:

Even if your love language wasn't acts or service, you definitely got in the habit of doing it with this guy

He was spoilt from always being carried and pampered by his twin

He could get away with sleeping anywhere as long as he got things done and good grades

But you were always the helpful human, giving him snacks or fluffing his pillows

He's joked about getting a bell so he could call you whenever he needed you

That never happened

"Belphie!! You awake? I got something for you."

He immediately popped his head up and waved to get your attention

You showed him the cup of hot mocha you've recently made; sweet and delicious and has an extra kick to help with keeping awake

"Smells delicious, you made this?"

"yep! Now drink up, we got plans today."

He happily drunk it, feeling more awake with every gulp

By the end of the Cup he was absolutely overjoyed from the taste

Though you almost groaned in frustration when he yawned, so happy that he got sleepy

"you have anymore~? I could drink loads of these- make me more, you know how to make them, I'm too sleepy - it's your fault I'm sleepy."

You flicked his head

Reminding him to not act like a brat

But you did make him more and throughout the day you'd give him a large cup

You needed to do studies and make sure belphegor kept his grades up - Lucifer's orders

But he was already a star pupil regardless so you weren't sure why you had to

But spending time with your favourite demon was never an issue, regardless of his attitude

"We need to do this more, I love it when you look after me."

"I know, now write your answer, I need proof you're working so I don't get strung up."

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frogtanii · 3 years

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in the beginning, when you had decided on being bold and not taking the shit from your housemates, it was brutal. well, brutal was an understatement.

from insults about your weight to your character, to even how you only got sponsorships cause old men probably thought you were cute (for whatever reason) meiko had to add at the end.

and those days were the hardest. a whole group of people stacked against you, delivering blow after blow and adding pile after pile onto your plate of insecurities.

some days were tame, some days were bad. those were the days assume especially sought you out. but if there was one thing you were good at it, it was not letting anyone in that godforsaken house find you.

you could be anywhere, from sneaking out to that McDonalds he knows you like, that's miles away from them the house, to the gym just downstairs.

so atsumu decided to check their first, and to his surprise there you were. music blaring in the soundproofed room, music that could only be described as something you only listen to when you were pissed off practically shaking the room.

you were running on the treadmill, sweat dripping down your skin, hair swaying, feet pounding. he could tell you had been at this for a bit.

“...(name)?” you got startled, stumbling a bit on the whirring machine, you quickly lifted yourself, letting your feet rest on the sides while you quickly finished your session on the treadmill.

“shit... uhm sorry i’ll be leaving.” you were quick to step off the treadmill, legs buckling a bit at the change of pace.

“no! no, you’re fine... i wanted to check up on you. actually.” your eyes snapped open, sending him a cursory glare, once overing him before locking back onto his face.

“what do you mean?” your music had since been quieted, the gym now silent except for the awkward conversation and your harsh breathing.

“they, they said some fucked up shit today. no one just forgets that.” you sighed, at least you knew for sure he didn't see you running to your room with tears in your eyes earlier.

“im surprised you aren't completely and utterly enchanted by meiko.” atsumu saw the way you rolled your eyes at her name.

“nah, she’s a bit of a bitch huh? her pussy’s probably really fucking dry.” your loud laugh made him smile faintly. with a laugh as angelic as that, he was mad he didn't get to hear it more often. it stamped into his brain and he would never forget it. he wanted you to laugh more.

“oh dude, so fucking dry. i mean if you’re railing almost 10 guys on the daily? desperate times i guess.” you spoke freely, atsumu could tell you were loosening up. he was glad.

“do you maybe wanna, play smash or something with me? you seem cool as hell, and im sick of meiko dragging you constantly. the fan behavior is sickening.” you laughed once again.

“oh my god! for real! like, say you’re my biggest fan and go!”

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just a little thing! how i hc atsumu and (name) becoming besties 🥺 i was inspired by the sakusa cleaning up your wounds drabble! i love poker face sm and you’re such a wonderful author. take your time babes, i know daily uploads suck! mwah mwah kith kith. im also gonna take a pseudonym if thats okay! i think i’ll just do strawberry mochi !!

- strawberry mochi 🍓

AHHH THIS IS SO GOOD BESTIE WTF POST THIS SKDJKDKD WOWIEEE UR V TALENTED <333

#j’s asks #anons babey #℗ poker face #strawberry mochi anon

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ackerfics · 3 years

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hellooo i love ur works sm <3 ! can you do reader decluttering her space then finding handwritten letters from her ex, erwin? i just wanted some angst today 😩

they stare at me like souvenirs — erwin smith

— erwin smith x female reader (modern au | college au)

— warnings: angst

— summary: you are starting over in a place. as you are packing your stuff away, you encounter a pile of letters that you never thought you'd open after cutting ties with the person who called you their 'one and only'.

— word count: 3.4k

— notes: ahhh thank you !! <3 this is my first time writing for erwin and i am excited tbh djwdnj i hope i capture the atmosphere of your request, anon. this is actually a very similar situation with my roommate back in senior year of high school and i can't help but miss those times when we'd buy drinks (if you know what i mean ;>>) from the convenience store so that she can vent and let loose in our room, just bc she saw the handwritten letters her partner gave her. with that little fun fact aside, happy reading !! <33

Graduating from college can be a bittersweet moment if you look deeper into it.

As much as you can finally breathe after stressing for four years, constant days of suffering from sleep deprivation and coffee palpitations; you can't also help but long for impromptu road trips, late-night Facetimes, and worrying over your grades with your best friends. They were moments that you want to rewind for the sake of experiencing them again. Your entire room shows so many trinkets that are connected to the memories that made your college years golden. As you are standing in the middle of the messy four-walled space, your eyes skim over the photographs pinned on the board positioned above your desk.

Large smiles of Hange shine through. The jaded expression of Levi looking at you in some of the pictures becomes a contrast to the rest of the friend group. Mike's corny poses which remind you of your dad.

And you, wrapped in the arms of a contented Erwin, caught in the middle of a hearty laugh.

You quickly look away, taking a deep breath while rolling the sleeves of your blouse to your elbows. Final days in the University of Paradis meant moving out of residences, your chosen field far away from the place you called home for four years. Final days meant saying goodbye to so many people that made you feel special and welcomed. No matter how much you prepare yourself from crying at the thought of moving away, you still feel that something is missing. Something that's in the shape of broad backs and tight embraces, of golden locks and azure jewels, of dancing to retro tunes in the kitchen and whispers of settling down in a newly-bought house. You didn't know it was getting hard to breathe until you feel your throat clog with the hundredth sob.

Nanaba will scold you if she sees you like this.

You shake your head in an attempt of anchoring yourself to the reality that Erwin's promise of being his 'one and only' was never for you. You didn't have hair that smelled like flowers at every whiff. You didn't have a smile that's akin to a siren's song. You didn't have a voice that sounded like a foreign, enrapturing melody.

Transparent flower petals glided on your cheeks, bouquets of cyclamens and yellow carnations making space in your chest. It is only a matter of time that they will overflow, the blossoming pain already spreading through every part of your body. Your hands clenched around some of your clothes, breaths becoming ragged as you tried to regain your bearings. You hate yourself for feeling this way --- how Erwin ruined anybody for you. Nobody can make you feel so alive the way Erwin did. Nobody can enlighten the cosmos for you the way he willingly did. Nobody can compare to him. Not even the people who admitted to having feelings for you way before you started your relationship with the blonde Adonis.

You can never love anybody as the intensity of emotions you feel for Erwin.

The huge suitcase is openly sitting beside your bed, already half-full with the clothes that you choose to bring to your destination. With your closet already done tidying (Levi should feel proud), you turn your attention to your desk. A dry chuckle came out of your lips when you picked up a pile of papers from the most bottom drawer, papers that you pour your sleepless nights to. You skim over every stapled document and full-on laughed when you flip on an annotated essay. It was a miracle how you passed that class. You are convinced that Shadis was a military general before becoming a college professor. Every single paragraph you wrote in sophomore year is marked with a bright red pen. You place them in a box meant for junk and unused supplies. Seeing some of your previous papers lifts your somber mood.

Until you come across a small glass jar filled with small pieces of paper inside the topmost drawer.

You know what's inside of that jar. Even Hange and Levi knew about it, being the ones who suggested it to Erwin.

With a tentative hand, you took the jar from its home, and brush your hand over its lid as if it can take you back to when it was given to you.

In your junior year, you were typing away on your laptop, the stress brought by an elective course visible on your face. You were alone in the confines of the library booth, having excused yourself from Hange in the most gentle way possible because you need to concentrate if you wanted to pass this class. Hange whined about it but if it wasn't for Levi's hard tone, they would have tagged along with you. With a small smile, you thanked Levi, waved goodbye to Hange, and went your merry way to one of the more modern-styled libraries in your university. The only exception to this jovial mood you had was the prospect of squeezing your brain to think about coming up with an exceptional essay. So, here you were, slumped on the plush armchair you picked, the soothing tunes in your earphones contrasting with your stressed-out face.

"I finally found you," the voice you always dreamed of waking up next to whisper in your ear.

You tilted your head to give Erwin a million-dollar smile. "Hey, where were you?"

He occupied the armchair in front of you and took out his reference book, alongside his binder and highlighters. "I was with a study group. You know, the one I told you about --- for Biochemistry." He flipped his binder open, his pen twirling in his dominant hand. "You should've come with me. There was this person that I'm sure you'd love being friends with. You two share this crazed love for sappy romances. I'm thinking it's a great bonding experience if ever you two become friends."

You chuckled. "Give me their number, then. If I'm free, I'm also thinking of giving this a shot and hang out with them."

"Okay, I'll ask her."

You slightly paused. Erwin made friends with a girl. You didn't think much about it since he's friends with Nanaba and a few others so you focused on your computer again.

"I have this idea."

"Hmm?"

Erwin looked at you with the most crystalline eyes, taking your breath away. "Okay, I admit that I didn't think on it by myself but it's the thought that counts, right?"

"Did Hange and Levi help you out?"

He scratched his head with a sheepish smile. "Yeah, you got me." Then, he cleared his throat. "Here goes nothing. For every day starting tomorrow, let's write something on a piece of paper about the things we love about one another, it doesn't matter if they're nonsense or if they're random things. We put these small letters in a small jar we will be picking up in the university mall later when we eat out for dinner. We do this until the day of our anniversary next year. And when that day comes, we exchange the jars. It's up to you if you read one letter per day or if you read them all in one sitting, as long as the messages reach you, that's all that matters to me."

His words ring in your head, the small jar on your lap. You're afraid of what you might find inside. You never opened it, no matter how hard and curious you are. Levi mentioned that if you really wanted to do it, you should but you also shouldn't push yourself. You took his advice and the small jar collected dust in your desk the moment Erwin broke up with you, which was the day after he gave the jar to you. You didn't open it, thinking it will protect yourself but it's inevitable all the same.

You pick one pastel yellow paper, your small heart immediately pinches with that familiar pain you associate with everything Erwin left behind.

--- Everything about you mesmerizes me. I don't know why but the moment you were introduced to me by Hange, you're instantly the captor of my heart.

("Erwin! Levi!" Hange shouted, pulling along a stranger to the said young men.

Levi scrunched his face in distaste, the source of his headache coming closer. "Oh, God, they're here. Bye, Erwin, I have something coming up---"

"Hold it right there, Levi! Sit down." Hange pointed his previously occupied seat, their grip on the person's hand still tight, never letting go, much to the black-haired man's displeasure.

"Stop talking to me like a dog."

Hange ignored Levi and turned to Erwin, who was glancing at the person behind their friend. It was only the start of the second semester but it looked like that Hange found someone they deemed worthy as a friend. Erwin chuckled at the thought that Hange was the designated social butterfly in their little trio. Beside him, Levi was grumbling about being late in his part-time job, which was working as a waiter in his mother's restaurant. Erwin shook his head and fixed their gaze on Hange, anticipation visible in his smile.

"So, care to introduce us to your new friend, Hange?"

The brown-haired person perked up, placing their hands on the stranger's shoulders, putting her in front of them. "This is [Name]! She's so kind, you guys. I invited her to lunch with us since she's been my sitting buddy in our class with Zackley. I know it's only been a week in the second semester but," they blew a raspberry that garnered a pretty laugh from you, "who cares about that. I think I found my platonic soulmate in her. And I almost forgot to mention, she's so pretty!" They all but gushed.

Your cheeks flamed, smile directed at the two men gawking at you. "Hi, I heard so much of you two. You're Levi, right?" The said man nodded with slightly wide eyes. "Nice to meet you." Then, the most beautiful blue eyes met with your curious ones. "Hello, Erwin."

Erwin breathed a dazed laugh. "Hi.")

The next letter came on a pink piece of paper.

--- I love how you place your hand on your chest every time you find something cute. If only you see your face, I think it's the most adorable thing I've ever seen. It looks so pretty on you, that delighted and awed look you got when you do it.

At the message, you purse your lips, your breath shaking as another memory plays in your mind. It's mocking you but you still let it replay. Because God damn it, you now know why that dog was given the name Sunshine. Everything comes back to the reason why Erwin broke up with you.

(You kneeled in front of the puppy with stars in your eyes. It wagged its tail at the attention, tongue peeking through its mouth as it tilted its head to the side, curious of the new person. You cooed at the golden fur and the flopped ears, your hand already reaching out to scratch the puppy's neck. It was a last-minute decision to adopt the dog, with Erwin impulsively turning back to the pet shop without a single word. You were puzzled when you followed him, of course, but when he presented the golden retriever puppy, snug in his chest, you were beaming.

Now, you were sitting on the floor of Erwin's newly-acquired apartment, eager to make acquaintances with the puppy he named Sunshine. You figured it was the perfect name since the dog seemed to embody everything positive with its energetic yet playful nature. You were being gentle with the puppy to make it get used to your presence, with your tactic working.

"Erwin! He's in my lap now!" you gushed in joy, the puppy looking at you with calm eyes. "Aw, look at you, you're such a good boy!" The puppy barked as if he agreed with your words, making you put your hand in your chest from the cuteness. "This is too much for my heart right now. Wait till Hange sees you, Sunshine."

Erwin smiled at the sight of you and his dog playing with each other. Sunshine was nuzzling his head in your neck, something the blonde man also loved doing. With a slight laugh, he called out, "Sunshine, don't take away my favorite person, okay? That's my spot right there you're laying your head right now." He walked to you, sitting behind you with his chest pressed against your back. He put his head on your other shoulder and inhaled your fruity scent. It's strawberries this time. "See, stop hogging my space, Sunshine."

His deep voice resonated on your back, making you tilt your head a little to meet his eyes. "Oh, come on, let Sunshine have his fun. You always nuzzle into my neck every time you see me."

"But he looks cozy there."

"How about this, why don't I stay over tonight so that you can have all my hugs instead, hmm?"

Erwin kissed your temple with a hum. "That's perfect.")

--- You are the personification of the butterflies going alive inside my body. You caused them and molded them into the shape of you. With that, I can't get you out of my mind because every single monarch fluttering its wing against my ribs is each little thing I love about you.

("Erwin, give me your hand."

He looked up at your random request. "Okay?" He still did it.

"Place it against mine."

You hovered your hand in between you, palm facing your boyfriend. He followed your instruction.

"I'm always amazed how big your hand is, Erwin." You giggled, making Erwin's cheek flush with a beautiful shade of rose. "It makes my heart warm for some reason, thinking you can cup both of my hands in yours." You noticed that Erwin was still staring at you with a funny look on his face, almost like he was feeling so many things at once. You laughed, shyly asking because of the intensity of his stare, "Why are you looking at me like that, Erwin?"

"You're so fucking beautiful, did you know that?"

Your face became warm at the compliment. "Oh, stop it. There are so many girls around campus who are leagues better than me."

"But they're not you, though."

"... Okay, what do you want, Erwin."

"I just want to compliment my girlfriend, that's all."

"... I hate you."

"I feel the opposite, darling.")

You crumple the small paper and pick another one.

--- You paint me with so many colors all at once. These colors signify what I feel for you. Color me all you want, [Name]. I want the rest of my life to be your canvas. Make me your masterpiece.

God, why is it that when Erwin says or writes something, flowers come out instead of words? Your jaw clenches at how easily this came from him. How can he casually write this when another person is beginning to worm their way into his heart? You read the small message again and you cover your mouth with your hand, the cries you carefully disguise as sharp breaths, coming out as you expect them to. There's no memory for this one because what he made you feel when you were together, until today, is the same as his message. You let him color you the way he wanted, too, and you didn't even know there was someone else in his mind the whole time he did it.

You feel cheated.

You furiously wipe the tears on your cheeks, choosing to torture yourself once again. As each message becomes crumpled on the spot beside you, your chest hurts so much. Why are you doing this to yourself? If your friends see you right now, they might never want anything to do with you. Here you are, crying your heart out to the messages Erwin left in this little jar, clutching on them like they're your lifeline.

--- You cradle me with so much care that I smile so wide even if I feel blue.

--- You are the most beautiful girl I know, now and forever.

--- Eternity is the word I think of when you come to my mind.

--- When you wear my clothes, it develops something warm in my chest. What would it be like to see you in our future kitchen together, dressed only in my shirt as you make your special breakfast? Just the thought of that sends me to celestial heights. I love you so much.

--- What would it be like to finally wake up beside you in our shared home? I've always dreamed of that ever since you said yes to me.

--- You're so kind.

Kind enough to let everything slide. Kind enough to be friends with the person he suggested, Marie. Kind enough to advise Marie on her unrequited love with a person you didn't know at that time.

--- I love the patience that you have.

You're so patient with Erwin, waiting for him to tell you the truth that he doesn't see you as his 'one and only' anymore. You waited so hard, looking at him with your star-filled eyes but he never said anything. You knew it from another one of Marie's friends, Carly Stratmann. How Erwin became even closer with Marie and how pitiful you look, like a kicked puppy because Carly mentioned that Erwin called Marie 'Sunshine' --- you also discovered that it inspired Erwin to name his dog that.

You didn't even know if what you felt was patience or denial at that point.

--- You have the biggest heart among the people I know.

You have the biggest heart that you forgave him and told him he did nothing wrong when he talked to you for the last time.

--- I don't know why but I ache at the thought of losing you.

He did.

Hange and Levi didn't know what to do and whose side to choose.

Hange chose to stay in the middle.

--- I'm sorry.

Were the words he said to you when he poured out that he started gaining feelings for Marie months after they started going together in this study group.

And it's the last piece of paper you read from the small jar.

The world outside you starts to pour. How fitting. Everything starts to become cold, seeping through the walls of your room until the chill reaches you, creeping through part of your body. You curse Erwin in your head for making you feel this way. However, you claw your chest when you realize that Marie doesn't deserve to have swords thrown at her. She has the biggest heart --- so kind, patient, caring, beautiful, and a girl worthy of the word eternity. It hurts so much that you can't be angry at such a sweet person. Instead, you direct your anger at yourself. You start blaming yourself for not breaking ties with Erwin sooner, knowing how much Marie became his object of adoration the moment he told you how she liked the same genre of books like him.

You don't know how long you've been crying.

It lasts until your eyes give out, only staring at the barren board you pinned your pictures on.

"I knocked on your door but you didn't answer." A tentative voice comes from the entrance of your room. "I just let myself in, if you don't mind."

You turn your head to Levi --- his declaration of having a crush on you during sophomore year echoing like a migraine.

"Hey," he murmurs, making his way to you and sitting on your bed. He wraps his arm around you, placing your head on his chest. "Let it out." Levi lets you cry again, hands clutching the fabric of his top, with him not caring if his sweater becomes stained with your tears. He gently leans his head on the top of your head as your sobs make him tightly close his eyes. "I don't care if I know Erwin first, seeing you hurting ... my mind's telling me to stay by your side instead. You shouldn't feel this way. If it were me --- fuck, what am I saying? You don't need this bullshit right now." He says in your hair the next moment, "I'm always here --- remember that, brat."

Cyclamens and yellow carnations slowly become delphiniums and proteas.

#anons 💌🥰#attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan imagines #erwin smith x reader #erwin smith #erwin x reader #snk x reader #snk imagines #snk x you #snk #snk erwin #aot x reader #aot #erwin x y/n #erwin x you #erwin angst #snk x y/n

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sleepysnk · 3 years

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Hey Summer! I am the one shot fan here and I thought of a cute request idea. How about a one shot where Levi has a daughter [reader] and she brings her to work with him and she spends the day with him 🙈 Levi is super overprotective of her and the vets and his squad are so surprised how soft he acts around her 😪 Hanji, Erwin, and Mike are like the reader's family as well and it's a super heartwarming day ☀️ I hope you like this one and thank you for how awesome u are :]

AHHH OMG THIS IS SO CUTEEE dad Levi is so amazing ugh. thank you sm for this! i hope you enjoy! ♡

Dad!Levi x Daughter!Reader: Levi's Daughter

Warnings: None

"(Y/N). Please sit down. You're going to hurt yourself" Levi said and looked at his daughter.

She nodded at him and ran over to his side. Levi picked up his now 5 year-old daughter (Y/N), and placed her on his lap. He wanted to take care of her today, her mother was pretty stressed out being alone and dealing with her craziness. Levi decided to give her a break and bring her to work with him.

Levi couldn't ask for a better daughter, she was so adorable, and she wasn't like any bratty child he had seen on the street. He was thankful his daughter had manners.

"Daddy, what are you doing?" she asked and pointed at the work on his desk.

He nodded. "It's paperwork sweetheart, daddy has to finish it" he replied and smiled a bit.

She looked around his office, this was the first time she had been there since being an infant. Erwin, Mike, and Hanji all knew about her. They absolutely fell in love with her when they saw her for the first time, she had Levi's grey eyes, and her mothers (h/c) hair.

Levi was never one to show emotions, but when it came to (Y/N) it was different. His daughter made him soft, she was so adorable, he just couldn't resist. She always had the oddest things to say and he found them to be quite hilarious.

"Hey Levi!" Hanji said as she opened the door to his office.

She stopped and looked at (Y/N). "Is that (Y/N)?! Oh my god! Levi she is so cute" she said and ran over to the child.

(Y/N) smiled as Hanji came over to her. Levi looked at Hanji annoyed. "Hey four eyes! Be careful with her, don't hurt her" he said as she picked her up.

Hanji looked at him. "I would never hurt your daughter! She's so cute! She's gotten so big too" she replied and pinched her cheeks.

Levi was very protective of her. (Y/N) was too little to know about what this world was like, and he didn't want her to get hurt. He's had a few nightmares about it, and it's haunted him for awhile.

"Hey. What's all the noise?" Erwin asked as he entered Levi's office.

He looked over at the child Hanji had in her arms. "Oh! Hey Erwin! Guess who's here hanging with her daddy?" Hanji said and smiled.

Erwin walked over and smiled. "Is this (Y/N)? Levi I haven't seen her in forever" he said and looked at his daughter.

"(Y/N)? You remember Erwin right?" Levi asked and walked over to her.

She nodded her head. "Erwin" she replied and looked at the blonde man. "Daddy.. why are his eyebrows so big?" she asked and made eyebrows with her hands.

Hanji started laughing her ass off. "Even she knows! Ha!" she said and looked at her.

Hanji placed her on the ground. "I can see where it comes from" Erwin said and looked at Levi.

The dark-haired man rolled his eyes. "She's well behaved, trust me it's her mother" he said and crouched down near his daughter.

"I knew she was here" Mike said and entered his office.

(Y/N) stared up mesmerized at how tall Mike was. "Giant! You're so tall" she said and pointed at him.

He chuckled. "It's been so long Levi, why haven't you brought her around?" he asked and nodded.

Levi crossed his arms. "She was a baby, she needed her mom, plus I didn't have much time back then" he replied and picked her up.

"Daddy when is mommy coming?" she asked and looked at him.

He sighed. "Not for awhile pumpkin" he replied and ruffled her hair.

"I bet she's quite the handful now! Look at how she's grown. I remember seeing her as a baby" Hanji said and smiled at her.

(Y/N) reached her arms out trying to go for Hanji. "Daddy! I wanna hangout with Hanji" she said and looked at the brunette.

Levi sighed. "Alright (Y/N), be careful though" he said and handed her to Hanji.

Hanji smiled as she held her close. "You're so cute! (Y/N), consider me your aunt" she said.

"Yay! Auntie!" she said and hugged her.

Levi couldn't help but smile at how adorable she was. Erwin and Mike noticed this, and they instantly started to laugh.

"What?" Levi asked as the men laughed.

Erwin crossed his arms. "Oh nothing, I've just never seen you smile before." he said and nodded.

"Yeah, it's kind of surprising" Mike said and leaned back on the wall.

Levi crossed his arms and leaned against his desk. "Shut up" he said and looked at (Y/N).

He hadn't noticed that Hanji had slipped out of the room with her, Levi started to get nervous. Hanji could sometimes not be the most responsible, and he didn't want (Y/N) to get hurt. He was a very protective dad and it would for sure piss her mom off if their daughter complained about something.

"Where did Hanji go?" Levi asked and looked at Erwin and Mike.

The two both shrugged. "She probably took her to get her something to eat, relax Levi" Erwin said and looked at him.

Relax? How could anyone relax? It's HANJI. "I can't relax Erwin, she's my daughter" he replied and exited his office.

He began searching the halls for his daughter, he just wanted her in his sight. That's all that mattered to him.

"Shitty glasses? Where are you?" Levi asked and stopped when he heard giggling.

He stopped and went towards her office, he saw (Y/N) sitting on her desk chair. Hanji was showing her some of her stuff she had in there.

"This is a pen (Y/N). You use it to write" she said and handed it to her.

Levi walked in and crossed his arms. "Ahem" he said and looked at her.

Hanji turned around and nervously smiled. "Hey Levi! How ya doing?" she asked and rubbed the back of her neck.

(Y/N) sat looking at the pen. "Daddy! Look what Auntie Hanji gave me" she said and held the pen out to her dad.

He nodded. "That's nice (Y/N), but we should go back to my office okay? I have tons of pens there" he said and picked her up.

Hanji rolled her eyes. "Lame! I'm stealing her again later" she said and watched as the two exited her office.

Levi carried her back to his office. He shut the door and put her on the couch in his office, she was looking around.

"Why did you take me back? Hanji was fun daddy!" she said and crossed her arms.

Levi crouched down in front of her. "(Y/N) you need to be in my sight. If you're not, someone I don't know might take you. Mommy and daddy wouldn't like that" he replied and smiled at her.

She nodded. "Oh! Okay! I get it" she said and looked at him.

He stood up. "After I get done doing my work we can go see Hanji again, okay?" he said.

She smiled excitedly. "Okay! Yay!" she replied and swung her legs on the couch.

Levi really had the perfect daughter. He couldn't be happier.

#anime #attack on titan #aot x reader #aot x y/n #aot imagines #aot fanfiction #snk x y/n #snk x reader #snk imagines #snk fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #levi ackerman #levi x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #anime fanfic

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aiiwa · 3 years

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hewwooooo i recently just found your blog and i had to gobble up every single content here bc u write so well 😭😭😭 congrats for 500!!! deserve!!! and deserve more!!! for fmk (if you're still doing them) um, what about kenma, kuroo, and akaashi? don't forget to stay safe! i hopr your days are always as lovely as you are mwa

ahhh you’re so sweet 🥺🥺🥺 thank you so much baby 💖 thank you for being the first to give me kenma hsdkdkkd i love him sm

FUCK - kozume kenma. y’all have no idea how much i love him.

when kenma had suggested you join him once a week for one of his streams, it was a bit of a surprise. you were by no means a gamer, only knowing the mere basics, but kenma had told you it was his fans who asked him to have you join in. they would see you randomly pop up while he was playing; bringing him snacks, giving him a kiss goodnight, or even clowning kenma for having a mini rage at a rare loss.

you had agreed, there was nothing better than spending time with your boyfriend doing something he loves - yet you were ignorant to the glint in his golden eyes as you smiled sweetly at him, and left to get ready. if only you knew kenma’s true intentions, then you could’ve been prepared for your current situation.

sitting in his lap now, the camera was focused on your expression, while his thick cock was buried balls deep inside your drooling cunny. you were all breathy moans, with his chin resting on your shoulder and muttering the filthiest things in your ear as you tried to talk to his followers as normally as possible. and when he rutted into you, you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“haaa~ k-kenma...please.” you whine, throwing your head back. you can hear the comment section notifications popping up, but kenma leans forward, mumbling a hasty excuse before ending the stream.

“you really couldn’t wait a bit longer, y/n?” at his question, you shake your head, crying out as his fingers circle your swollen clit. “hmm, guess i won this game then. now i want my prize, want you to cum all over me.”

MARRY - akaashi keiji. who wouldn’t want to marry him. fun fact - before iwa, i was all about akaashi hngggg.

out of the many things you loved about your husband, his dedication was something you came to admire greatly. it was all clear through his love for you, the way he cared for his friends, and his drive to succeed in his career. but his work ethic meant many caffeine filled late nights with early morning starts to repeat the cycle.

and it really became more obvious the past month. the bags under his eyes were more prominent, less time was spent in bed with you, and almost every other day he was running to the store to restock on coffee. so you decided to stage an intervention on a day you both had off, though akaashi was busying himself in his study.

“keiji, honey.” you called, entering the room, hot cup of chamomile tea in your hand. he was hunched over some paper work, but straightened up as you approached him. “i made you some tea.”

“thank you, love.” when you made no move to leave, he only stared up at you questioningly.

“why don’t you come and rest with me for a while.” as he opens his mouth, most likely to decline, you cut him off. “it wasn’t a suggestion, keiji. come with me.”

leading the way to your living room, you plop yourself down on the comfort of your sofa, patting your thigh and inviting your husband to rest on you. a soft, tired smile graces his pretty mouth, as he stretches out on top of you, sliding his torso between your legs, and smushing his cheek to your chest. it’s so peaceful and quiet, that only a few minutes later do you hear his light, muffled snores.

running your fingers through his curls, you cluck your tongue, cuddling him closer to you. “married a crazy workaholic...tch, next time you’re tired you better sleep, before i drag you to bed and never let you go.”

KISS - kuroo tetsurou. i have like three more fmk’s for kuroo hehe, so he can have a kith. a chaotic one lmao.

coming across of box of free kittens outside your apartment complex, there was absolutely no way you could turn away from the golden eyes peaking up at you. its fluffy, ink coloured fur almost akin to kuroo’s hair, had you reaching in and bringing the kitty back home.

your boyfriend couldn’t even say anything to protest suddenly having a pet, not with the way your eyes shone as you held the kitten in your arms like a baby. and it was definitely treated as such; months of your cooing and cuddling, had turned into a year. the male cat adored you, lived for your attention, but he despised kuroo. most likely because he had named the kitty, ‘bill nya the science cat,’ even though not once had the cat ever responded to such a name.

but the two main males in your life were at a constant war for your attention. the day before your cat had wrapped himself around your shoulders as you lounged out on the couch, hissing when kuroo had tried to steal you away, before licking at your cheek and glaring at the man.

and today it was kuroo wrapped around you, toned arm hooked underneath your head. you were just trying to watch your show, when you felt his tongue lick a clean stripe across your cheek. shooting your hand up to wipe at your cheek, your glare was unnoticed as he was set in an intense stare off with the black kitty; winning as your cat huffed, and ran off to hide away.

“was that necessary?” your answer came in the proud smirk kuroo was wearing. “stop fighting with my baby.”

“oh so he’s your baby?”

“tetsu-”

leaning down, his pink tongue darted out to lick the pout of your bottom lip, before he fully presses against you for a kiss. it starts to become heated, hands roaming freely, and just as you’re about to wrap your legs around his waist - your cat appears out of nowhere, leaping onto kuroo’s back and biting at the back of his head. kuroo yells out as they tumble to the floor; and all you can do is laugh, before moving to break them apart. the two of them really were your babies.

FMK CLOSED.

#💖 nona hits 500 #anonnie❣️#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu smut #kenma x reader #akaashi x reader #kuroo x reader

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softyoongiionly · 4 years

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Portraits of a Tiger || 04

Legends of a great and equally terrifying warrior nicknamed the Tiger have been emerging from your fellow villagers for quite sometime. Stories of his skill, his stealth and his supposed wickedness have been passed around to the point where he is more prophecy than person. You have lived your life with a strong sense of conviction, rarely letting gossip influence your opinion. However, you would be lying if you said that his legacy didn’t intrigue you. When the Tiger and his infamous army arrive in your village to refuel, you come face to face with the man behind the myth.

And no amount of marketplace gossip would ever be enough to capture the true complexity of his nature.

Pairing: Merchant! Reader x Warrior! Yoongi

Genre: Adventure, Romance, Smut (later), Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 8k

Warnings: language, depictions of violence both verbal and physical however they are fairly mild, mentions of war and power dynamics, there will be smut in future parts so, (18+ only please).

A/N: ahhh yes romance is in the air lads. I hope you like this new part!!! I’m having so much fun writing this series for you guys :) LOVE YOUUUUU

As always, a HUGE shoutout to my beautiful friend Rachel @bulletproofbirdy for her assistance with this fic. I love you sm and I hope you especially like what I’ve done with the place >:)

It’s been a few days.

Nothing of substance has happened since the night you kissed Yoongi by the river other than a clear shift in your relationship with him.

He doesn’t treat you differently in front of the patrons at the market nor does he spare more than a glance your way when you’re delivering bread.

But every night, without fail: you meet by the river.

You speak about things that seem too heavy for the daylight: war, peace, hope, loss...

He listens to your thoughts and offers many of his own but the night always ends with his lips on yours.

His hands moving across your body as if he’s trying to learn every inch of you.

Whilst you’d happily have him against a tree or down on the mushy floor of the riverbed, Yoongi always stops things before they go to far.

He whispers promises of a night without boundaries in a place you both can call your own.

He tells you that when the time is right, he will give you everything you deserve and more.

You agree with him despite the desire that rages in your body.

You know it’s best to wait until things are more concrete between the two of you.

So you part ways every time and spend the rest of the night longing for one another until sleep finally offers you momentary peace.

Until the dreams begin...

Today however, you are concerned with someone else’s dreams.

Namely, your dear friend, your original confident, the smartest gal in the world: Rachel.

After your first rendezvous with Yoongi, you had rushed over to her home and spent the better half of the night gushing about the kiss.

Of course, she had been over the moon for you and the two of you had jumped around her living room like a bunch of excited schoolgirls.

However, towards the end of the conversation, particularly when Jungkook’s name was brought up she had grown slightly somber.

Although their interaction had been brief, the chemistry was palpable and as much you had faith in your friend’s abilities, you didn’t foresee her making a move on him.

So- you have decided to take matters into your own hands.

With a basket full of fresh bread, you walk down the dirt path towards their camp to begin the initial phase of your plan.

It was unlike the members to be absent from the fields surrounding their tents but, you presume it’s because training had concluded for the day.

You expected to see Namjoon out on their bench cribbling in his journal but, there is no one to be found.

There is a bit of anxiety that comes over you as thoughts creep in of the day that this area truly is abandoned.

The day Yoongi and his battalion move on.

Deep in your gut, dread begins to grow but you force yourself to take a deep breath and focus on the objective at hand.

You tug the bell to signal your arrival expecting Seokjin’s boisterous presence to greet you but, instead you hear a bit of shuffling before a hand slips out between the cloth to tug open the entrance.

Immediately, your heart ignites in a fit within your chest at the sight before you.

Yoongi stands there, body completely rid of his normal attire, with only a pair of tight-fitting long johns adorning his figure.

His hair is out of his usual updo and pushed away from his face, long platinum tendrils cascading down his strong chest.

“Oh- hi...” You cough as the tone of your voice is audibly strained.

He smirks, his eyes lighting up as he sees you, “Good evening. Delivery?”

A jagged nod comes from you as you extend the basket towards him, “Yes. Here you go, I added some-”

Yoongi’s lips are on yours then, interrupting your sentence, one of his hands taking the basket whilst his other hand settles on your cheek.

As usual, his lips eliminate any thought in your head unrelated to him, your body going slightly limp beneath his touch.

He lingers for a moment before pulling away, his brown eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

“This color is beautiful on you.” He murmurs nodding to your dress and pecking your lips once more, “did you make this?”

You smile, licking the taste of him off your lips, “Thank you. My mom made it for me last spring.”

He grins, “She’s very talented.” He lifts the basket, “This is a wonderful thing to wake up to, my men are going to destroy it.”

You giggle, raising your brows, “Late night?”

“Very. We were out until sunrise.” He explains, “Much of our training is nocturnal and the forests around here allowed us to teach the new recruits some important skills; we all slept a little later than I anticipated...” He chuckles sheepishly, glancing behind him before his eyes fall upon you once more, “It’s nice seeing you in the daylight.”

You giggle, “Is it? That’s a relief, I feared that maybe the moonlight and the beauty of the river was what kept you coming back every night...”

Yoongi’s lips twitch as he adjusts the basket on his arm, “I think you know very well what keeps me coming back.”

Before you can offer another flirtatious quip, a ball of fluffy black hair shoves its way through the opening of the tent.

It’s Jungkook and he looks as though he hasn’t been awake for more than 30 seconds.

“Hyung- is the bread...” He mumbles sleepily before his eyes widen as they spot you, “Oh- I’m sorry...” He bows his head, “I didn’t mean to interrupt. Good uh...” He squints up at the sky, his lips pouted slightly, “Good evening Y/N.”

You bow your head, offering a smile, “Good evening. You didn’t interrupt at all, I was actually looking to speak with you when you have time. I know you’ve just woken up so, I can come back later...”

Jungkook’s cheeks heat up involuntarily as he steps behind Yoongi a little more, “Alone?”

Yoongi eyes you curiously, “What do you want with the boy?”

He chuckles at his younger brother who looks both intrigued and frightened all at once.

“We don't have to be alone.” You assure him, a bit of laughter leaving your lips, “It’s about my friend-”

“Rachel?” He assumes, wide-eyed, “Is she ok?”

You smirk knowingly, “She is. I was actually going to inquire whether or not you were interested in her but, I think I have my answer.”

“Ah- “ Yoongi interjects, looking at you pointedly, “You’re here to play matchmaker for my little brother?” He looks amused, his deep gaze boring into your own as he speaks again, “Don’t you have your hands full with another endeavor?”

The depth in his tone sends a bit of electricity up your spine and, you’re thankful that Jungkook doesn’t pick up on the bit of suggestion in his voice.

He’s hung up on your reply and aching to know more.

So timidly he says, “Is she- maybe...interested in me?”

Averting your gaze away from Yoongi, you nod towards Jungkook, “I have a feeling she’s more than interested. However, she is incredibly stubborn and refuses to acknowledge the way you look at her. So naturally-” You gesture to yourself fluidly, “I decided to come here and ask you myself.”

“Naturally.” Yoongi agrees, his lips twitching, “Well, I don’t want to intrude on your plan so-”

As he tries to retreat back into the tent, you stop him with a raised hand, “Actually. I need your help after I speak with Jungkook so, don’t go far.”

Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head, “You’re aware that I oversee a battalion of 20,000 men, correct?”

With a shrug, you gesture for Jungkook to come closer before throwing an incredulous look Yoongi’s way, “Romance waits for no one...”

“Neither does war.” He retorts with a smirk.

"In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity.” You remind him, quoting a famous war strategist, “It won’t take long anyhow, plenty of time to return to your post, General.”

Jungkook, who has been zoning out for the last minute or so raises his brows at your tone, his lips parting in curiosity and glancing towards Yoongi.

He doesn’t hear people quarrel with Yoongi often, even if they are joking so, hearing you speak so candidly to him causes him to wonder just how close the two of you have gotten.

If Yoongi is impressed by your knowledge, he doesn’t show it. But what he does do is raise his brows whilst his teeth secure themselves to his bottom lip.

“Make it quick.” He insists sharply despite the excitement dancing through his gaze.

Before you have the opportunity to respond, he disappears behind the curtain, leaving you alone with Jungkook.

“Hyung must really like you...” He observes softly, pursing his lips, “He isn’t the type to joke around with new people.”

Stifling a smirk, you shrug and gesture to the bench in front of their tent, “That’s a shame. Your hyung has quite the sense of humor. Now- I know you don’t have a lot of time, so I’ll make this quick.” You begin as the two of you sit, “Normally I’d like to approach a situation like this with a bit more class but to be frank, you won’t be in town long and after the way I saw you looking at Rachel, I don’t think you’ll mind my intervention.”

Jungkook blushes, his fingers coming up to tuck a piece of hair behind his ear, “Ke-Keep your voice down, I don’t want my hyungs to hear about this...” He pleads, “They’ll tease me relentlessly.”

You allow yourself the grin now, admiring how shy he is but you concede not wanting to embarrass him.

“Do you not want them to know you’re courting someone?”

He shakes his head, “No I just don’t want them to know until I speak with her first. I know you say she’s interested but- I'd still like to hear it from her. My hyungs will pester me about it constantly and if she ends up rejecting me, I don’t really want to be reminded about it.”

“I understand.” You concede, “I don’t think you have anything to worry about. I’m sure I’ve never seen her behave this way around a man before. It’s unlikely she will reject you...”

“Still-” He insists, the color on his cheeks deepening, “it's possible. I never assume people’s opinions of me.”

It’s very odd, you think, here is this fine specimen before you: handsome, experienced, talented, respected and yet- he doesn’t seem to see himself that way.

Sounds a lot like someone else you know...

“That’s probably best.” You smile, warming up to him rather quickly, “You are interested in her though, aren’t you?”

He bites his bottom lip in thought before nodding, a bit of shyness in his eyes, “I am yes. Though I’m not totally sure how you figured it out based on our limited interaction. I’ve only spoken to her once- and I made a fool of myself.”

You giggle, “Yes but, you saw her for the first time in the plaza, didn’t you? She stopped you right in your tracks.”

His toffee orbs widen, “How did you-?"

A smirk comes over your mouth as you once again shrug at his question, “My job requires me to be very observant.” You reply, “People often say more with their movements than their words.”

“Hey!” He grins, showing off his perfect teeth, “I think that too! Well- that's something Yoongi-hyung taught me. I’m trying to get better at it but, I find it harder to observe people I don’t know. Strangers make me nervous...”

His sudden warmth makes you happy as you didn’t really expect him to be this bubbly but, you’re happy he’s comfortable with you given your intentions behind this conversation.

If he’s courting your friend, he’s courting you too.

“You could have fooled me.” You retort, “I saw the way you handled the clan leader...when I came by your tent, I was anticipating on meeting someone very different.”

Jungkook chuckles, “I get that a lot. I rarely live up to people’s expectations of me- I think that’s one of my strong suits. Aside from my brute strength obviously.”

“Yes of course, we mustn't forget about that...” You concede, laughing lightly along with him, “So back to Rachel then- you plan on courting her yes?”

He shifts on the bench, his tan fingers coming up to adjust his peasant blouse, shyness returning to his features, “I would love to. She-” He pauses, looking away from you, his eyes deepening in thought, “Aish...she really is something isn't she?”

At his question, you smirk and allow warmth to fill your chest, “Now where have I heard that before.” You muse allowed, “I could facilitate a meeting between the two of you? Although- I will likely have to tell a teensy white lie because, if I warn her that you wish to meet with her- she would probably combust on the spot. Also, I doubt she would believe me...”

He smirks fondly, nibbling on the inside of his cheek before his brows furrow, “Why wouldn’t she believe you? She must know how desirable she is right?”

“Certainly not. She has no idea. Which is why I finally decided to take matters into my own hands.” You explain, propping your chin on the palm of your hand, “Rachel is a brilliant woman. She could easily run a small country if the opportunity was presented to her but, she has no concept of how wonderful she is.”

Jungkook pouts his lips, “I was certain she knew. How could someone that beautiful not understand their own beauty?”

You raise your brows, “Do you recognize yourself as desirable?”

He snickers, “Don’t be silly. I might be a suitable partner because of my status as a warrior but, I don’t think there is much else I have to offer. That’s what has me so worried...what if you’re wrong about her desire for me?”

With an incredulous look, you shake your head in disbelief, “The two of you amaze me. You’re so brilliant and yet- so foolish at the same time. I assure you; you have plenty to offer. The women in this village nearly faint every time you pass- quite frankly, you are incredibly handsome with an unusual amount of talent and-”

Jungkook is smirking, pleased with your response as he interrupts you, “I thought you were interested in my hyung Y/N-” He teases and snickers as you roll your eyes.

“That is neither here nor there.” You insist, “The point is, the courtship is worth pursuing because I believe it will go well. So I came here to suggest a plan...”

“What is your plan dear matchmaker?” He chuckles, folding his hands and resting them on the table.

“My plannnn is-” You draw out the word before leaning in closely and divulging your ideas.

You are elated when he agrees and feel slightly giddy at the thought of your dear friend meeting up with the potential love of her life.

Romance certainly is in the air.

The plan is set in motion after a few more moments of talking and the conversation ends with Jungkook eagerly rushing back to his tent to prepare.

Feeling satisfied with your healthy dose of meddling, you brush your dress off and start towards the exit of the camp.

However, the deep voice of your suitor stops you in your tracks, sending butterflies directly into your stomach.

“Leaving without a goodbye?” Yoongi calls softly, departing from his tent.

You turn with a smile on your face to see him fully dressed in his training attire: fitted black pants and a matching tunic, his sword strapped faithfully to his hip.

“I figured I caused enough havoc amongst your battalion today. Besides, I wasn’t sure if you’d be dressed and I didn’t want to disturb you.” You explain, your hands sliding down to play with the fabric of your dress.

“If havoc is putting a ridiculous smile on my brothers face than please feel free to wreak havoc anytime you wish. I have dreaded the day where I’d have to convince him to go after his potential partner and you’ve gone and lifted that responsibility from me.” He explains, stepping towards you a bit more “He says his meeting with her tomorrow evening?”

“If all goes well.” You reply, your face heating up in light of his presence, “My plans usually play out successfully.”

“I have no doubts about that.” He chuckles, his feline gaze glancing behind you momentarily before returning back to your face, “Will I be seeing you tonight?”

Pretending to toy with the idea, you narrow your eyes and place a finger on your chin, “I suppose its possible, if you aren’t too busy with your duties here...”

“My duties?” He places a hand on his chest, stepping closer to you once again, “If anyone were to be tied up with their duties, I imagine it would be you. Being a full-time apothecary is enough but, now you’ve gone and taken up matchmaking as well.” Yoongi’s eyes glint as he stares at you, “You never have to concern yourself with whether or not I’ll have time for you...”

You resist the urge to throw yourself at him, frustrated by the effect he has on you.

“Then I suppose you will see me then.”

He grins, “Good.”

For a few seconds, the two of you stew in silence before the need to kiss him becomes too much to bear and you take the steps necessary to wrap your arms behind his neck and place your lips against him.

You can hear his sharp intake of breath as you do, his hands securing themselves at the base of your back.

The movements of the kiss escalate quickly, and you find yourself forgetting that you’re stood in the middle of a military camp, where anyone could walk out and see you both canoodling in the courtyard.

Yoongi seems to realize this too as he pulls away with heavy breath and hesitation all over his face.

“My my my...” He murmurs, shaking his head, “You really have no regard for my well-being do you?”

His light scolding causes you to giggle which in turn breaks the disapproving expression on his face.

“I’m trying to improve your well-being actually.” You insist, your fingers toying with the tendrils of hair at the back of his head, a dreamy smile on your mouth.

He raises his brows, “Oh? How do you figure that?”

Before you can reply, the rustling coming from behind Yoongi pulls you out of your conversation.

The rest of his battalion have seemingly woken up and are beginning to flock to the courtyard in preparation for their training.

Glancing behind him, Yoongi sighs before turning back to you reluctantly, “Tonight?”

You offer him a smile and step back out of his grip, “Tonight.”

He takes your hand and brings it to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of it before heading off to his men.

Tonight now seemed a century away despite the fact that the sun was already heading off towards the horizon.

-The next day-

Your night with Yoongi followed the similar structure that it usually does.

Deeping meaningful conversation, playful banter, difficult questions and well, a healthy dose of unresolved lust.

He asserts the end to your displays of affection every time, offering the same words of comfort.

You’re fine with this of course.

You’d never want him to do anything he didn’t want to do, and you’d certainly want the first time you were intimate to be special.

However, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling dejected.

It’s not because Yoongi says it’s not the right time or that he doesn’t think the two of you were ready.

You respect him and his choices completely and would never attempt to coerce him beyond his initial responses but...

You are beginning to feel alone in your desire for him.

For you, there has never been another to ignite such a powerful response within you.

You’ve never wanted anyone so badly.

It makes you feel insane and yet, here he is, so calm in his demeanor and easily able to refuse any opportunity to sate your hunger for one another.

It’s very silly, you think, he is clearly interested in you.

He makes that very obvious.

And yet, you can’t help but feel confusion.

He wouldn’t be in your village for much longer and soon enough you’d have to say goodbye for a length of time you’d rather not assign numerical value you to.

You wish you understood his intentions more and at the same time, you wish you were able to quell your desire for him.

You did feel alone in that way.

Yoongi was an incredible, multi-faceted man with seemingly thousands of years’ worth of knowledge behind his eyes. He was open and yet so secretive all at once and because of that, you couldn’t understand why he behaved this way.

The two of you would intentionally rile each other up only for him to put a stop to things every time.

But it’s almost as if this was part of his plans with you all along.

And you just couldn’t understand why.

So naturally, you end up running to the person who always keeps you grounded for advice: Rachel.

Although, after your conversation with Jungkook yesterday, you have multiple reasons for paying your friend a visit.

“He stopped things again before they went too far and-“ You sigh, looking down at her hands that secure a warm mug of tea, “I feel a little strange about it. I’m starting to feel like maybe he doesn’t desire me the way I desire him...”

Rachel is sat across from you on her sofa as she usually is, her legs tucked up on the cushion.

She takes a sip of her tea before her brows furrow in disagreement as she shakes her head, “I sincerely doubt that. He was very, um...excited wasn’t he?”

He was, you think, and he usually is but that only adds to your confusion.

“I don’t know...” You groan, “...he says he is but- he keeps saying it’s not the right time. I’m worried I may be too lustful towards him; I’m wondering if it’s off putting.”

“He does not seem the type to play games. If he says it’s not the right time...he must have a right time in mind?” She suggests before looking at you pointedly, “And I don’t believe you are being lustful. Even if you were, what’s wrong with that”

Nothing.

Nothing is wrong with being lustful as long as you are being respectful which you can honestly say you are but, the insecurity you’re feeling is contributing to a bit of shame within you.

“I’ve never wanted anyone this way, I feel like I’m going mad. He seems so calm and collected and yet- here I am, flustered and confused. I’m used to having a handle on my emotions I guess and I wish I knew how he was able to keep himself so composed.” You ponder the end of her question, “There is nothing wrong with being lustful. I just don’t know if he feels the same if it’s so easy for him to control himself around me...”

Rachel nods along, her bright eyes listening intently before she pauses to think, “You know, you have to remember he is a ten-year veteran and the leader of the most elite military force in our country. He has so much control and discipline applied to himself in all areas, I can’t imagine he would be able to easily relinquish that control. Especially with someone he has so much affection for. I am certain it is not easy, merely well-practiced”

She has a point but then again, she usually does.

You bite your lip, turning your attention to the fabric of the chair, picking at it, “You’re right. I suppose I’m being a little immature about this...I should just be more patient.”

It’s decided in your mind that you should move on to the other reason you came to visit her this evening: a deceitful conversation with a much happier ending.

“By the way, what are you doing this evening?”

She’s stood up now and striding over to the kitchen, rubbing your arm as she passes you, “You are not immature at all! I’m confident your general is worth the patience.” She assures you with a wink before she thinks to herself once again, “I don’t have anything in particular planned, why do you ask?”

You giggle at her wink and follow her with your eyes as she heads over to make herself another cup of tea, “I have a favor to ask you- that goes beyond our mutual agreement to keep each other sane.”

Rachel snickers and shakes her head, “I don’t know if there is much hope for our sanity but what do you need?”

You smile but it doesn’t totally reach your eyes, your mind annoyingly still occupied elsewhere, “You make a good point.” You concede before brightening your expression intentionally, “I had a customer today that inquired about the type of material the village school covers for children ages 3-5. They are considering enrolling their child this year and wanted to speak with a teacher. I was hoping you would be able to meet with them? I told them to stop by the school and speak with someone but I was hoping that someone could be you because you’re so experienced.”

Rachel brightens at the mention of a new student “Oh really? I would be happy to meet with them! At that it’s primarily playing games, reading stories and singing songs but I have a lovely little bunch of students that age already!” She cheers, clapping in front of her chest, excitedly.

Her joy is infectious, and you can’t help but grin despite your knowledge that she would certainly not be receiving a new student; you almost wish that she was though.

“Great! Well they should be around right before sundown. I gave them your classroom number and a bit of background on you and the school.”

“Oh my goodness! That’s not far off...well I have to bring in the dried flowers for tomorrow’s art lesson anyway...oh and where did I put the new wax pencils. Did you see where I put them?” Rachel abandons her cup of tea on the counter and begins puttering around in the baskets on her kitchen table, completely distracted.

You spot what she’s looking for and hold up set of pencils setting on the end table, “They’re right here..” You call, turning in the chair to hand them to her, “I would wear that blue dress of yours too, it’s very complimentary.” With this suggestion, you can’t help the glint in your eyes that shines through the bit of sadness still present there, “Well- thank you for your words of wisdom. I’m probably going to take a break from the river tonight, so I’ll be home if you need me for anything. I have no doubt that tonight will go wonderfully though...”

“Oh there they are!” She chirps, taking them from you before looking down at her current outfit, “I suppose I should change, I certainly look a bit of a mess...” She pauses then to look you, noticing the glimpse of sadness in your eyes. “Don’t hold yourself back from love, Y/N. Your general is certainly just as passionate about you. I would bet all the gold in the kingdom on it!”

The excitement and certainty in her tone is almost enough to pull you out of your funk but, the stubborn naysayer in your head has different plans.

“No you don’t, you look wonderful! I just love the blue one on you.” You insist, before crossing your arms and slumping back against the chair, “I am not holding back, I’m just- trying to be reasonable I suppose. His passion is clearly controlled, and I guess I should work on controlling mine as well...” You explain matter of factly with a pout on your lips.

Rachel matches your pose as she steps around the chair to look directly at you, unconvinced, “Mmhmm. Perfectly reasonable.” She drawls sarcastically before chuckling when you attempt to kick your foot at her.

“I am!” You assert, trying to hold back a smile, “I’m just some silly little girl fawning over the man of my dreams while he gets to CALMLY walk away like us canoodling against a tree doesn’t affect him- and I feel foolish for desiring him so much when he’s able to do so.”

Rachel lets out a cackle your display of frustration. “You are NOT a silly little girl. A silly grown woman? Maybe," She giggles, “but I am CERTAIN he wouldn’t have to address this “right time” so often if he didn’t desire you. Do what makes you feel powerful! But don’t play games with the poor Tiger’s heart needlessly...from what you have said he is a much gentler man than we’ve given him credit for. “Though,” She tilts her head, her hand coming up to fuss with her hair, “you certainly shouldn’t seek advice from me. I spent the day with paste in my hair without realizing.”

Your pout deepens, “I would never play with his heart... I’m going insane with desire over here and he gets to be all collected like ‘when the right time comes- I promise you it will be worth the wait’ and oh look at me, I’m extremely handsome and I can just kiss passionately for minutes on end without going further...” You grumble haphazardly before you hesitate slightly, “Well I’m not sure what him being handsome has to do with it but you get my point.” A smile threatens your features even more when she mentions her hair, “Paste is all the rage darling, you are simply fashion forward. Besides- I have a feeling this uh- new student of yours will look out for you.”

Rachel hugs herself as she laughs at your little outburst, “It has EVERYTHING to do with it! You know it does-” She accuses playfully, “I do get your point though. I’m certain you will meet again...and say what’s on your mind! You are much better at that than I am anyway.” Rachel’s face is full of hesitation then, shaking her head, “Most of my students “look out for me” by piling dandelions on my desk and leaving goopy handprints on my clothes...I hope this new student is sweet.”

A smirk plays on your lips then, dropping your other topic of conversation, “I’m sure they will be, their parents seemed nice enough...”

”Oh really?!? Do you know anything about them? Should I bring anything along? Are you sure they want to see me? Should I get going?!” She babbles excitedly, glancing towards her front door.

Her eagerness serves as your cue to head out, your stomach brewing with hunger, nerves and excitement.

You couldn’t wait to hear how tonight will go for her.

“It is almost sundown so I suppose I should get going...” You concedes with a sigh before offering her a genuine smile, patting her shoulder as you head towards the door, “Just bring your lovely self, they are very eager to meet you.”

“Okay, if you’re certain!” Rachel smiles, gathering a collection of dried flowers into a basket before heading for the door with you, “If you change your mind and go to the river after all YOU HAD BETTER TELL ME!”

“You look amazing-” You promise as you step past her through the doorway, “I have a feeling you’ll have more to tell me the next time we meet but I’ll let you know if anything changes.”

Rachel looks confused for a moment before merely shrugging it off, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek, “Okay then, I’m off! I love you ok? Hang in there...”

You embrace her shortly unable to help the growth in your smile, “I love you too. I wanna hear about the meeting tomorrow ok?”

She agrees happily, already bounding off towards the schoolhouse, a basket of flowers in her hand.

Despite the uncertainty you may feel about your own romantic life, you are filled with joy at the thought of your dear friend starting a fairytale of her own.

Even though she has absolutely no idea...

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Rachel arrives at the schoolhouse just before sundown, using her master key to unlock the heavy oak door of the main entrance before heading off to her classroom.

The windows surrounding the exterior of the schoolyard allow for the different hues of the sunset to stream in thorough the glass, providing a beautiful stroll down the hallway.

Rachel feels optimistic as she opens up the door, immediately setting the basket of flowers on a nearby desk and lighting the various lanterns around the room.

The sun would be up for another half an hour or so but, Rachel was unsure as to how long this meeting would go so a little extra light wouldn’t hurt.

Since she doesn’t have a concrete time of arrival, she decides to busy herself with a bit of prep work and light cleaning for the next school day. She figures that if a parent were to walk in on her likes this, it might add to their overall impression of the school.

A teacher’s work is never done.

After roughly 40 minutes or so, Rachel is beginning to worry that this parent potentially changed their mind. That is until, a light knock sounds on the outside of her door.

“Come in!” She calls brightly, standing up from behind her desk.

She has no expectations for what her visitor might look like as she honestly hadn’t even considered it since you asked her this favor. However, the man who walks in through her door most certainly is not who she would have ever expected.

Because the man who just walked in, is Jungkook.

Tall, strong, doe-eyed, shaggy haired, WARRIOR Jungkook...

The terror cub himself has now found his way inside her classroom.

And she is both terribly confused and terribly excited all at once.

“Good evening,” She chokes out, smoothing her hands down the front of her dress, “Forgive me but- you're not the person I’m meant to meet with are you? Did you see any folks outside, looking a bit lost perhaps?”

Jungkook looks terrified but he steps inside nonetheless, one of his hands positioned awkwardly behind his back.

“Uh- Hi, I mean- Good evening mam...” He bows before her, “Um...” He shuffles forward a bit, his eyes scanning the room for a moment, “Heretheseareforyou.” Jungkook rushes out, shoving a bouquet of fresh daisies onto one of the empty desks, his eyes averting Rachel’s very confused expression, “I am the person you’re meant to meet actually...”

Rachel gasps to herself as she spots the daisies, her heart immediately picking up in her chest, “Oh! Oh goodness thank you, that’s very kind of you...” She smiles, her hands seemingly frozen in place at the front of her dress, “I’m- I’m so confused I apologize. Do you have children?”

He shakes his head, his floppy black hair following the motions. He is dressed in a pair of tan linen pants and a rather tight-fitting white peasant blouse, the golden expanse of his chest on full display, his feet tucked into a pair of leather boots. Rachel does her best to ignore how good he looks but, he makes it very difficult.

“No I don’t.” He answers, cringing slightly at the juvenile nature of this situation, “You know Y/N right?”

Rachel giggles, the sound a little higher pitched than usual, “I do yes. We’ve been friends since we were children...”

“Heh yeah, sorry I knew that but uh- so Y/N...” He begins, his hands coming up to assist in his explanation, “She paid me a visit earlier and suggested that...welll- She suggested that I pay you a visit.”

“Oh well- is everything alright? Are you in need of my assistance?” She inquires softly, her face decorated with concern.

Jungkook’s chest is filled with warmth at the sight of her unease, feeling very lucky to be the object of her concern.

“Everything’s ok I just- I wasn’t sure how to go about speaking with you.” He hesitates, feeling a bit of discomfort as he tries to find a way to explain his presence here, “I know you’re a very busy woman and I wasn’t even sure if you’d even want to speak with me which- by the way, if you’re uncomfortable with my presence, please let me know. I don’t want to be a bother...”

Rachel shakes her head instantly, her hands coming up to stop him from continuing that train of thought, “No- no not all! I mean-” She clears her throat, “You aren't a bother at all, I would love to speak with you. Although, forgive me- I'm a little confused as to what you’d like to speak about. Is it the school? Are you interested in meeting with the students?”

Jungkook grins softly and shakes his head, “No mam. I mean- I wouldn’t be opposed to meeting with them but, I am more interested in meeting with you...”

She gulps, her eyes widening a bit as she places a hand to her chest, “Me?”

He bites his lip and Rachel swears she sees a sparkle in his eyes as he steps closer to her.

“Yes mam. I uh-” His throat bobs with his own uncomfortable swallow as he shoves his hand in the pocket of his pants, pulling out a piece of crumbled parchment, “ I have travelled many miles. I have seen the mountains, the ocean and the forest. I have seen the sun in east and the moon in the west. I have seen the royal palace and all the riches it contains. I have seen all a man would need to see in his lifetime and yet, I have never felt complete until my eyes fell upon your face.”

Comically, Rachel’s mouth has fallen open, her face colored with shock.

Her heart seemingly freezes in her chest as Jungkook’s nervous gaze leaves the parchment and gazes up towards her.

“I wrote this when I was 17.” He begins sheepishly, “I promised myself that I would read it for the woman who captured my heart...”

Rachel inhales shakily, a slight sting in her eyes as emotion overcomes her.

“But you just read it to me...”

He chuckles warmly, his hand tucking a bit of hair behind his ear, “I did.”

“Am I-?” She begins but Jungkook cuts her off, stepping towards her a bit more.

“I know it’s a bit much isn’t it? I’ve never been very good with subtly and with my departure looming in the background, I couldn’t help but confess to you while I still had time. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and your existence makes me warm. I haven’t felt warmth like this before and I- I guess I just wanted to see if I had a chance at courting you...”

Rachel finally closes her mouth for a moment only to cover it with her hand.

She’s in complete disbelief that this is happening, but she responds nevertheless as best as she can.

“You- you have more than chance, you have a million chances I- oh wow, I feel a little faint goodness gracious...” She sighs, fanning herself as she leans against her desk, “I don’t understand...”

He rushes over to her then, a look of concern on his face, “Are you alright? Do you need some water or something?”

She shakes her head, letting out a shaky breath at the close proximity between them, immediately noticing the way he smells like amber and rosemary.

It warm, just like he is.

“I’m ok, I just-” She looks up at him, “I honestly cannot believe you feel this way about me. I’m just a schoolteacher, I probably have paste in my hair...and you’re a warrior I- I'm confused.”

Jungkook snickers, tilting his head to the side as he spots the bit of paste still clinging to the end of her hair. With gentle fingers, he reaches out and extracts the bit of dried gunk from her hair, discarding it on the desk, “You are not ‘just’ anything. You are bright and warm. Your duty lies with educating the children and I believe that to be far nobler than what I do. Please don’t sell yourself short, especially not on my account.”

Subconsciously, they seem to lean into one another, Rachel’s nerves dissipating slightly, “So then, you said you wish to court me yes? How- how do you intend we do this?”

He purses his lips, “Well,” He tilts his head to the side, “I would love to have dinner with you. I know that there aren’t many eateries in the village but-”

“I can cook for us!” She chirps happily cause his grin to broaden, “I know a spot we can eat, it’s really beautiful and it’s private for the most part.”

Jungkook is bursting with fondness, nodding eagerly at her suggestion before turning around to grab the flowers, “That sounds wonderful. Are you available tomorrow, same time?”

“Yes! I mean-” She clears her throat as the volume of her voice escapes her, “Yes, yes I’m free. I can meet you at the plaza?”

“Yes, of course. I’ll meet you anywhere you’d like...” He nods and haphazardly pushes the flowers in her direction, “Here, I picked these for you. I’ll pick more tomorrow as well- do you have a favorite? I hope daisies were alright...I’m not familiar with the flora around here.”

She smiles brightly, accepting the flowers graciously, securing them to your chest, “These are perfect! I love wildflowers, really anything that grows along the east part of the river...” She muses thoughtfully, “Daisies are some of my favorites as well. I’m sure Y/N told you that though...” She giggles but Jungkook shakes his head.

“She didn’t actually. I suppose it was just a lucky guess.” He smiles before stepping back slightly, fiddling with his hands now that they are empty, “So tomorrow then?”

With another rapid nod she responds, “Yes, tomorrow.”

“Great! Well uh-” He hesitates, glancing longingly towards her lips before extending his hand, “May I?”

With a harsh swallow and a shaky hand, she obliges, sticking her hand out towards his.

As if she were made of glass, Jungkook carefully raises her hand to his lips before placing a chaste kiss over the ridges of her knuckles, “Until tomorrow...”

“Until tomorrow.” She squeaks, covering her mouth once more.

He bows his head, offering another devastating grin before leaving the classroom.

With a hefty sigh, Rachel stares at the door in disbelief.

“It seems as though my dear friend isn’t an apothecary but a criminal mastermind...” She muses to herself, her cheeks on fire as she giggles to herself, “Huh, you think you know people.”

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You decided shortly after your meeting with Rachel that you would in fact be going to the river because, regardless of your uncertainty: you still wanted to see Yoongi.

“Something is troubling you...” He notes the moment he steps out from behind the trees, dressed down in a pair of black pants and a longer gray linen robe to ward of the slight chill in the air.

“What makes you say that?” You challenge with a grin, your heart fluttering as soon as you see him, “I’m just hoping my plan is playing out as I’d hoped...”

“Ah-” He lifts a finger, “I recall you saying that your plans play out relatively well. Also, you and I both know that my brother and your friend are smitten over one another so- I find it hard to believe your thinking so hard about a clear victory.”

You bite your lip, unsure of what to say next as Yoongi has so clearly seen right through you.

“We don’t get much time together; it would be a waste to spend it discussing the internal monologue going on inside my head.” You joke, stepping towards him.

He clicks his tongue, “Now see- that is where you’re wrong. It was your internal monologue and your resulting opinions that drew me to visit you in the first place. The other talents your lips have are merely a bonus.” He smirks but his eyes hold some degree of concern, “I want to know what’s on your mind Y/N...no matter how insignificant you may find it.”

Yoongi’s sincerity draws you out of your shell, your heart picking up slightly at the thought of discussing your feelings.

“It’s silly...” You warn him causing him to chuckle.

“Good, I could use a bit of silliness after today.” He promises with a grin but his laughter dissipates as he notices even the slightest bit of distress on your face, “Your thoughts aren’t silly Y/N, at least not to me. I’d really like to hear what you’re thinking.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you take a deep breath and muster up the courage to be honest with him, “What are your intentions with me?”

He tilts his head, stepping closer to you after your question, face decorated with curiosity, “Which intentions are you referring to?”

You feel yourself growing nervous under his gaze but, you stay strong anyway and push through, “All of them- I suppose. It’s just that, I’m having difficulty...I’m-”

The hesitation in your features concerns Yoongi and he can’t help but quell the distance between you, taking your hands gently in his own.

“My girl- what's troubling you like this? Have I upset you?”

He’s tilting his head, trying to find your gaze as you look down at where your hands are connected.

His question causes you to look up at him, lips parted as you shake your head.

“No, no of course not.” You assure him, entwining your fingers with his, “I just- oh I promise you it’s going to sound silly...”

Yoongi chuckles incredulously, gently shaking your hands in his grip, “Y/N, darling please tell me what’s on your mind. I promise you I won’t find think it’s silly.”

Your heart sings at the pet name he gives you, taking a momentary break from it’s uneven rhythm, “I’ve just been wondering why you haven’t...well, why we haven’t- why we haven’t been intimate.”

Yoongi’s chest tightens with realization, his grip on your hands tightening ever so slightly before taking a deep breath, “There is nothing silly about that at all.” He assures you with a gentle smile, his eyes shifting from your hands to your face and back again whilst he tries to come up with a response, “It’s a perfectly normal thing to be curious about, especially considering how often we kiss. To be quite honest, my reasoning is probably what will end up sounding silly to you...”

“I don’t think it will, I just want to understand where your head is at because,” You sigh, looking into his eyes, “sometimes I feel alone in how much I desire you and I thought maybe if I got an idea where your head is at, I could understand why you always stop things before they go too far.”

At this, Yoongi raises his brows, “You think you’re alone in the desire to take me to bed?” He confirms, his voice deepening, a ghost of a smirk on his lips, “And here I thought you were clever...”

With a pout to your lips, you playfully tug your hands out of his grip causing him to chuckle before capturing them once again, “I am clever! Clever people get confused all the time, besides you just said this was a perfectly normal thing to be curious about.”

He laughs still and nods, guiding your hands up to his shoulders, “Yes I did. However, I was referring to you wondering why we haven’t gone to bed together yet, not you wondering whether or not I wanted to take you to bed. That IS silly...”

“It’s not though...” You insist, a shiver running down your spine as he slides his freed hands around your waist, “You always seem so composed. We’ll have been kissing for what feels like forever and then- you stop us. Which is ok of course but, I just don’t fully understand why.”

He hums thoughtfully with a smirk still on his lips as he pulls you closer to him, “My composure is an illusion Y/N. My job requires me to have complete control all of the time, especially in the face of an enemy...”

Scoffing, your pout deepens at the end of his sentence, “Oh so I'm your enemy now? Gee Yoongi, I’m so glad I decided to share this with you- I feel much better now.”

Yoongi laughs heartily at your sarcasm before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “You are an enemy to my composure darling- you are just refusing to realize that.”

His kiss causes your heart to sing with satisfaction, despite the fact that you are trying very hard to focus on pouting.

“Even if that were true...I still feel silly for how much I desire you.”

He quells the playfulness between the two of you then, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek, “You are not silly, and you are not alone. My entire world has shifted because of you. I think you’d be shocked if you knew how much you occupied my thoughts.” He assures you, placing another kiss on your forehead, “However, that isn’t the answer to your question is it? You’re wondering why we haven’t gone to bed together despite how much we desire each other.”

“Yes.” You murmur, leaning against his hand, “If you have any insight on this general, please provide a briefing...”

He smirks fondly, brushing his thumb over your cheek, “You really have no idea how much I want you. I don’t think I could possibly explain it. Because of that, I want to wait until I can give you everything I have. Right now I- I simply can’t.” He admits, a bit of sadness now in his tone, “I want to wait until I have a proper villa, until I don’t have to worry about leaving at dawn to continue training, until I can stay underneath the sheets with you, until I can spend hours pleasing you- without the threat of war in the back of my mind. You deserve a man with no distractions, right now- I'm just not that man yet.”

His explanation makes perfect sense and you feel a bit of guilt for ever wondering how he felt about you in the first place but before you’re able to comment on his words, he speaks again.

“But please- please don’t think that means I don’t desire you.” He whispers, smiling softly whilst he places yet another kiss to your forehead. Letting his lips linger there, he sighs hopelessly, “One day, when I am finally free of my duties- I will spend days memorizing your skin with my lips...” He begins kissing his way down the bridge of your nose, puckering his lips gently as he does. He bypasses your lips however and uses his hand to tilt your head to the side, give him access to your neck, “I will memorize every bump,” He kisses your skin, “every curve,” Kiss “every line,” Kiss “every scar,” Kiss “every spot that gives you pleasure.” He inhales softly through his nose when he hears you gasp, your hands tightening on his shoulders, “Will you wait for me darling? Will you wait until I can give you my soul? My heart is already yours, I just need a little bit longer....”

You’re already nodding, certain with your response despite how much his presence is currently affecting you, “I’d wait for you forever, General Min.”

You can feel him grin against your neck, “I only need six months...” He chuckles, his laughter increasing as you playfully smack his back. “Then I’m yours forever.”

At his amendment, you smile and kiss the side of his head, “Forever sounds nice.”

Yoongi sighs, sliding his hands across your back to pull you into his embrace, “Forever it is then.”

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goldenretriever-nicknelson · 3 years

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Today is a very special day; today is my soul twin’s @hollandslittlekoala birthday!!! I know this year it hasn’t been the best birthday so far but me and a few people wanted to show you how much we love you and I hope this post makes you feel special because you are!!

All moodboard credits go to the talented people who made them.

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@hollandsvogue - Ahh!!shakti!! My star, i feel like I’ve known you for sooo long, I can’t believe you’re turning 17 already that’s crazy! You’re getting closer to adulthood , AHH!!! You’re literally so sweet and hilarious and you have amazing taste in celebs, music and book characters!! I love talking to you like all the time and I hope you have the best birthday ever because you deserve it ❤️ love ya :’) happy birthday star!

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@alinastarkrovs - shakti ahhh like knowing that you're tamil like me? it's so nice to know lol. you're turning 17 now, one year's closer to adulthood jsjdjfjfjf you're literally so sweet and awesome and amazing and funny, love talking to you sm, happy birthday bestie!!!

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@parkerpeter24 - shaktii, my dearie, i’m so glad to be your friend. over the course of time i’ve known you, i’ve found out that you are a really sweet and wonderful human being. i would have never thought that i would meet a wonderful person like you just one day. i’m so glad that we share a bollywood songs playlist (love that for us, let’s add old songs to it) and a passion to stare at the stars. i made you this mood board, keeping in mind how you and tom are both harry potter simps and think know it better than jk rowling ever could. i really hope you have an amazing day, here’s to many more wonderful birthdays that i get to celebrate with you. love you <3

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Me - Shaktii, my soul twin, my swag partner in crime, the Haley to my Alex, my child. I love you so very much. I know our friendship got off to a rough start and we still have a few bumps in the road but there’s no one I’d rather share them with. I feel like I’ve watched you grow and that we’ve been friends forever and I hope we can be friends for a long time more. I hope you have a wonderful birthday and like your surprise. Thank you for making me smile and being kind to me everyday even if I feel like I doesn’t deserve it. You are a kind soul and one of my bestest friends. You deserve the world and so much more and I hope all your wishes come true. I’m so glad we share a soul and a brain cell which you’ll have to give back to me one of these days hehe. One more year closer to adulthood and even though i know it’s scary I know you’re gonna rock it! 😎 I love you bestie 💗💗💗💗

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@leafy-holland - Shaktii, i have not known you for long, but you are a kind, sweet, and stunning person who i get to call my friend. you mean the world to me, and i really hope you have the most wonderful day that you deserve. happy birthday! <3

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@hollandsmushroom - My Dearest Mousey! Happy birthday boo! I haven't known you for long but I am glad that in that short period of time I have been able to become your weird aunt, someone you feel comfortable have deep conversations with, it is a title that I hold with pride. I hope your day is wonderful, that you get to have peace and joy and fun like you deserve. You are an amazing person and I am lucky to be able to call you my friend.

Love always, Goofy

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@glowunderthemoon - Shakti juici/tom’s #1 simp, happy birthday! I’m glad I met you. You’re such a joyous and delightful person to be around, the joy that you exhibit is so infectious. No conversation with you is dull; I look forward to conversations with you as you never cease to amuse me, in the best way! Have a brilliant day!

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We love you 💗

#rose 🌹#Shaktii #happy birthday my beloved #soul twin 💖#gorgeous humans #wild child 💗

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jaehyunspeachparty · 3 years

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warnings: This story contains content that could be problematic for one or the other. Among other things, the story may contain content about sex, rape, late pregnancy, relationship with a large age difference, and others. Just because it's in the warnings doesn't mean these topics will appear, but they will definitely be covered in the story. The content of the story is fixed and doesn’t change. If you don't feel comfortable with these topics, then it's okay if you don't read the story. I just write down my ideas here and I just enjoy writing about life. The fact that some things in life are not rational or weird for some people is also part of it.

Miga was still with SM because her friend Dae will have her debut soon and she wanted to comfort her. Dae had also been with SM for a long time, namely since she was 13 years old. Dae and Miga grew up together in the company and they have been friends since then. Dae had her first recording that day and she was so nervous that Miga came over to support her. The producer was also relatively young, but everyone was enthusiastic about him. His name is Para and he was 23 years old. "So, can we start?" Para asked when he came into the studio, but when he saw Miga he turned interested to her. "Hey, didn't I notice something? I thought you were an actress." He winked and Miga waved it off. "Yeah, singing is not my thing. I'll go." She hugged Dae tightly and whispered encouraging words in her ear. Then she said goodbye and left the studio. It was Saturday and therefore a lot more less people in the company. The corridor was empty and Miga felt more and more uncomfortable. Her heart started beating faster for no reason. Suddenly a man came out of the room and was walking along the corridor. Miga could barely breathe, she became more and more panicked and tried to walk quickly to the exit. But with her high heels she was slower. The next moment the door next to her went up and surprisingly Hyunjin stand in front of her. He grinned happily, because due to his tight schedule, the two hardly had time to see each other. "Hey Miga!" He walks up to her and wanted to talk to her, but Miga was no longer with herself. She fell completely into a panic attack. With big eyes she looked at Hyunjin for a second, but she didn't see him anymore, she saw in him the men she wanted to rape her a week ago. She could no longer see reality and she had the feeling that she could no longer breathe. She ran off without saying anything. And she can't quite remember, but at one point she sat in her car and locked the doors. She put her hands on the steering wheel and rested her head on it. She breathes in and out deeply. Her trauma is still deep inside her. Her panic attack was only slowly subsiding. Her hands were shaking and she was still dizzy. She quickly took her bottle and took a quick gulp of water. She leaned back and took a deep breath as her pulse settled again. Was that a trauma that she couldn't push away so easily?

Sunoh was home all day doing what he looked forward to all day. At the weekend he facetimed with Chichi for a long time, who has been in Japan for a week now. "I'm pretty nervous. A week of training is very little." Chichi made her first show that evening. It's a charity performance and the new ballet dancers introduce themselves. "I'm sure you can do it." Sunoh looked dreamily into the screen and he wished he could travel to her immediately. He wants to be there for her, support her and maybe other things. Sunoh kept wandering in thoughts ... but certain thoughts ... adult thoughts ... and he was ashamed of them. Chichi was so cute, beautiful and innocent and he had these dirty thoughts. "What are you doing today?", Chichi asked and looked at Sunoh with her dark eyes. "Johnny and Irene have invited us all. There is a party and I think there will be an announcement." "Ahhh yes, Dad told me about it. I wish I could be there." She sighed and looked a little sad. "You won't miss a thing. It's going to be super boring." Sunoh hadn't felt like anything since Chichi was gone. He's just waiting until he can finally talk to Chichi on the phone. "But I'd rather be with you," Sunoh admitted and his cheeks turned red. Chichi's face also turned red and her heart began to beat faster. "I wish I could be with you too," she admitted and Sunoh's heart softened. He would like to fly to her on the next plane, hug her, kiss her and ... Sunoh pressed his lips together. His hormones were driving him crazy and his thoughts were only more about one thing. Sometimes he didn't even know what was wrong with him. "I really want to see you during the Christmas break. But Mum wanted us to visit Audrey in Switzerland and I should come with them. But I'm still trying to persuade her." "No, visit your aunt and your cousins. You see them less than me." Chichi didn't want him to neglect his family because of her. "But I don't want to go to Switzerland, I want to see you. Only Mum doesn't want me to be alone in another country." He sighed and he thought he was old enough to travel alone, but you didn't want to leave him alone. "It's okay, I'll be back soon." Chichi didn't want him to get in trouble just because of her. "Chichi! You have to go," someone in the background suddenly calls the small girl. She had to end the phone call with Sunoh for the fitting. The two of them always had a hard time parting, but there was no other way because Chichi had to go and Sunoh was alone in his room again.

You put on earrings and get ready for the party for Johnny when Jaehyun walked into your bathroom. He's got a little bag that he puts down and then hugs you from behind and kisses you. "Hey, how was the photo shoot?" You ask him. He had to get up early and still had to work a little. "Fine, but I've been excited all day." He smiled and gently stroked your hip. "Me too. Is it in there?" You point to the bag and he nodded. You then grab something and look at him. "I'm over 2 weeks, which is actually a good sign." You were holding a pregnancy test and your heart was pounding with excitement. You hadn't had your period for over 2 weeks and you both now had hope of conceiving. You didn't want to take the test until tomorrow, but you both wanted a child so badly that you couldn't wait. "I'm positive." Jaehyun was excited too, sometimes you thought he wanted a child more than you. "Okay I'll do it." You unpack the test and then sit on the toilet. Jaehyun sat down on the bathroom floor across from you. "You look beautiful," he said with a grin. "Jaehyun, I'm peeing right now", you had to laugh but concentrate on the test. You put the cap on it and get dressed again. You wash your hands and sit down with Jaehyun. He put his arms around you and both of you look excitedly at the test. "Imagine we have another girl after all the boys. Then we started with a girl and we finish with a girl." Jaehyun hugged you tight and put his chin on your shoulder. "Don't be too hasty. Let's wait and see the result." You smile and stare at the test. "I know, I know. But I would still like a girl." Jaehyun kissed you and you have to smile. It reminded you of the time you tried to have a second child. You didn't do a pregnancy test with the twins, so it was more of a surprise. "See the result will be displayed immediately." You pick up the test and you could feel Jaehyun's pulse. You couldn't wait to see the result and you almost ran out of breath. It only takes a few seconds and then there is the result

... not pregnant...

You stare at the test, you couldn't believe it. You were so sure of yourself. You really thought you were pregnant. Jaehyun saw that you stopped moving. He took the test out of your hands and set it aside. He hugged you tight and stroked you. But you were so disappointed you just couldn't believe it. "I am sorry." You suddenly start crying because you couldn't hide your disappointment. You feel like a failure, like you couldn't do what your body was made to do. "Don't blame yourself. We'll manage it." Jaehyun pressed your head to his chest and you couldn't stop sobbing. "I'm too old, we should have started having a baby earlier." "Y/N, it could be up to me too. We don't know. Don't blame yourself. We have other options." Jaehyun tries to cheer you up, but you were so sad. You cry and cry and cry. Jaehyun had you tight in her arms and you are sitting there on the bathroom floor trying to process it all. But then suddenly the door opened and Geon came in. "Mum, when are we going? .... OH!" He saw his parents sitting on the floor and his mother crying. "Is everything okay?" He asked and didn't know what to say. "Is Miga there yet?" Jaehyun asked and Geon nodded. "Okay, we'll be down in a moment. Give us a few more minutes." Jaehyun looked at his son, who nodded.

Geon went back down to the entrance where Sunoh, Miga and Kiwoo were already standing. "And where are they?" Asked Miga and looked curiously at her little brother. "Mum is crying ..." Geon said, very shocked. "She's crying?" Asked Sunoh in surprise. "Why is Mum crying?" Asked Kiwoo, surprised and also worried. "I don't know, but Dad doesn't look too good either," Geon said, shrugging his shoulders. "Shit ..." Miga looked sadly into the room. "What? Do you know why they're sad?" Asked Sunoh. "I think mum isn't pregnant again. I heard them talking about it the other day, that they think it worked now." Miga sighed and leaned against the wall. The siblings became quiet and didn't know what to say. "It's best if you all drive with me in the car and we'll give Mum and Dad a little time together. Or what do you think?" Suggested Miga, and everyone agreed. At that moment you came down with Jaehyun. Your eyes were still all red, but you are trying to collect yourself. "Shall we go?" Asked Jaehyun and looked at his children. "Yes, Sunoh, Kiwoo and Geon are going with me. Is that okay?" Miga smiled gently and you nod. "Okay, go then." Miga pushed her brothers into the garage and they got into the car.

"Can you do it?" Jaehyun asked as he drove off and he put a hand on your thigh. "Yeah, distraction is good. How are you?" You look at your husband who is focused on the street. "I'm really sad, but I'm looking forward to a nice party with good friends." Jaehyun smiled gently and you were calmer by now. "Sunoh thinks that Johnny is going to announce something. Do you think he has something to announce?" You ask and look curiously at Jaehyun, but he shrugged his shoulders. "I really don't know. Johnny is so random sometimes." "Maybe he married Irene. I think she wanted that." "That may well be, as I said, Johnny is acting sometimes randomly." The journey doesn't take long and they were there. Miga and the boys arrived at the same time and the whole family got out. "Mum, you look good," Miga said honestly and put her arm around you. You knew she wanted to cheer you up and you were grateful to her for that. "Thanks my darling, you look gorgeous too." You kiss her hair and go to the house with her. Kiwoo rang the bell and Johnny immediately opened the door. "Hey, welcome. Come in." He took a step aside so that everyone could come in.

In the meantime, Sunoh goes to Jaina and sits down next to her. "Hey," she said, turning to him. "Hey," he sighed and leaned back. "Are you okay?", She asked surprised, but she already had a guess what could be. "Yes everything fine." Sunoh wasn't ready to tell others that he was into Chichi. "And with you?", He then asked her, but Jaina shrugged her shoulders. "Let's talk about it later after Dad makes his announcement." She sighed and Sunoh nodded. He knew that Johnny had a reason to invite everyone. Then Jaina suddenly got up and went to the bar. She poured a shot of rum into her Coke, but Miga saw it. "Jaina, what are you doing?" She admonished her. "I only drink cola." She grinned and took a long swig. "You are 14 years old, you are still too young for alcohol. Throw that away now or I have to tell Johnny." Miga was worried about Jaina, she had already met her drunk and she didn't want anything bad to happen to her. Jaina finish her drink in one gulp and grinned. "Nobody cares anyway." She shrugged her shoulders. "But everyone is interested and I am interested," Miga tried to be there for her, but Jaina was too prepubertal. "Oh, really? Or do you want to act like a big sister to me too? You just want to show everyone your perfect life. You never make mistakes." Jaina rolled her eyes and sighed. "That's not true. I make mistakes ...", but Jaina turned away and didn't want to listen to her any more. She didn't understand what Jaina had against her lately, but the girl had something. "All right?" She suddenly heard and when she turned around she saw her mistake. Jaemin. "Yes and with you?" She asks with a smile. "Yes, but I wanted to ask you ..." But before Jaemin could continue speaking, Johnny's voice grew loud. "Can I just ask for your attention?" He stepped into the middle of the room and took Irene by the hand. With a big grin she followed him until they were in the middle of the room. In the meantime everyone was there, almost all NCT members with their families. The house was full, but everyone was staring at Johnny intently. "I want to keep it short, but the reason I invited you all today is ..." He paused and put his arm around Irene. He looked deeply into her eyes and smiled. "We are engaged. We are going to get married," shouted Johnny and Irene held up her finger with the engagement ring. Suddenly it got loud in the room, many walked up to them and Sunoh looked at Jaina in suprise. She stood and stared at her father and stepmother. Tears stood in her eyes and at some point she couldn't look at it anymore and ran out of the house. Sunoh followed her and held her tight. "Jaina ... wait. What's wrong?", Sunoh asked and looked at her. "Dad still loves Mum ..." She looked sadly at the floor and began to sob softly. Jaina was suddenly so small, so vulnerable. "What?" Sunoh was surprised and didn't quite understand anything. "Dad was at Mum's a few days ago and told about the engagement. I overheard...I shouldn't have, but Dad said he still loves Mum. But Mum doesn't want to take him back." Jaina started crying because all she wanted was her parents to get back together. She had no problem with Irene, but she wanted her parents to be a couple again. "Jaina ... I'm sorry." He took Jaina in his arms and that was all she needed.

Miga fled meanwhile from all the chaos. It was all too much for her. She had other problems. Hyunjin wrote to her and asked what was going on. She doesn't know what to say. Her heart was racing and everything indicated she was going to have a panic attack. She quickly runs into the bathroom and leans on the sink. She took a deep breath when she suddenly hears a familiar voice. "All good?" Jaemin stood by the door and looked at her worriedly. Miga was shocked briefly, but she smiled when she saw him. "Yes everything fine." Of course she lied, but she still didn't want Jaemin to tell her parents about the incident. "I feel like you are lying to me." He stood in front of her and looked down at her. Miga looked up at him and she felt all the tension. She knew that he wanted it, that he felt more for her. Her dark and large eyes were fixed on his. Jaemin was completely captivated by her. He hardly realized what was happening and what he was doing. But now it was Miga who acted. She longed for his attention. So she stood on her tiptoe and kissed Jaemin briefly and gently. Then she stopped and waited for his reaction. Jaemin pressed his lips together and tried to collect himself, but everything in him contracted. He suppressed his longing for Miga for so long and her lips suddenly felt like the release. And now he was getting greedy. He wanted her closer, deeper, more intense. He suddenly grabbed her, pressed his body against her, and kissed her. This kiss was no longer gentle, it was passionate. Miga felt his groin press against his hip and he then lifted her up to put her on the counter next to the sink. Their lips were tight together. Miga moaned softly and that made him even wilder. He put his hands on her thighs and ran his hands up and under her dress. Miga felt how everything in her vibrated, how wet she was. She had longed for such a passion and Jaemin was the perfect lover. And Miga meanwhile pressed her middle closer to him and put her hands tightly around his neck. And the next moment the door opened. However, the two did not check it in time. And they were still in the process of making out. Then they only heard a startled sigh and when the two looked over, they saw Renjun. He looked at the two in shock and immediately ran away. "Shit", Jaemin swore and let go of Miga to run after him. He had to make sure he wasn't telling anyone. Renjun noticed that Jaemin was following him and he went into the garden to talk to him. "JAEMIN! FUCK! I knew it was Miga! What did I advise you 2 months ago?" Renjun couldn't believe it. "You don't get it ..." Jaemin tries to explain himself. "What do I not understand, that I caught you making out with Jaehyun's 19 year old daughter? THIS IS CRAZY!!!! What if I hadn't got in the way? What would have happened then?" "Nothing would have happened," Jaemin said, but Renjun shook his head. "Your hands! They were under her dress. Fuck Jaemin! I never thought you were stupid, but that's really stupid!" Renjun was so upset and didn't know what to think. "I can't do anything ... she's just ..." "She is Jaehyun's daughter! AND SHE IS 19!!!!", Renjun interrupted him and Jaemin just stared at him. "Please don't tell Jaehyun," pleaded Jaemin. "Are you going to keep your fingers off of her?" Renjun then asked and Jaemin had to hesitate. "She's grown up, she knows what she's doing," said Jaemin then. "She can't judge. Do I have to tell you everything again? She always looks up to you. She is still a child in this regard." "Miga is more mature than you think." "It doesn't matter because she is Jaehyun's daughter!" Renjun shook his head and saw Miga watching them from the house. "I don't know what to do," Jaemin was really desperate. He was so at odds himself. Renjun saw the despair in his friend and became calmer. "Is it love or lust?", Renjun then asked him and Jaemin looked at him in surprise. "What?" "Are you sure you love her? Or is it just the desire for something forbidden." Renjun crossed his arms and Jaemin couldn't tell. "Find that out, and as long as you think about it I won't say anything to Jaehyun," Renjun said and Jaemin nodded. "Thanks ..." Jaemin said quietly and Renjun just nodded. "Well, let's go in."

Jaemin now sat later far away from Miga. He couldn't look at her because everything was still tightening inside him. He still smelled her scent, still felt her bare skin on his hands. He didn't know how long he could stay here. "Hey Jeno, I have a question." Jeno turned to him and smiled. "Yeah sure." "How can I tell the difference between love and lust?" Jaemin then asked. "Why do you ask that? Is there a girl?" Jeno winked and had to laugh, but Jaemin was nervous. "I've told you about her before." "Ah, the 19 year old?" Jaemin nodded. "Do you think you love her or are you wondering if it wouldn't be exciting to sleep with a 19 year old?" Jeno had to laugh. "Yes. No. I mean ..." Jaemin struggled for words, it was hard to explain it all. "It's okay. When was the last time you had sex?" Jeno asked soberly. "Does mastrubation count too?" "No. I mean with a woman." Jeno looked seriously at his friend and Jaemin thought about it. "Hmm I don't know. Maybe before last spring?" After breaking up with his ex-girlfriend, he wanted nothing to do with women for a while. "Last spring? It's December!" Jeno was shocked and looked at him in surprise. "Okay okay. I see the problem. Maybe you just need to sleep with someone who isn't the mysterious 19 year old girl." "What do you mean by that?" Jaemin asked. "Well, that way you can tell whether it's just lust or love. Maybe you just need real sex again. Fuck, Jaemin, my wife has not been able to sleep with me for two months because she gave birth to us and already going crazy. " Jeno laughed and looks at Jaemin. "So you mean I should go out and sleep with some random woman?" Jaemin wasn't sure. "Yes! Maybe you just have to take a little pressure off. Let off some steam." Jeno grinned and Jaemin nodded. Maybe he was right, maybe other women would distract him from all the thoughts he had about Miga and he clearly had too many of them ...

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