#will probably look at this in the morning and hate it LOLL

[honeyedmiller]

Clouded | Joel Miller

husband!joel miller x wife!reader

rating: 18+, minors dni

warnings: use of marijuana, reader and joel both get high, smut (unprotected piv, two ass slaps, somewhat dirty talk??, brief nipple play, cock warming, joel is touchy), the adlers hate the millers in this one probably, she/her pussy pronouns, a tiny bit of fluff, joel is corny af and makes corny ass jokes (ofc cus what else would he do). let’s pretend that’s joel and not javi in the pic above just for the sake of this horny mess of a fic, cool? cool. no use of y/n.

word count: 1.2k

a/n: idk. this was just pure brainrot what can i say

synopsis: saturdays are meant for errands and chores. joel convinces you otherwise just for once.

Saturday mornings were meant for running errands and cleaning the house. At least, that’s what you and your husband agreed to. 

But today was different. Today, it started off with Joel mumbling ‘five more minutes’ into your shoulder, hands roaming around your body to feel your bare flesh beneath his calloused palms. 

He eventually made his way down to your clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles into you while you ground your ass into his stiff cock. 

It was nice. The change of pace was something you were relishing, even if it was short-lived. 

You grabbed his hand from underneath the sheets, bringing his middle finger to your mouth to suck on the tip. He groaned when you bit the pad of his finger, and you couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction. 

“So needy, Mr. Miller.” You teased, twisting your head so your gaze could lock on his. 

His usual honey brown eyes had darkened, pooling with pure lust and desire as his hands gently wrapped around your throat. His thumb and forefinger lifted your jaw up so your lips could easily slot between his, biting your bottom lip as he pulled apart from you. 

“What I need is my pretty wife on top ‘a me. Show me how a real cowgirl rides it.” He winks, and you can’t help but laugh at his corny joke. 

But still, you oblige. Who were you to say no to being deliciously filled up by your husband’s cock? 

You twist out of his grasp and swing a leg over him, straddling his hips. He instinctively grabs onto your waist and slowly guides you down over his erection.

You needed him badly, but you just had to tease him first. Your already-slick cunt settled on top of his cock, and you started to rock your hips slowly to coat his length in your slick. 

You both moaned at the contact, Joel closing his eyes as he clenched that familiar muscle in his jaw. His eyes snapped open as he felt you shift your weight above him, watching you lean over to pull something out of your nightstand drawer. 

You pulled out the half finished pre-roll you and him had smoked a few nights prior along with the neon green bic lighter stashed to the side. You shoot him a wicked grin before slotting the joint between your lips and flicking the lighter a couple of times before the end of the joint starts to crackle. 

You deeply inhale as you stare down at Joel, tossing the lighter onto your nightstand before you grab his length with your hand. You tease yourself with the tip of his cock, a shiver running down your spine as you finally allow yourself to sink down onto him. 

Joel plucks the joint from your lips and slots it between his own, groaning at the sensation of your warmth completely enveloping him. 

You use both of your hands to grab his thighs behind you to hold yourself upright, smoke escaping your lungs as you let out a strangled moan. 

It didn’t matter how many times you two had fucked—the stretch was always something that made you gush every single time. 

You gave an experimental roll of your hips, lolling your head back in pure pleasure. Joel’s hand skated up your body and squeezed your breast, toying with your nipple between his forefinger and thumb. 

You rolled your head back around so you were looking down at him, and he gently grabbed the back of your neck to coax you down. He used his thumb to open your jaw as he blew smoke into your mouth, gripping your other hip so tight that you felt the imprint of his wedding band into your flesh. 

“So fuckin’ pretty, baby. My beautiful wife. Can’t believe you’re all mine.” Joel’s voice is soft and sincere, and you lean down to kiss him before taking the joint from him to slot it between your lips once more. 

“You’re pretty too, cowboy.” You wink at him and a laugh rumbles from his sturdy chest, slightly shaking you in the process. He gives your ass a light slap, but you moan and roll your hips to the contact. 

Joel shoots you a shit-eating smirk before he slaps your ass again, harder this time, and the sting is fucking delicious. 

You lowly moan his name as you begin to ride him faster, and his hands easily find home on your hips as you find a steady rhythm. 

Nothing but your pants and slick skin slapping on skin reverberates off of your bedroom walls, and you partially think to yourself you should’ve fucking filmed this for later use. 

Joel takes the joint from your hands and stubs it out as quickly as he can before his hand rejoins your hip, groaning at how fucking good you feel. 

“Jus’ like that baby. So fuckin’ good.” 

You whine at his praise, head cloudy with lust and desire as you ride him even faster. Your hips burn and you’re panting hard, feeling that devilish little burn in the depths of your core. 

“C’mon baby, I know you’re close. Can feel ya. She’s fuckin’ squeezin’ me so goddamn good.” He continues, and at this point he takes matters into his own hands and starts to fuck up into you. 

You cry out in pleasure as you rest your hands on his chest, nails digging little crescent marks into his hot skin. 

Your mind was so foggy and all you wanted was for that coil to fucking snap. It was wound up so tight, and Joel’s cock was nudging that perfect spot inside of you. The wiry hairs at the base of his cock added that extra bit of friction, creating the perfect cocktail for a most blissful orgasm. 

“Atta girl, there you go baby. I know you wanna fuckin’ come for me.” 

And you did. Your body went rigid as your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, legs shaking as you gushed around your husband’s cock. 

“Fuckfuckfuck—Joel!” You couldn’t help but scream, not giving a fuck if the neighbors could possibly hear. 

Hell, you wanted the whole world to know just how good your husband fucked you. 

Your body tingled as he grunted, immediately stilling as he fucked his spend up into you. 

You collapsed on top of him, breathing heavy and eyes half-lidded and glossed over in your fucked-out state. You moved to get off of him, but Joel stilled you and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead as he kept you in place. 

“Mm mm. Don’ move. This is nice.” He mumbled, kissing your forehead a few more times before you nuzzled your face into his neck, licking his salty skin before giving him a small nibble. You kiss him after, sighing into him as your body felt like it was floating on cloud nine. 

“Fuck, what about our errands today?” 

“They can be done tomorrow.” He says, eyes closed as he traced patterns onto your back with his fingertips. 

“On a Sunday?” You ask, looking up at him. With his eyes still closed, he offered you a lazy grin before giving you a small nod. 

“So fuckin’ worth it.” 

tags: @nostalxgic @endlessthxxghts @punkshort @ilovepedro @amanitacowboy (this one’s for us lindsey <3)

divider by @saradika-graphics

#joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #pedro pascal imagines #joel miller x reader #joel miller one shot #joel miller imagines #pedro pascal #joel miller imagine #husband!joel #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fluff

[heartsoji]

falling in love with your roommate, suna rintaro

roommates to lovers

a/n: i haven't read the manga so i don't rly know anything abt rin's fam situation - sorry if any info is incorrect loll also this is more of like a college au?? idk if rin went to college but here it is

a/n pt. 2: i kinda switch between using rin and suna sorry

"rintaro!"

"what?"

"aren't you tired of living in my home, still? you're 21! i'm sure all of your friends have moved out already, right? most of them probably moved out at 18, but you haven't budged an inch!" mrs. suna scolded.

"yeah, yeah, pipe down, mom. i'll move out soon, i promise."

"no! it was fine that you stayed home for your freshman year of college, and i thought that you'd start being independent for your sophomore year, but you're still completely dependent on us! you don't cook, buy groceries, clean, or do any work around here! what are you going to do when you've graduated and you don't know how to run a washing machine?"

"yes, yes, i'm sorry."

"and i was very understanding of the fact that you didn't want to move into a dorm, but aren't you tired of commuting hours away when you could just get a closer apartment?"

"mhm, mhm."

she sighed. "rintaro, you know im only saying this because i care about you. i want you to be independent and strong, you know?"

"yep. i just booked an apartment tour via online."

"and i- huh?"

yeah.

soon after he decided the apartment was in good enough condition to be living in, he rented it out and moved in.

on his moving day, he met you.

"hi! you're.. suna rintaro, right? sorry i wasn't there on your tour day. i'm your new roommate, l/n! nice to meet you." you said, a friendly smile on your features.

stoically, suna replied, "good to meet you."

at first, you and suna kinda kept to yourselves. you were polite to each other, of course, but there wasn't much talking, only coexisting.

that is, until you discovered his grocery bills.

"$18... you've been surviving on $18?!" you looked at him in shock.

"yeah. is that weird?"

"damn right it is! what are you even buying?"

"well.. i don't know how to cook anything, so i mostly order door dash. my grocery bill is from instant ramen, chuppets, eggs, and milk."

you stare at him blankly.

"you've been eating nothing but door dash, instant ramen, candy, eggs, and milk for the past 2 months?"

"yeah."

this guy.

he just stands there awkwardly at you laugh at him.

from then on, you two become closer.

you taught him basic recipes to make using groceries you taught him to buy, (imagine his shock when his bill came out to be like $60.. and you were like "bro that's normal") you taught him how to use a washing machine, ("oh, so you put the detergent in this compartment..") etc. just basic household chores, but he was so impressed.

eventually, you two stopped being friendly roommates and just became friends.

he was a good listener. you'd rant to him about your problems, no matter how insignificant, and he'd listen to you carefully, and you never felt like your problems were stupid whenever you talked to him.

you two started hanging out a lot. you'd study together at cafes, go to amusement parks on weekends, and just chill at home together.

and as much as you hated to admit it, you had started developing feelings for your roomie.

i mean, how could you not? he was tall, handsome, kind, funny, cheeky, and it certainly helped that you got to see him all tired in the mornings.

you didn't really know if he felt the same way, but if he did, he was a real bitch, because at some point, your relationship became kind of flirty, and he'd give you butterflies on a daily basis.

you two would watch scary movies and he'd let you cling to him, giving your terrified features a teasey smile every now and then.

he'd walk around the apartment with his toned abs out, and his sweats dangerously low on his hips.

when you guys went on walks, he'd give you his hoodie if it got cold.

whenever you'd go on long rants, he'd just stare at your face with love in his eyes. "and then i-what is it, rin?" "nothing, pretty."

like sir you can't just do that. you're too handsome to do that without risk of heart explosion.

then, one day, unexpectedly, he popped the question.

you two were watching a cheesy romcom for the 5th time, sharing a pot of instant ramen, and at the same moment that the male lead said to the female lead, "i like you. a lot. i have for a while now," rin did too.

it wasn't grand.

it wasn't loud.

it wasn't annoying.

you weren't even sure if he meant it.

but when you saw him looking at you, nervous, awaiting a response, you knew he did.

so, at the same time the female lead said, "me too," you did too.

then, with the cheesy romantic music playing in the back, you guys gave each other cheesy smiles, and he planted a cheesy peck on your cheek.

it was subtle.

it was sweet.

it was cheesy.

it was familiar.

it was uncharacteristically romantic and sentimental.

it was just like how your future relationship with your roomie and best friend, suna rintaro, was going to be.

#suna x reader #suna rintaro #haikyuu suna #suna x you #suna scenarios #suna fluff #hq suna x reader #suna x y/n #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #suna drabbles #suna drabble #suna imagines #suna imagine #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabble #haikyuu drabbles #suna rintaro fluff #suna rintaro x femake reader #suna rintaro x reader

[xoxoavenger]

Opposites

pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

summary: JJ and Y/N are polar opposites, but they're always there to balance each other out.

word count: 1544

warnings: drinking, mentions of vomit, barely proof-read

masterlist

birthday celebration masterlist

JJ and Y/N were polar opposites. It's probably why they were such a great couple; while Y/N was able to get JJ to slow down and study with her, he was able to get her away from the books and go out. The first time he was able to get her to a party, he had to carry her out after she went a little to crazy with the mixed drinks. Every so often, she had to skip out on a party, and he would just cuddle into her and take a nap as she read, but even that still worked out for them. 

It also helped that they took care of each other. 

"Y/N?" Kiara's voice was high and frightened, and Y/N looked up from her homework. She hadn't gone out tonight, her classes from the local community college kicking her ass. She was almost done with her Associates, not sure what she was planning to do next - JJ was probably going to force her to apply to other colleges to transfer to, knowing that she was fine just staying with him. He hated thinking he was holding her back.

"What? What happened?" She turned, sitting at the counter in the chateau. The others had been at a party not too far from there, so everyone was staying over anyway. 

"It's JJ." Y/N's heart dropped as she stood quickly, pencil and notebook falling to the ground. 

"Where?" She had no idea what was going on; it could be anything from him mouthing off to him pulling a gun - God, she hoped he didn't bring the fucking gun with him.

"Just down by the ocean," Kie led her outside, the two of them running. "We pulled him away from the party, but he won't listen to us, kept calling out for you." As she spoke they heard it. 

"Y/N!" JJ was wailing, sounding like he was in pain. 

"What did he do?" She asked as her heart dropped. She ran faster than Kie, sprinting toward his voice. "No! No, I need to talk to her - get off me!" He cried as she made it through the trees. 

"J?" She called, eyes squinting as she took in what was going on. JJ had vomit down his shirt, his head lolling while Pope and John B held him up, Sarah holding a water bottle and talking to him softly. "What the fuck did you do?" She asked, walking forward to put her hands on his cheek, lifting his face. 

"Baby," JJ seemed relieved, letting his eyes close and his body go limp. 

"Fuck," John B grumbled as he struggled to hold JJ up. 

"How did this happen?" Y/N asked as she helped maneuver his body to laying down, face toward the ocean incase he threw up again. His head was in her lap, and she scooted to lean against a tree. 

"I don't know, usually he knows when to stop, but he just kept going. Must've smoked two whole joints and drank an entire keg on his own." Y/N looked up at the sky and sighed, eyes closing as her heart dropped at Pope's words. 

"J," She whispered, head falling back down as she wiped hair out of his face and watched his chest move up and down slowly, solidly. 

"What should we do?" Sarah asked, question aimed at Y/N but she looked at everyone else. 

"You guys go back to the party or the chateau. JJ and I will stay out here." It was a nice night, not too cold but not blazing as if the sun were out. 

"Are you sure?" Kie asked, not one to leave her friends behind. 

"Don't worry. I'll be fine. He just needs to sleep it off." She told them, continuing to run her fingers through JJ's hair. 

"Call if you need anything." Pope said, the rest of them agreeing before walking back. 

Early in the morning, after Y/N barely slept, JJ opened his eyes. She was too worried about him, afraid that he would stop breathing or choke on his puke even though his head was facing the side. 

"Oh, fuck," JJ groaned, moving around and finally sitting up, eyes squinted against the rising sun. "What the hell happened?" 

"I was told you had a bit too much." She said quietly, leaning her head against the tree and closing her tired eyes. 

"Jesus," he muttered, rubbing his face and trying not to throw up again. "I'm sorry, babe." He crawled over to her, sitting next to her instead of pulling her into his arms, noticing the vomit on his shirt and the feeling of general sickness. 

"It's okay." She turned his head to smile softly. "I'm sure I wasn't much better that one time senior year." She told him, letting him laugh at the memory of her throwing up for hours, him holding her hair back and trying not to laugh as she slurred how much she loved him, how much she wanted to make love to him. 

"I didn't say anything, did I?" He wasn't worried about telling her his inner thoughts - she already knew them - he was worried that he had said some of the mushy shit he usually keeps to himself and her, something about how much he loved her, how he wanted to have kids with her, he wanted to marry her-

Okay, so maybe she didn't know every thought. 

"You just screamed for me for a little bit." She smirked, and he sighed, laying down next to her. "Wouldn't stop screaming until I got here, and then curled into my lap." She laughed at this, liking the blush that colored JJ's cheeks. 

"How about we go to chateau and sleep for a little longer." He asked, grunting as he stood and held out his hand. 

"You can sleep while I finish my homework." She let him lift her up, making sure to stay away from his soiled clothes. "You can also change and take a shower before any of that." She smirked, grabbing his chin as he leaned in to kiss her. 

"And brush my teeth." He said, leaning away. 

"And brush your teeth."

~

"Come on," JJ cried, being completely overdramatic. "You've been doing homework all day." It was true, she had been working for most of the day, but it was only because she wasn't able to finish yesterday, and that set her behind. 

"And you've been sleeping for most of the day." She chuckled, not looking away from her computer. She was exhausted having barely slept the night before. 

"I want to sleep for longer." He whined, grabbing her around the waist and leaning against her. 

"J," She muttered, wanting nothing more than to lay with him. "If I leave now I'm never gonna graduate." She tried, but JJ was still hanging off of her. 

"Just grab something you can read and cuddle with me." He begged, and Y/N finally sighed and gave in. 

"Let's go." She shut her computer and grabbed the book she needed to read, then followed his happy ass to the room they shared at the chateau.

Once they got comfortable in the bed, JJ basically draping himself over Y/N with his arms around her torso and his head tucked into her chest, Y/N opened the book and propped in on JJ's back. It took approximately three seconds for JJ to begin softly snoring, and Y/N just smirked and began reading.

For the most part, JJ stayed asleep, content to cuddle into Y/N even when she leaned over to turn the lamp on when it got too dark to read with the natural light. He didn't wake up until early the next morning, blinking against the lamp light and looking up at Y/N, who had tears running down her face and wide, glassy eyes.

"Babe?" JJ sits up and shifts, but Y/N continued staring. It wasn't unusual for her to cry at books, but this was different. Something was wrong.

"I cant read," She mutters and JJ has no idea what this means but he nods as if he understands.

"Okay," He tries to pull the book from her, but she has a death grip on it. 

"I-I don't know what's happening, I can't read, I don't know," She was shaking like a leaf, and once JJ was finally able to pluck it out of her hands she curled into him, their positions switching so that she was resting her head on his chest, his arms around her to pull her close and kiss her forehead. 

"I think you need some sleep, baby." He mutters, running a hand down her back. 

"I have so many assignments." She mutters, but she doesn't move from his arms, and her breaths even out as she falls asleep. 

"I love you." He whispers as he reaches over to turn the lamp off. The couple settles back in, Y/N's body like the missing part of him, her weight like a warm blanket he was never going to shed. "I love you." He repeats it because Y/N deserves to know, she needs to know and he almost wakes her up but one look at her sleeping face and he decides to settle for a light kiss on the forehead before closing his eyes and going to sleep. 

//

tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @roxaya

#jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #obx imagine #obx

[worseforwords]

The Last Wrapper

Leah Williamson x Reader

Chapter 2: Blankets & Bitterness

Link to Chapter 1

Leah looked up at you, her eyes red and puffy. “What are you doing here?” she slurred, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. You shook your head. “I could ask you the same thing,” you replied, trying to keep the annoyance out of your voice. No matter how much you hated her, you knew you couldn’t leave her there. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” you said, holding out your hand. 

“Leave me alone! I don’t need your help, I’m fine.” she blurted out, removing your hand with a weakened push. “Leah,” you said with a stern tone and a matching look, “you know I hate this just as much as you do, but you have to let me help you. You’re not safe here and no one should see you like this.” She looked up at you with a dazed look you couldn’t quite place, before eventually reluctantly accepting the hand you once again held out.

You helped Leah to her feet, and she leaned heavily against you as you made your way out of the bathroom. The stranger from earlier was waiting outside, looking concerned. “Is she okay?” she asked you. You nodded, not wanting to go into any details. “Yeah, she’s just had a bit too much to drink. I’ll make sure she gets home safe. Thanks for letting me know.”

You ordered an Uber and turned to Leah, asking for her address. However, she was in no state to answer, mumbling incoherently and unable to focus. Everyone you knew who might know her address was probably asleep at this hour, so you had no other option than to take Leah back to your place. It wasn’t too far away and you knew that it was the safest option. 

You helped her into the car once it arrived and the Uber driver started the short journey. Leah immediately passed out in the seat next to you, her head lolling to the side, onto your shoulder. The smell of her hair and the soft snores in your ear made a chill crawl up your back, but still you couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for her.

When you arrived at your apartment, you carried Leah inside and laid her down on the sofa. You went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, hoping that it would help to sober her up a little. When you returned to the living room, you saw that Leah had started to stir.

“Where am I?” she groaned, rubbing her forehead. You handed her the glass of water and she took a sip. “You’re at my place,” you told her. “Do you remember anything from tonight?” Leah shook her head. “Not really. I just remember feeling really upset and then everything’s a blur.” she still looked confused, frantically looking around trying to gather information about her situation from her surroundings. “Why am I here?”

You sighed, not sure what to do next. You didn’t want her to stay, but you couldn’t just leave her to her own devices either. You didn’t want to deal with her in the morning, especially if she was going to be hungover, but you knew that you had to do something.

“I’m sorry I hurt you,” Leah suddenly blurted out, making you turn your head and look at her confused. “Your knee I mean, I’m sorry I kicked it today.” she explained. “Sure.” You scoffed as you rolled your eyes. “I mean it. It was an accident, I swear.” 

“Look,” you said, sitting down next to her, “I don’t know what’s going on with you, but you need to get yourself together. You can’t get drunk in public like this. You are a professional footballer now, you have an image to maintain.” Leah looked at you, tears forming in her eyes. “I know,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry.” “Besides, it’s not safe for you out there on your own like this.” you continued, ignoring her apology and the current apologetic glare she was sending your way, probably because you actually said something considerably nice.

You stood up from the sofa again and walked over to the window, looking out into the darkness of the night. You knew you had to make a decision about what to do with Leah. On one hand, you wanted to just leave her there and let her deal with the consequences of her actions. On the other hand, you couldn’t bring yourself to abandon her in her time of need.

After a few minutes of silence, you turned back to Leah. “Look, you can stay here tonight,” you said, “but you need to promise me that you’ll start fixing whatever caused you to act like this tomorrow. This can’t happen again.” Leah nodded, eyes still filled with tears. “I promise.” she said, her voice hoarse.

You nodded, feeling like you made the right call, even though you had no idea if she’d remember any of it in the morning. At least she wasn’t going to be wandering the streets alone tonight. “Okay then,” you said, “let me get you something to sleep in.” You walked over to your bedroom and pulled a t-shirt and a pair of shorts out of the closet. “These should fit,” you said, handing them to her. “There’s an unused toothbrush in the bathroom cupboard if you want to brush your teeth too.”

Leah took the clothes from you and went to the bathroom to change. You took the opportunity to tidy up a little and collect some blankets and pillows for Leah to sleep on your couch.

When Leah emerged from the bathroom, she looked a little more composed. “Thanks,” she said, smiling weakly at you as she moved towards her previous spot on the sofa. “For everything.” You nodded, not sure what to say in response. The silence was awkward. Her mind was clearly occupied with something, but you didn’t want to push her to talk about anything she didn’t want to.

Instead, you sat down on the other end of the sofa and turned on the TV. You flipped through the channels until you found something mindless to watch, hoping that it would help both of you to relax, as you knew you had no chance at getting any sleep yet. 

After only about 5 minutes, you looked to your right to see Leah sound asleep. However, she lay in such an awkward position, her body twisted and contorted, that it seemed as if she had bent herself into a pretzel. You cursed under your breath as you got up and turned off the tv. You knew you couldn’t leave her like that so you reluctantly put your arms under her folded body and you gently laid her down on her side, putting a pillow under her head in the process.

You put a blanket over Leah and then you did wat might be the most immature thing you’ve ever done: you retreated to the bathroom to cleanse yourself of the Leah-ness that seemed to cling to you. As you washed your face and hands, you couldn’t help but shake your head at your own childishness, suddenly feeling the need to “wash off all the Leah” or something.

Eventually, you made your way to bed yourself, but your mind was still racing with thoughts and questions about the events of the night. After three hours of stirring, you gave up on the idea of sleep and got up to make yourself some tea. As you waited for the kettle to boil, you couldn’t help but think about Leah and what had caused her to act the way she did.

Just as you were about to pour the hot water over your teabag, you heard a noise coming from the living room. It was Leah, who had woken up and was now sitting on the couch, looking at you with bleary eyes. “You okay?” you asked, setting the kettle down and walking over to her.

She nodded, rubbing her eyes. “Yeah, I think so,” she said, her voice still a little foggy. “What time is it?” “Almost 4 AM,” you replied, glancing at the clock on the microwave. “Tea?” Leah nodded before letting out a groan. “I’m sorry,” she said, looking down at her lap. “I didn’t mean to keep you up all night.” “It’s fine,” you said, taking a seat next to her. “I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

Leah sighed and leaned back against the couch. “I just feel so stupid,” she said, her voice tinged with frustration. “I should know better than to let myself go like that.” You nodded sympathetically. “Yeah, it wasn’t the smartest move.” you said, trying to be supportive. Leah sighed again. “It’s just- there’s a lot going on right now,” she said, trailing off. You waited for her to continue, sensing that there was more she wanted to say.

“I- I lost someone close to me," she said, her voice catching. “And even though it’s been a long time since their gone and I thought I left it behind, I’ve recently come to realise that I am not over it. And it's been really hard to deal with. I thought I could handle it, but I guess I can’t.”

“I’m sorry to hear that Leah,” you said, “but it’s okay. Losing someone close to you isn’t something you can just get over, or leave behind, trust me.” She glared at you with a look you couldn’t quite place. It held a combination of pain, sadness but also sympathy. It was like she was looking for something in your eyes.

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, sipping your calming camomile tea and digesting the short conversation. Eventually, you stood up and stretched. “I should probably try to get some sleep now.” you said. “Right, yeah, me too.” she said blinking multiple times as she got up to put both your mugs in the sink. “Good night Leah.” “Good night.”

The next morning, after managing to get about four hours of sleep thanks to your camomile tea, you woke up to find an empty couch, except for a pile of neatly folded blankets and the shorts and shirt you’d given Leah the night before. As you went through the motions of getting dressed and doing your morning routine, there was a gnawing feeling in your stomach that you couldn’t quite put a finger on. The idea of her being in your house had been quite overwhelming, but now that she was gone, you couldn’t shake off the sadness that lingered. It confused you because over the past few years you had trained every fiber of your body to hate Leah, but something about last night’s conversation had left you feeling sympathetic towards her.

As you sat down to have breakfast, you found yourself conflicted about whether or not to reach out to her. On one hand, you didn’t want to have anything to do with her, but on the other hand, she had opened up about some personal issues and despite everything, you still wanted her to be okay.

You decided to give it some time and think it over before making any decisions. You went about your day, trying to push away any thoughts of Leah, but they kept creeping back into your mind and you kept checking your phone, secretly hoping she had reached out. Finally, realising you weren’t going to be able to put this aside, you made a decision. You picked up your phone and sent her a short message: “Hey, just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing.”

As you waited for a reply, you felt a sense of anxiety wash over you. What if she didn’t respond? What if she did, and you had to deal with her again? But before you could overthink it any further, your phone buzzed with a response from Leah. “Thanks for checking in, and thanks again for last night. I’m doing okay. How about you, did you end up getting any sleep?”

You sighed with relief, happy that she had responded. You sent a brief reply, telling her that you were fine and that you hoped she was taking good care of herself. As you were putting your phone away you noticed another incoming message from Leah: “Good, I’m glad. I’m really sorry I ruined your night, I won’t bother you again, I promise.”

Great, amazing. She was okay and she wouldn’t bother you again. Perfect. “This is good.” you said aloud to no one in particular, thinking saying it might make you believe it. But as the words left your lips, an uneasiness settled in your gut, conveying a very different message.

You couldn’t believe it. After years of holding grudges and wanting nothing to do with Leah, why did finding her a drunk, lonely mess suddenly make you want to see her again? Yesterday’s loss had left you feeling low, but this was a whole new level of frustration. You were pacing back and forth, trying to figure out why you were feeling this way. 

As you were about to resort to hitting walls again, you noticed the bruises from yesterday were still present on your fist, and you settled for a defeated sigh. This was a new kind of frustration. It consumed you, gnawing at your mind and heart, leaving you feeling lost and unsure. You had no idea what to do with yourself, and the confusion only grew stronger with each passing moment.

You despised yourself for it, yet it was like your fingers moved on their own accord, reaching for your phone once again to message Leah. You typed out several messages, before ultimately settling for a simple, friendly text: “It’s okay, really. Let me know if you need anything.”

A wave of anger surged through you as you hit send. Why did you feel obligated to help her? Wasn’t yesterday’s display of concern enough? You wanted to scream at yourself for your weakness, for your sudden inability to stay away from someone you loathed. But as much as your mind raged against you, your body seemed to relax, as if sending that message had eased some unknown tension within you. You were left feeling frustrated and confused, wondering why you couldn’t seem to stay true to your own feelings. You hated her, right?

The next few days went by in a blur of training and gym sessions, but despite being physically present, your mind was elsewhere. You couldn’t quite get Leah out of your head, and it was starting to affect your focus on the field. Millie noticed something was off and asked you about it during a break in practice.

At first, you tried to brush it off, telling her that everything was fine, but Millie persisted. She had been so nice to you so far, and you didn’t want to lie to her. However, you also didn’t want to put Leah in a bad light by telling her everything that had happened, which was a confusing sensation for you, as a week earlier, you would’ve probably jumped at the chance to put Leah in bad light.

In the end, you settled for a half-truth, telling Millie that you had a personal issue that was distracting you but that you were working on it. Millie nodded sympathetically, giving you a reassuring pat on the back. “Just remember, we’re all here for you.” she said before heading back onto the field.

For a few days, there was no reply from Leah, and you tried to convince yourself that you didn’t care. But deep down, you couldn’t help feeling anxious and worried about her, and about the message you had sent. You kept checking your phone, hoping for a response, until finally, a few days later, she messaged back: “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

You were surprised to feel a sense of relief wash over you. The two of you exchanged a few more brief messages, just checking in on each other, before the conversation came to a natural end.

You thought that would be it, but the days passed, you found yourself exchanging occasional messages with Leah. It felt strange to be communicating with her in such a formal and distant way, especially after all the resentment that had built up between you two over the years. And yet, there was something comforting about the exchange, like a small flicker of light in the darkness.

You were both polite and civil, asking each other about training and mutual friends, but avoiding any deep conversations. There were moments where you thought about bringing up the past, but you always held yourself back, afraid of what might happen. You couldn’t deny that it was frustrating, the way you tiptoed around each other, but at the same time, it felt like a relief not to have to deal with the tension and drama that had plagued your relationship in the past.

However, with each message you sent, you couldn’t help but feel that something had shifted between you and Leah. There was a new, unspoken understanding that had formed, one that made you feel uneasy and exposed. You tried to push it to the back of your mind and focus on your training, but the conflicting emotions inside you were becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

During the following week, as you were about to leave the gym after practice, your phone buzzed. It was Leah. “Hey, can we talk?” was all the message said. You panicked at the thought of it, your mind racing with worst-case scenarios. But despite your reservations, you replied with a tentative “Yes.”

Chapter 3

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[februaryflowers]

letters from park seonghwa

with seonghwa abroad, he leaves a series of letters with just what you need to hear to feel better in his absence. but the last one he writes, the last letter is everything you want to hear

check out the playlist for letters from park seonghwa here ! 

warnings: some parts imply the reader overworks themself, mutual pining, reader is pretty sad without him, language, kissing, poorly proofread sorry ;-;

mostly hurt/comfort but i promise the ending is fluff, 6317 words, best friend!seonghwa x reader | uni au

a/n: this one is kinda more rushed than my last ateez fics but im impulsive and i love seonghwa heh so my apologies if it’s eh😭

Sliding your arms around Seonghwa’s neck and down his chest, you peer around his head. “What’re you doing?”

At your voice, his shoulders jolt up before quickly relaxing once more. “I dunno,” he hums, shrugging. “Just tryna pass time. I’m bored,” he whines. 

Running a hand through his hair, you sigh. “I know. I’ll be done soon, I promise, sorry. God, I hate essays.”

He pouts as you untangle yourself from him and head back to your bed, brows instantly furrowing as your fingers start to clack against the laptop keys once more. With a sigh, he returns to his idling. He always worries about you, about how you manage your mountainous workload. Will everything be okay when he’s gone?

Even as he tries to focus his attention on the pages in front of him, he can’t seem to shake you from his thoughts. Folding the paper, he glances to you once more, frowning as he watches the tension in your slouched shoulders. He hasn’t had the heart to tell you about his departure, and time is ticking down until he has to go. Of course, you knew that he had to get an internship for his graduation requirements, but did it have to be so soon? 

So one paper craft turns to five, to ten, and soon enough, as the hours tick by, he probably has over a hundred. Before he knows it, he’s stuffing them into his bag, looking up to see your head lolling to the side, your body tilting so much he’s surprised you haven’t fallen over.

He chuckles softly, shuffling over to you and prying the laptop from your grasp.

“I-I’m almost…done…” your murmur, your eyes drooping more and more with every second that passes. 

“You can finish in the morning,” he coos. “You need rest.”

With your chest now rising and falling in slow breaths, Seonghwa pulls the blankets up to your chin, brushing the side of your face with his finger. “Sleep well,” he murmurs, smiling at the little quirk of your lips that appears at the sound of his voice. “Dream of me.”

You apparently have enough energy to lift your hand, only for it to fall back down in what he guesses is supposed to be a playful swat before sleep comes to you. With one last look at you as he turns off the lights, he sighs and pads to his room.

Tomorrow, tomorrow he will tell you.

You try to keep the drive as lighthearted as possible. With your shared car playlist blasting in the background and the two of you bobbing your heads along to the beat, you can almost pretend that today isn’t going to crush you. 

But as the minutes tick down and the traffic builds with your approach towards the airport, the weight on your chest grows and grows, your out-of-tune singing growing quieter and quieter. Ever knowing, Seonghwa reaches for one of your hands, prying your fingers from the wheel and into his grasp.

“I’m gonna miss you,” you croak, your voice finally breaking. “I’m gonna miss you so much, Seonghwa.”

“I’m gonna miss you too, baby,” he murmurs, squeezing your hand. 

His words don’t help the heaviness in your heart. You don’t even remember when he started calling you baby. He’d said it was because he was just so fond of you and wanted to take care of you whenever he began using that term of endearment. He’d given you the brightest smile and pinched your warming cheeks that day, and every day since, he has given you the biggest swarm of butterflies.

Maybe you’re dreaming, but it feels different than it used to. And that definitely makes your heart clench, wishing that it was. In another universe, another lifetime, another plane, Seonghwa loves you like that. But it’s not here.

Here, Seonghwa is simply your best friend, your beloved roommate. Perhaps he’ll find a lover abroad. And, even if it crushes you, you’ll still smile. Because, even more than you want him, you really want him to be happy, even if it’s not with you. 

His humming takes over, shuffle play bringing a slow song to the speakers, a soft love song, because of course your best friend is a sappy romantic at heart. While it provides some ease to your racing nerves, you’re still all too aware of how he plays with your fingers, tapping the rhythm against each tip. It’s as if he just knows you, your mind, so well, that he can make your knees weak and your brain jelly without as much as a second thought, without even knowing that he’s doing it to you. 

With the instruments finally coming to a quiet close, he pauses, turning to meet your profile and lowering your intertwined hands to his knee. “Can I ask you something?” he exhales.

“Anything, always.”

“It’s kind of selfish of me…” he whispers. 

“That’s okay.”

Biting his lip, he looks to the floor. “Could you…smile for me?”

You pause, the car simultaneously coming to a stop at the red light.

But he senses your hesitation as a soft no, one you don’t have the heart to say out right. “It’s okay,” he says, untangling your fingers and instead placing his hand over yours on his thigh. “It’s selfish, I know. You have every right to be sad. I just—” He sighs. “I’m not gonna be seeing the real thing for the next two months; I wanna remember your smile.” 

You forgot, if anything, your best friend is also cheesy as hell. A chuckle arises from your tight throat, causing a smile to bloom over your features. And it’s in that moment that a familiar quickened rhythm overtakes his heart. 

He grins, reaching his fingers up to brush your cheek. “There it is.”

And ease returns once more, your dramatic crooning returning. You can pretend. You can do it for him. You will yourself to do this one thing for him after all he’s done for you.

But it just can’t be contained when you make it to the parking lot and help take out his suitcases. 

“It’s okay,” you sniffle, brushing away streams of water that run down your face with a small smile. 

Despite that curve on your face, the heavy burden on your heart builds and builds as the moments tick down to when you and Seonghwa will be apart. You don’t think you can remember a time in your whole college career where you went so long without him. Every summer break or holiday recess, he’d be there, visiting you, teasing you about how lonely you were without him. And now, it’s too real. 

Taking you into his embrace, he rubs your back, leaning his head against you gently. “Baby, no,” he murmurs, a quiet shush to your tears. “It’s okay to be sad. If I could stay—”

“No,” you chuckle, shaking your head. Salty droplets continue to pour down your face, stinging your skin, but you pull back from Seonghwa, brushing his hair away from his face. “You’re gonna save the world or something,” you smile sadly. “I’ll be okay.”

Seonghwa wants to say that you’re the world to him, his world, but the words die on his tongue when he meets your glazed gaze that reflects the airport lights back to him. You just mean so much to him. What if he loses—

With one last squeeze, you finally detach yourself from your best friend, patting your cheeks with your sleeves and brushing off your jacket. If you don’t let go now, you don’t think you’ll be able to stop crying before he leaves. You might not be able to ever let him go. 

Exhaling, you force a smile on your face, past the swollen eyes and runny nose. “Now go make me proud, Park,” you tease. 

As he steps away, his luggage wheels squeaking against the tile as he pulls the handle, your lip begins to quiver once more. God, you just wanted to reassure him. He always worries so much about you, and here you are, holding him back when he has no choice but to go. And—

His movement pauses, before he turns around, blinking back at you.

“Seonghwa?” you call, taking steps towards him. “Did you forget something?”

“Hold on.”

He sinks to his knees, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and pulling out a glass jar.

“Hwa!?” you giggle. “You know you can’t bring that on the plane; What if it broke! You’re so silly, y’know. Good thing you remembered—”

Standing, he zips the bag shut once more and hands it to you wordlessly. Despite the words tumbling around in your brain, the butterflies swarming your stomach, you tell yourself that his pallor is from his nervousness about flying, his important internship for graduation. Seonghwa would never like you like that, right?

“Is…that for me?” you squeak, your voice unusually feeble. 

He nods, holding it out to you again. “Open them whenever you’re feeling sad, okay?”

“O-okay…” Taking the container in your hands, you dare to meet his gaze. “Thank you for thinking of me.”

“How could I ever not think of you, y/n?” he asks, his eyes round and soft as he quirks his head. He then forces his lips into a small smile, wrapping his arms around you for the briefest second before he pulls away. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

It’ll feel like a lifetime, an eternity, instead of the actual two months it’ll be. But you can’t keep him here when he has to go, when he can change the world for the better. So instead, you take your free hand to squeeze his. 

“You’re gonna kick butt.”

Pushing him off then waving until he’s out of view, you wait until you return to your car to bury your face in your hands. Are the hundreds of other people here saying goodbye too? 

Even though there are probably many other teary partings and weary friends and lovers, it all feels irrelevant. Do they understand each other like you and Seonghwa do? Do they love each other like you and Seonghwa do? Do they need each other as much as you need Seonghwa? 

So, despite being in his arms less than five minutes ago, you take the jar from the passenger seat, unscrewing the silver lid to pull out the first of many objects that fill the rounded glass. Every last centimeter of the container has been crammed with paper, origami envelopes with a heart to open them. You don’t even know how he had this much time to finish all these, especially while he was preparing for his internship and departure. 

Running a finger under your eye and flicking away the droplets that don’t seem to stop, you let a small breath into your lungs, courage to pluck out the paper laying right on top finally coming. 

You can’t help the small, amused huff that comes through after you open it.

A letter. Of course. 

Dear y/n, Are you sitting in the parking lot crying right now? We just said goodbye right? I know I’m teasing you as I write from the past, when our departure doesn’t weigh as heavily on my mind, but that also means it hurts less right now. I guarantee that when I’m in the middle of check in I’ll start bawling. Sure, we’ll be time zones apart, an ocean away, but, really, call me whenever you need, whenever you want. Don’t even worry about it. I want to hear about your day, what you’re up to, how classes are, what San and Wooyoung are up to, anything, everything.  And I’ll be back before you know it. I promise. I miss you so much already. Love, Seonghwa

Your phone dings just as you read his name, tracing your fingers over his elegant signature. Fishing the screen out of the cup holder, you’re met with a photo from Seonghwa.

“‘I told you so,’” you read aloud.

Admittedly you chuckle at his silly antics, even if it does set off a pang in your chest to see him so teary eyed. He’s going to change the world and pretty much complete the last big push of his graduation requirements. He shouldn’t be feeling that sad. Is it your fault? 

But before your thoughts can settle and take root in your mind, another notification pops on the screen with another text from Seonghwa.

“‘Thank you for smiling for me. Text me when you get home safely. I’ll be here for a few hours,’” you repeat. 

It takes everything to turn on the ignition and put the car in drive, but with a slow exhale and Seonghwa’s words covering the worries running around your mind, you manage to pull out of your parking spot and onto the road. These next weeks will be impossibly long.

Even though you already sort of knew it, you quickly remember that life without Seonghwa is so gray and dull. The sky even agrees with you, the days following his departure filled with overcast skies and rain. 

Every morning you wake up to a quiet apartment, no Seonghwa waiting at the island with breakfast for you, no Seonghwa to keep you company on the walk to class, and no Seonghwa to come home to, greeting you with the best hug you’ve ever had (Yes it gets better every day. You don’t know how but it does.) Of course your friends all begin taking on extra care for you in his absence, meeting you for lunch or bringing dinner by, studying with you more often, hanging out more frequently. And you appreciate it, you really do. You really do have fun and enjoy the time with them. But there’s nothing like having Seonghwa in the flesh by your side. 

And it hits one late night, the moon high above you, the only light in a starless sky. It hasn’t even been a week since you said goodbye. Slumping down on the oddly empty sofa, you sigh, your fingers itching for the phone a foot away. 

Your friends have already gone home from your weekly Friday night shenanigans, which means that you should be putting on a funny movie with Seonghwa to conclude the evening. His cuddles are probably the best way to finish up a tiring week, reinvigorating you with excitement and energy for the next days to come.

With the weight building on your chest, you let a soft breath leave your lips before you give in to the nagging in your heart. Sure, you talked with him this morning, but you’d really like to hear his voice now for a moment, at least. 

y/n [ 12:06 am ] : are you busy?

Of course he doesn’t respond. It’s right in the middle of the workday for him. He has other things to do. But you can’t pick yourself up off the couch. You don’t know exactly what you’re waiting for. Fingers tapping mindlessly against the fabric, it isn’t until a soft ding echoes around the room that you shift. 

seonghwa [ 12:08 am ] : in a meeting :( i’ll be done in 20 though

seonghwa [ 12:08 am ] : is smthn wrong?  

y/n [ 12:09 am ] : nothing…just miss you…

Yeah, you should really head to bed. He’ll be busy even when the meeting ends. Waiting here will only make you more miserable. 

Pushing yourself off the sofa, you shuffle to the bathroom, brushing your teeth until you hear the quiet buzzing once more. As you rinse your mouth out, you find your eyes in the mirror. 

Seonghwa wouldn’t want you to be this sad, would he? He always loved, loves still, your smile, always pinching your cheeks when you have a wide grin or a matching one of his own growing on his face when you’re particularly happy. 

seonghwa [ 12:11 am ] : sorry baby :( i miss you too i’ll call you tn

seonghwa [ 12:12 am ] : why don’t you open a letter for me?

y/n [ 12:12 am ] : okay

y/n [ 12:13 am ] : gonna head to bed after though so dw gl with your meeting

seonghwa [ 12:13 am ] : sleep well baby :)

Unscrewing the jar, you carry it into your room and leave the glass on the nightstand before pulling out a small blue envelope. From the crooked creases, you’re guessing it must’ve been one of his first projects, which causes a small smile to force its way to your face as you imagine him redoing the same folds over and over until they were clean enough for his standards with furrowed brows. As you scoot into bed, you rest your back against the pillows and unfold the paper.

Brushing the smooth surface with your fingers, you finally let out a small breath and find his words. 

Dear y/n, Are you tucked into bed? I hope you are. I hope you’re getting enough rest, taking plenty of breaks, and still enjoying life without me. Did Jongho take you out for lunch today? Did you hang out with Yunho and Mingi? You can tell me all about it later; I’m sure it’s late now and you’re tired. 

That’s right. You have a lunch date with Jongho tomorrow. And you did study with Yunho and Mingi at the boba place near campus, even if you quickly devolved into laughter and anything but studying. 

You do miss Seonghwa. You wish he was with you here instead of being on the other side of an ocean. You really do. But there’s so much fun to be had with all your friends.

With a reluctant smile, you continue reading.

When you finish this note, I want you to close your eyes. I might be far from you physically, but you are never far from my thoughts. I’ll be thinking of you every day. I already do.  When I see the sun rise, you’re watching the same sun set, just on the other side of the planet. Two sides of the same coin. I’m still with you, baby.  So close your eyes. Smile for me? I’m never far so don’t miss me too much :) I’ll be home soon.  Sleep well and dream of me ;) Seonghwa

There’s a teary smile on your face as you finish his words. Flicking a stray droplet from your cheek, you sigh. 

What are you ever going to do with that man?

With a playful shake of your head, you attempt to fold the paper back into the shape it was given to you in, but you can’t seem to find the right combination of creases to turn the flat page into a beautiful letter once more. You’ll have to ask Seonghwa how to do it when he comes home. But for now, you start the pile of finished notes on your desk, smoothing out the lines so the page will lie flat next to your stacks of books. 

Perhaps Seonghwa’s letter is exactly what you needed to hear, the heavy allure of sleep beginning to take its toll on your drooping eyes and a yawn escaping from your lips. Crawling back to bed, you close your eyes. It might be your imagination—you know it is—but it’s as if you can feel him sitting next to your drowsy figure, watching over you protectively. 

On nights like this one, he’d normally tuck you in tightly under the blanket before busying himself with his homework at your desk until you fell asleep. Tonight is far from that, but, even half asleep, you know he’s still taking care of you from a world away. This isn’t what you’re used to, but today is okay. Sleep comes quickly. 

Today sucks. Today is the worst day you can remember in the last year. So you failed your exam. And your project team is driving you up the wall. It seems every inconvenience that can go wrong does go wrong, leaving you exasperated as you drop your keys at the front door after a long day. 

Shuffling into your room, your fingers fish out from the jar, unfolding the delicate page a little rougher than you should. With a huff, you collapse on the bed, holding the letter above you.

Dear y/n, How’s your final project going? You’re supposed to be doing one of those for your design class this semester, right? I know you must be stressed around now. I hope you’re remembering to take it easy. You’re doing so much work; you gotta take care of yourself, baby. Take a break. Go on a walk. Get boba with Hongjoong (lord knows he needs a break too). Even if you think you need to finish everything right now, you need to put yourself first. Your health matters. You matter. And you don’t want to burn out before the semester ends, do you? If you can’t do it for those things, could you do it for me?  Because, most of all, I hope you remember to be gentle with yourself. I know this degree is important to you, but above everything, you are the most important. You’re the most precious star, baby.  I’m proud of you already. Don’t worry too much, yeah? Love, Seonghwa

You think that’s what does you in, little streams beginning to flow down the mountains and valleys of your cheeks. It’s not even the frustration from your day. How does Seonghwa—past, present and future—just know exactly what you need to hear when you need to hear it? What ever did you do to be blessed by having a friend like him?

Placing the letter on the neat stack you’ve amassed, you return to your bed, not wanting to smudge his ink with your tears. Sunset prickles through the window shades, sneaking under your closed lids as you try to rest. While the still quiet is nice, in your heart you know Seonghwa is right. It’d be good to hang out with someone. 

So you open your eyes, retracing your steps through the apartment to find your phone on the kitchen counter. 

y/n [ 5:36 pm ] : do you wanna get boba maybe? 

hongjoong [ 5:37 pm ] : ofc???

 hongjoong [ 5:37 pm ] : ill come by we can walk together? 

Laughing with Hongjoong, you can feel every ounce of irritation that’d built up in you the whole day being replaced by the second. It’s almost a little annoying how well Seonghwa knows every corner of your mind. 

y/n [ 4:26 pm ] : SEONGHWA SEONGHWA

y/n [ 4:26 pm ] : SEONGHWA I GOT THE JOB

Checking the time, you let out a small sigh. He’s probably asleep. You know he’ll see your messages when he wakes up in the morning, but it’s not quite the same as celebrating with him in real time, still off the high of the email in your inbox.

It’s become a habit now, finding that glass jar whenever you wish he was with you instead. Yet again, you crawl on the bed, wrangling a piece of paper out from the container. The one you pull up is a little fancier than the ones you’ve picked previously, a pristine white page with small bunny and confetti stickers. It makes you pause, squinting at the folded envelope.

There’s no way Seonghwa would know, right?

Dear y/n, Congratulations! Maybe you guessed from the celebratory stickers I put on, but I wrote this one for a special occasion. I hope you’ll tell me all about it when we have a chance to talk again, but I hope this will suffice in the time being. Regardless, I want you to know that I’m so proud of you.  Even if you opened this on a different kind of day, I’m proud of you. I’m so proud of who you are and all you’ve accomplished any day of the week. My best friend is so kind and sweet but also smart and a badass.  But I just know that you’ll read this one on a good kind of day. So congratulations! I know, whatever it may be, that you deserve it. You are so capable, baby.  You’ll still tell me about it when you’re rich and successful though right? ;) Love, Seonghwa

Oh, curse him. He genuinely baffles you. What kind of guy can predict the future like that? (He knew. He always has faith in you.) And what kind of coincidence must there be for you to open the exact note today? 

And it just reaffirms the little thought in your mind that there is nobody in the world quite like Seonghwa. You don’t think there’ll be anyone as wonderful and gentle and caring as him. But to top it all off, he just understands you through and through. 

While you just clicked all those years ago, he also listened. He never stopped. He simply tries his best with you, and will never let you go so easily. He still does. What’s between you is more than an initial spark. 

It still burns. You’re more than content to keep fanning the gentle flame that keeps you both cozy. And Seonghwa and his warmth are the best company to sit around that fire with. It will always burn bright. 

Of course when he reads your messages in the morning, he celebrates and cheers with you, almost as loud as you know he would be if he was actually here.

You grow less dependent on Seonghwa’s little notes as time goes by. You’ll still take them out sometimes when you miss him particularly badly or for fun, but definitely less than the first weeks. Your texts and video chats are still as frequent as before, though. If you had to go two months without seeing his smile you aren’t sure what you’d both do. 

This weekend you find yourself at the farmer’s market with San and Wooyoung. As the former goes around trying to get free samples and the latter actually looks for groceries, you wander off to the lake. 

Families and pets are scattered along the shore, enjoying the spring breeze through the bright sky. Summer will come soon, an inkling of humidity sticking in the wind that blows past the shining sun.

The last time you came here was two years ago with Seonghwa. Another opportunity never really came up to return, but San and Wooyoung insisted you come today and you wanted to visit again anyway, agreeing to tag along. And next year, you’ll all graduate, making your way into the real world. It’s a little hard to believe. 

 But this is the kind of memory you’d like to savor, to revisit. 

Stepping out of the shade of the treeline, you let your eyes find a little family of ducklings. The babies tail behind their mother, and, almost as if they can sense your gaze, they turn and let out small quacks. With a chuckle, you give a small wave before they all head on their way once more, your heart growing in your chest at their flapping, splashing wings.

“Y/n!” San calls. 

“We got donuts. Do you want one?” Wooyoung asks. 

Turning to them you smile. “Sure. Just gimme a moment.”

This is the kind of thing Seonghwa would coo at, a simple, adorable moment. You’d probably be able to convince him to come here with you when he comes back with the promise of free samples alone. Everything else would just be another cherry on top.

Regardless, you want a picture, just for yourself, your own personal scrapbook in your mind. The animals, the weather, the scenery, it’s all a little too picturesque to not immortalize. 

But before you can even unlock the screen, your eyes find the date.

Your best friend is coming back in a week. 

You made it. 

While you certainly can survive without Seonghwa, there’s something about having him in the flesh that adds an extra sparkle and brightness to life. And he’ll be back before you know it. You survived months. You can make it another week. 

Snapping the photo, you hurry over to your friends and gladly take the glazed donut hole that Wooyoung hands you. Nothing has ever tasted so sweet. 

The night before Seonghwa’s return, the glass jar catches your eye. A lone page sits on the bottom, all its brethren now stacked neatly on your desk under a paperweight. 

Drying your face, you smile. What the hell. You might as well open it. 

Crawling into bed, you take the letter. Everything is as it should be. Seonghwa is on his plane home, back to you. You finished the semester with the best grades of your whole college career. You just had a fun night out with your seven other crazy friends. 

Unfolding the creases, a path you’ve memorized and can now do without a second thought, you swallow upon seeing the paragraphs in front of you.

You already know this is going to be different. 

With a shaky breath, you begin.

Dear y/n,  I hope things have been going according to plan and this is the last letter you open before I come home. I’ll be back soon and, even if I haven’t left yet as I write this, I know the first thing I’ll want to do when I land is fall into your arms and hold you until you complain about needing to pee or something. I already know I will miss you terribly. And maybe, my hope in writing this, in our distance, is to protect my fragile heart.  I know I’m being cowardly in not telling you this in person, but if you find you don’t see me in the way I see you, that’s okay. I will love you as a friend all the same and you can burn this letter and pretend the last 10 minutes never happened. But I love you. I love you in every way I have been taught to love and then some. I have fallen so deeply for you that a simple, ordinary life with you would be more meaningful and happy than any alternative, a timeline in which every other dream I have could come true. My heart is yours, has been shaped and nurtured and protected by you; I don’t think I know what it would be like if I’d never met you. Every day I wake up and see you in our kitchen before going to class, and I can’t help but feel lucky to know you. Yet, despite that, I can’t promise that I will be everything you need in a person, in the world. But I promise that I will try to protect your beautiful heart, your bright-eyed wonder, until you are so sure of them that nothing will shake you. And even then, I will still be in your corner, a shoulder to lean on. Just say the word.  I can't wait to come home.  Yours always,  Seonghwa

By the end, you can’t stop the waterfall of salty droplets falling from your face. You clutch the letter to your racing heart, trying to take a slow breath to calm all the nerves in your body that have been lit. 

Seonghwa…your Seonghwa…he loves you…

You always knew he loved you. You know he does now. 

It’s just…he loves you in one more way. 

You don’t think twice as you bring the page with you to your desk, already pulling out your own page and finding a pen. After all the letters he’s written you, you think it’s only fair that you write one back to him. Even if you can’t stop the few tears that soak your paper of your single note, you hope it’ll be enough to match the time and attention he put into his hundred.

Your little airport pickup sign has Seonghwa’s name in large, black sharpie on the front, but as you hold it up, the back of it is what causes a lump to form in your throat. The triangular paper flap that has since been taped down can change everything now. When Seonghwa opens it, nothing will be the same, and you won’t be able to go back. 

But you know it’ll all be for the better. 

Rocking on your heels, you scan the exit tunnel area once more. He’d texted you that he’d made it through customs a while ago, so it could be any minute now. But your impatience takes over, and you pull out your phone to check for new messages. 

With your foot tapping at the tile, you don’t even notice the footsteps towards you until their owner is wrapping his arms around you.

“Y/n,” he sighs, his breath falling to your skin. 

While you jolt at the surprise, you quickly relax into his familiar warmth, letting small pools form in the corners of your eyes. It doesn’t surprise you either when you feel similar drops landing on your shirt. 

“I missed you,” you cry. 

“I missed you too.”

He rocks you back and forth, the two of you eventually sinking to the ground to simply hold each other. Nothing can get in the way of you finally being together with him once more. 

“How was your internship?”

“Good, they gave me a glowing review to my advisor.” He snuggles his head further against you. “How’ve you been?”

“You say that like I haven’t spoken to you every day,” you chuckle, flicking away the wetness on your cheeks with your hands before they quickly return to their spot on his back. 

“I wanna hear about everything,” he says. “Even if you repeat it ten times over. I’m always gonna wanna hear what you have to say, y/n.”

Blinking, you find it in yourself to pull away, still in his arms, just at a further distance so you can meet his eyes. “There’s…there’s actually one thing I didn’t tell you.”

He swallows. Did you start seeing someone? You would’ve told him, right? Or maybe…you read his letter…and you thought telling him in person would soften the blow. “W-what is it?”

You hand him the envelope silently, staring at his smooth hands as he opens it and pulls out the piece of paper tucked neatly inside. It’s so simple, yet it holds your whole heart on it. 

He glances at you before his eyes find the words once more and he begins. 

Dear Seonghwa, It’s silly. You spent so much time writing me notes and letters, filling pages with heartfelt words that you just knew I needed to hear somehow always when I needed them most. You never ran out of the most perfect words. And yet, I can’t even figure out what to say in my first one. I don’t know if I can ever truly explain or understand how much I love you. You deserve to know, though, so I’ll try my best, but I can only hope that this is enough.  Your last letter to me was different in a few ways, no? If I’m reading things right, it was a confession, right? It was primarily for your feelings rather than mine.  And, most of all, it was everything I wanted to hear and then some.  The stars would be so proud to know they created you. I’m so honored that you feel I have shaped your wonderful heart in the way that I have, but I want you to know that you, your heart, yourself, you are stunning just as you are.   I don’t really know what I’m saying here but I hope you will always be happy. And I’d love it if I could be that person to make you happy. I love you. I think I always have. It just grew and grew, and I hope it doesn’t stop. Because, Park Seonghwa, you’re the one I love most.  Your partner in everything (and hopefully one more way), y/n

You’ve stopped staring for a long while, just listening to the hustle around the little bubble you’ve made on the floor. You don’t think you have the heart to see his face as he reads everything you poured into that letter. 

“Y/n,” he murmurs. 

You hum, still refusing to meet his eyes.

“Could you look at me?”

When you don’t budge, he lifts his fingers to your chin. Giving you a moment to look at him on your own, he turns your head from the ground.

“Have I told you…how much I love you?”

Finding his round orbs, you swallow. Of course his eyes always sparkle like that, but you don’t think you’ve ever seen them so bright. The soft blanket of his steady gaze is trained on you, a warm fondness and affection that causes your stomach to swoop. You’d never be able to describe how stunning his eyes are. Not even the most talented painter creating their finest masterpiece could match their beauty. And…it’s all for you…?

“Was it okay?” you squeak.

He smiles, brushing your cheek. “More than okay.” Tucking you into him, he rests his lips on your head. “It was perfect. You will always be more than enough.”

In the middle of your bubble, you give him a squeeze, resting your weight against him. He’s really here, with you, in your arms. And…

“Does that mean…you’re mine?”

He tests the waters, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And you’re mine, baby.”

“I like that.”

Grinning, he begins rubbing long strokes down your back. “I like that too, angel.”

But as you spot some of the other strangers you’d been waiting with begin to shuffle towards the exit with their friends and family, you try to stand, only to be met with the resistance of Seonghwa’s grip.

“Hey! I’m not letting you go just yet,” he laughs, the tears collecting in his eyes finally dropping from his lashes and onto his cheeks. “I’m not letting go until you complain you need to pee or something.”

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Fluff, Bakugou x female reader, part 1 of 6

part of the Drummer AU

You nibbled on another fry, wishing you could stomach something more substantial. You never could here. Something about the sound of live music rattled your senses. The way it vibrated through you was soothing, but the cost was always appetite robbery.

You licked your lips, catching the few stray granules of salt stuck in your strawberry gloss. You paused as you felt a sensation on the tip of your tongue, remembering too late that you’d used the plumping formula tonight. You shut your mouth tightly when you caught his gaze on you. Fuck, of course the hottest guy looked over here while your tongue was lolled out like a fucking dog.

“I think they’re up next!”

You tuned back into the chatter of your friends as a pink hand passed you another shot of fireball. This shit wasn’t your favorite, but they were the deal of the day. You let them clink their glasses with yours before you all tapped them against the table and threw them back. Sweet…so sweet. You laughed at Ochako and Hagakure as they coughed, nearly wasting a good deal, mirroring each other’s complaints of it burning.

Your eyes were drawn back to that brick wall, covered in layers of marker, but there was no sign of blonde hair. No red eyes watching you make a fool of yourself. Didn’t matter. You weren’t fucking here for that, and you definitely weren’t fucking here to worry about some random guy’s opinion of you.

You chomped down on another fry, not really sure what you were actually here for. Sometimes it was too perfect having a friend like Mina. She always knew when you needed to be dragged out of the apartment. She was like a fucking bloodhound when it came to sniffing out your shutdown avoidant bullshit. You wouldn’t even have a chance to break out the cat onesie or ignore her texts before she’d come rattling the lock of your front door with her key…that she kept forgetting to give back to you, and barge in with some outing you needed to get ready for.

This time it was some basement bar that some of her friends were playing at. Although that could mean friends from a decade ago or someone she met this morning. You smiled and ran your tongue across your lip, frowning at that same stupid sensation. Dumb. You were gonna lick all the gloss off at this rate.

You dusted the salt from your lap, glad you were wearing black denim as you realized that you’d probably just used it as a napkin, and slid off the barstool, waving off the simultaneous offers to join you in the restroom. You’d been here before. There was barely room in there for the people that needed to use it.

Smoke…none of it remained, but the scent curled around you still. You didn’t hate it, feeling like it belonged to the wallpaper in hallways like this. Dim amber lights etched the shadows on the textured walls, covered in framed pictures instead of patron scribbles like the rest of the bar. Someone shouldered past you on their way out…even that didn’t bother you. It was practically unavoidable with the small hall and sharp corners. This space demanded you to be a little rougher, a little possessive of the air you took up.

You hummed at your reflection, squinting one eye after the other…maybe you were starting to get a bit drunk. You shut both tightly, but your boots stayed planted and your body stayed steady. You opened them again to reapply that gloss, wiping the smears of it from the corners of your lip. You upheld tradition and shouldered past someone on your way out.

The bar had gone darker, but the lights flashing on the stage lit your way every few feet. Your smile fell as you realized your destination had become the loudest table in the bar. You couldn’t tell what they were shouting at first, a name you didn’t recognize…but it came out as a jumble of consonants with all five women starting it at different times. Their timing was terrible. You laughed, settled back into your seat and placed another fry between your lips. Their shouts were silenced by a quick pounding of the drums.

“Don’t use my fuckin’ first name like ya know me!”

The deep voice didn’t come through the speakers, instead making its way across the stage without any help from the mic. It came directly from the blonde drummer, his red eyes flashed for the moment the white lights settled on him. The hue shifted to a red glow, turning his spiked hair into almost a pink as his drumsticks pointed directly at your fucking table.

Your lips parted when his head tilted towards you. The lights flashed again, catching on his piercings, but shadowing his eyes. Your face heated as the fry you’d been chewing fell from your mouth. The drumsticks slid through his fingers. The movement looked lazy, but they ended with you as their new target.

“You.” His teeth flashed before he was tossed back into darkness. “You can say it for me tonight.”

Inspiration for this came from here from the lovely and contagious mind of @katsukikitten 🖤 thank you

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Batboys ships feat. the morning after New Years (happy 2023 everyone!!)

~ ”Ughhh…” Dick Grayson took half the covers with him when he fell out of the bed, sore and completely hungover.

Because of this, Wally was forced to actually move and look over the edge at him.

“What the shit was that for?” he grumped. His condition wasn’t much better. He yanked the covers back, but Dick didn’t move.

He groaned. “M’ skull has a heartbeat…” he mumbled into the carpet.

Wally huffed in solidarity. “That speedster alcohol works. Remind me to thank and then punch Cisco later.”

“What, you’re leaving the house today?” Dick joked, finally managing to crawl back up into bed. Thankfully, the windows were closed, and they could probably go back to sleep. He faceplanted into Wally’s chest. “Shtay.”

“Yeah, yeah.” There was a serene pause. Not even the dog was up. “If you puke on me, I’m breaking up with you.”

“I would nev- maybe we should go to the bathroom.”

“GET OFF!”

~ Lian knew her dads were going to be hungover the morning after. She did not count on taking care of and reverse-parenting the shit out of them, though. It was sort of validating.

“Li, I’m buying you the fucking Wonka factory after this,” Roy groaned, half hanging out of the bed.

“You’re my favorite child,” Jason agreed, (barely) catching the water bottle she tossed him.

Lian grinned, leaning against the bed. “Don’t repay me in chocolate, repay me in solo patrol time!”

“Don’t push your luck,” Roy grumbled, taking the bottle Jay passed over.

“I’ll make you Nutella sandwiches for lunch.”

“I hate that you know my weakness.”

~

When Tim woke up, the house was quiet.

Normally he’s not the first one up anyways. The Manor always had the sound of training, yelling, busy hallways. Unless it was early enough, anyways.

Kon’s arm was draped over his chest, and he was still snoring peacefully.

“Kon,” Tim whispered, poking at his bicep. “Conner, we’re up first.”

Conner mumbled something like, “You’re up first. I’m asleep.”

Tim sighed, tracing patterns on his boyfriend’s arm. More sleep didn’t sound too bad, although late nights weren’t an excuse. Late nights were every night.

Still. It was New Years last night. He figured no one would be up until at least nine, which was the latest anyone usually slept in the Manor.

“Turn your brain off,” Kon hummed. “I can feel you thinking. It’s distracting.”

“I thought you were asleep,” Tim teased, lolling his head over to check the actual time.

Oh. Oh, no.

Tim sat bolt upright in bed, startling Kon off of him.

“What-?” he started to say in a panic, but Tim cut him off.

“FUCK,” he yelped. “It’s one in the afternoon!”

~

Despite Drake’s shouting, Damian had managed to sleep in- and that never happened.

He lay staring at the door, a blush spreading across his face as memories from the night before replayed.

“Dami!” Admittedly, the Kryptonian had only found him because he’d paused to watch the countdown in Gotham’s city square. He couldn’t say he was mad, although he was maybe a bit ashamed someone had caught him lacking.

“Kent,” Damian greeted. He hated the butterflies that swarmed his stomach. He hoped it didn’t show in his voice.

“Can I sit?” Jon said obliviously. Damian gestured to the ledge beside him, where they could see the big billboard. Thirty seconds.

Dami glanced at him after a few moments of silence. “Why are you in Gotham?”

Jon shrugged. “Conner’s here. And maybe I wanted to see you.”

Twenty seconds. “Me?”

“Yeah… unless- if you don’t-“

“Jon.” Damian was startled into using his first name. He hesitantly laid a gloved hand on Jon’s. “I like to see you too, if it comforts you.”

Jon smiled. “Well, then- the countdown’s starting!”

10.

9.

8.

Jon hopped up to his feet, pulling Dami with him by the hand. When they were standing, he didn’t let go.

7.

6.

Damian tried to ignore the short distance between them. He could feel the heat radiating from him.

5.

4.

When Jon leaned in, he may or may not have given Dami a heart attack.

3.

2.

1.

He kissed him, right as the first fireworks went off and the crowd screamed.

Movement in the bed next to him scared him so bad he fell out of it.

There was a knife in Damian’s hand before he recognized the person there.

Jon was looking at him, pretty eyes half-lidded, with a sleepy smile. Dami tried not to melt.

“Tryna kill me already, Sunshine?” he mumbled, still buried in the covers. “After one date, too. Am I that bad at kissing?”

“I-“ Dami dropped the knife, mostly in shock. “No. No, of course not. To both questions.”

Jon hummed. “Well maybe you should stop trying to stab me and do it again.”

He did. For a long time. Father didn’t need to know why he never left his room that day.

~ can you tell who my favorite is lol

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[yandere-sins]

Can I get some emotionally, and sexually manipulative Hawks please?

Thanks for requesting!

Rated Lemon

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“So, how have you been? We barely see you anymore!”

Your friend’s words tore you out of your thoughts, making your nails dig into Keigo’s hand that’s been riding up your thigh ever since you two sat down for dinner. Breathing in sharply, you hoped no one would notice the crack in your voice as you answered, your hand shooting out to get your glass closer and hide some of the embarrassment you were feeling behind the alcohol.

“Oh, you know. Lots of work, I barely have time to shower.” Avoiding the question as best as possible, you forced a laugh, the sound disappearing in the masses of voices around you. Sipping at your glass, you felt Keigo’s fingers dig deep into your thigh, leaving you unsure if it was meant as a reward or punishment. He hated that you forced him to take you out to celebrate with your friends but approved of you lying to them for his sake. You missed out on so many fun activities because of him, after all.

He was also the reason your knees rubbed together beneath the table, an unmistakable heat emanating from your core.

Luckily your friend didn’t question it much further, falling into a rant about their own problems at work and venting about colleagues and workload you could only dream of having. Keigo wouldn’t let you work. After he coaxed you into moving in with him—much too early as you feared, the relationship barely going for three months at that point—he made it clear to you that the only work he wanted to see you do was the one on top of him.

Admittedly, the reason you started to date him wasn’t a honorable one. Then again, you had no doubts that any other fan of the hero wouldn’t have done it if they were in your position. When you met him at a club, it was you who threw yourself at him, thinking that even just one night with the good-looking, charming hero would be enough to satisfy your crazy fan desires and give you bragging rights for the rest of your normie life. You didn’t expect him to ask you to stay for breakfast the next morning. Neither for dinner the following evening or to be his girlfriend after only a week of dates and fun times together.

Part of you wanted to stay and be this amazing man’s partner. But in retrospect, you probably knew much earlier that it all was too good to be true. Especially when he started to get more and more possessive over what you were doing and who you were with. These minor arguments usually end in a passionate kiss and sex that would leave you sore but too brainfucked to think. And when he came back with flowers and chocolates, promising to be better in the future, you just couldn’t bring yourself to hate him enough to leave.

Not when he apologized for canceling your plans for you.

Not when he fucked you silly on the kitchen counter after throwing away your clothes and leaving you to wander the house naked.

Somehow, Keigo always made it up to you. His eyes were so sincere when he told you he loved you and wouldn’t know what to do for you, even though you hadn’t quite come around to that kind of emotion yet. You loved the way he fucked you silly, pressing your face into the expensive satin sheets of his bed or roughly pinning you between him and the wall. But even after months, you weren’t quite sure yet if you actually loved him or, well, his cock and the occasional expensive gifts he made you. It was pretty shallow, but spending your birthday with him on a private island just to yourself, all-inclusive, and in the embrace of the person who truly loved you wasn’t the worst gift. None of the ones he gave you was.

You were special to him. The only one he could open up to, talk to, love. Keigo told you that constantly, always reminding you of how much you meant to him, especially after giving you a good fucking that left you lolling in his bed. That he can’t imagine his life without you and knows no one as perfect as you. How could anyone break up with a guy like this? He was a 10 in a sea of 5 and 7′s that you usually had to deal with. The chances were slim you’d ever get as good of a man as Keigo was, and lowering your expectations seemed futile after he raised the stakes.

“Spread them, Baby.” Keigo leaned over, whispering the words into your ear with a grin. His hand slipped between your legs, pulling them apart to emphasize his order. You looked up in shock, not at him but at your friends, who seemed unaware of what was happening. Biting your lips, you shook your head in very small motions, Keigo’s smile faltering. “Spread them, or we’re going home right now,” he demanded, and thinking about how much effort it was to make him agree to take you on this outing, you gulped, slowly opening your legs for his access.

Immediately, his lips curled back into a smile, his touch reaching further up and brushing against your panties. You nervously glanced between your friends, all in different stages of drunkness but not enough for your taste. They could still notice something, even though you couldn’t argue with Keigo when he was like that. Love-drunk, you called it. A mood in which he won’t tolerate any defiance to what he wants. And what he wants is always you.

“Does it turn you on?” he murmured into your ear, your silent question showing on your face prompting him to nod his head in the direction of your friends. “Them. Are you scared they’ll see?”

Gulping, you looked over them again. Keigo’s hand suddenly disappeared, leaving behind a cool draft of wind against your sex that made you shudder. He inched closer, bringing his chair right next to yours, and snaked his way between your body and the backrest of your chair. You held your breath, preparing not to squeal as you knew he would pull you against him, lifting your right leg over his and earning more access than you wanted him to have.

“W-Wait, they’ll see!” you whispered nervously, pushing down the skirt you were wearing as best as you could. “Let them, Dove. I want them to watch as you cum all over my fingers in this busy restaurant you forced me to go with you. At least let me have my fun, alright?”

Biting your lip, you didn’t even think about his words too much, merely giving in. True, you weren’t in love with him. But these things came naturally over time, right? Keigo always treated you well, even if you got embarrassed about some of his demands, and maybe it really wasn’t so fair that you dragged him to this meeting against his will. You knew he wanted to stay in and watch a movie tonight. Or at least the beginning of the movie before he’d demand his late-night snack from between your legs. After that, things would undoubtedly shift to the bedroom, but instead, you got your will. You had no grounds to stand on to refuse him.

Pressing himself up to your side, the arm wrapped around your back slipped its hand between your legs again, fingers prodding at your clit that made you jolt in your seat. Suddenly, a couple pairs of eyes turned to you in curious confusion, watching as Keigo snuggled into your side. Your whole body froze as you forced out a smile, trying to play along with the mask he put up of you two cuddling like the cute couple you were. You knew your friends were jealous about the catch you made with Keigo, though they were also happy for you, grinning before turning back to their conversations.

Confirmed in his actions, Keigo turned bolder and, you, hotter.

Was it embarrassment? Shame? The tip of his fingers pressing your panties inside of you?

“Aren’t you wet for me, Baby...” he mumbled into your shoulder, his lips plush against it for a couple of appreciating kisses. You felt the slick coating of your panties against your hot cunt, the fabric cooling every time he pulled it away before pressing it into you again. There was a feeling of frustration caused by the holdback of your panties acting like a safe wall. You could feel Keigo breach the limits more with every touch, and every time, you yearned for him to simply brush past the fabric, knuckling you with his fingers all the way inside your pussy.

But he stopped just as you were about to grind your cunt into his hand, pulling it away—you had no doubts dripping with your juices. Instead, he focused on your clit, the sensitive nerve endings shocking you with electricity over and over like a taser. Despite holding back so much, a long sigh escaped you, your eyes immediately widening as you clasped a hand over your mouth. But instead of stopping and letting you come down from the sensation, Keigo chuckled into his free hand, gripping the slim part of your underwear and pulling it taut, the fabric no match to his strength, ripping. But not before teasing you with its friction, the eventual snap! it made both relieving and yet dissatisfying as you wanted to rub against it a while longer. You didn’t quite anticipate how loud it would be as your panties ripped, hips - that you lifted unknowingly to accommodate the strain - falling onto the chair, your flowy skirt having riled up enough, so your exposed ass cheeks smacked hard into the wood.

This time, you could not hold back your moan.

“Fuck, Baby,” Keigo groaned next to you, keeping himself muffled with his hand, and you focused your hazy gaze on the people around you, chatting, laughing, but most importantly ignoring you. You had never felt so relieved to not be seen and, at the same time, still had doubts about what Keigo was doing, wishing someone would notice and put him in his place like he always did with you. Perhaps you were more of a switch than you thought, enjoying the thought of Keigo having to lower his head and getting scolded. At the same time, you knew he’d just make you stand before him afterward, spread your asscheeks to press his face between your legs, and get his reward for enduring his punishment. He was that kind of horny.

Not bothering with the shreds left by his actions, Keigo pressed his fingers back into your slit, rubbing them up and down your folds and coating them properly in your slick. You knew he was going to dig in any second now, and you knew you shouldn’t let him. That there were borders he simply shouldn’t overstep. But you couldn’t. You wouldn’t... wanted... because fuck. The moment his fingertip breached your entrance, you knew you’d be in for a ride.

His rough fingers paired with the determination to fill you as far as he could, never made him stop for a second so you could adjust. He gave you no warning, no preparation time, nothing. You were left to your own devices, using your right hand to cover your mouth while the other dug into the edge of the chair—hard—trying to keep you on your seat. However, Keigo had different plans, taking the hand away from your mouth to press into his crotch, hot, pulsing arousal tenting his jeans. Turning your head to look at him, your eyes fell lower at him guiding your hand over the outline of his cock, pressing and using you to satisfy himself while he added another finger to your cunt. It made you want to scream, but instead, Keigo caught your lips with his, kissing you while the friction under your palm stung with how hard he rubbed it.

You were blissfully unaware of your surroundings now, taking off into pleasure land as he scissored and curled his fingers inside you just how you liked it. It was not enough. You wanted more. Wanted his huge cock to replace his fingers, and it was frustrating to know he was drawing the line there. Public displays of affection were scandalous enough, not to mention the unspeakable ones happening beneath the table. His fingers had to do, and by god, they weren’t any less proficient even if you yearned for the fullness of his cock hollowing you out.

“You’re gonna cum for me, hm?” he asked, and you hummed in agreement, nodding before bumping your foreheads together. “You’re gonna make your friends watch you cum?”

This time, your eyes flitted to the people around you, making you wonder how they still hadn’t noticed even though you were about to fucking explode (and then maybe bend over the table and beg for more). “N-No,” you whimpered. “Just for you.”

“You’re cumming just for me?” he repeated, the grin spreading wider and wider on his lips as he appreciated your devilishly honest answer. Then he kissed you again, long and sweet and so full of love, whispering against your lips, “I’m cumming too, just for you, Baby.”

It was Keigo’s free hand that clasped over your mouth this time while you kept rubbing him over the top of his jeans all on your own, his teeth sinking into your shoulder to keep himself from moaning as you were both pushed over the edge. You felt like you were burning, a volcano erupting. Toes were curling as you tensed your legs, Keigo keeping his fingers lodged deep inside of you. His cock was pulsing in your palm, and you didn’t need to see the massive stain on his pants to know it was there. He loved you so much, he swore that every one of his ejaculations was only there to mark you as his. Shower you in his very essence, even when it was lost in the fabric. That was his explanation for coming like a fucking volcano as well.

“You two good?” one of your friends suddenly asked, and you snapped out of your rigor while you were flooded with waves of orgasm, though you couldn’t clear the haze in your head, making you reply in a slur, “We’re all good. Perfectly fine...”

“Actually, I think [Name] had a bit too much to drink,” Keigo covered for you, giving one of his charming yet apologetic smiles. “I’ll better take them home.”

You caught the friend glancing at your glass that you barely drank two sips from before they mumbled, “Okay...” They didn’t believe it. How could they when you were caught in the afterglow, chest heaving heavily and your body limp but tense at the same time?

Rolling your head over to Keigo as the waves washing over you vanished shamefully slow, he kissed your forehead, whispering, “Don’t you wish you stayed home today? Then I’d have you riding on my tongue next.”

Even now, he was reprimanding you for your choice to go to this meeting, but all you really wanted was to get some fresh air and clear your head. Maybe see if there was still a place for you outside the apartment. Keigo quickly gathered your things, somehow more composed than you were, and you two said your goodbyes getting some weird looks and some that just proved that your friends were severely drunk. Hopefully, no one would remember you looking so undone in front of them, letting yourself be pulled out of the restaurant by Keigo, who footed the bill for the whole table without hesitation. He was such a good man, wasn’t he? Paying for you and your friends even though he didn’t want to come in the first place.

Even though you felt the remnants of your panties cling to your thighs, your slick drooling down your legs.

“Yes, I am,” he remarked as you told him how awesome he was for that. “You should really make it up to me if you mean it,” he added, winking at you as he led you down the streets back to his apartment.

“How?” you asked, having an inkling of what he was going to say, your gut churning as you remembered him confronting you recently with a few things you weren’t comfortable with. Keigo waved down a taxi, pushing you inside and following suit, telling the driver where to go, and you two were off towards home in a matter of seconds, cuddled against each other with your legs over his while he held you close to him.

“I’d really like it if you’d let me try some of the toys I bought. I know you said the rope was a bit too restrictive the last time, but I’ll be gentle, I promise,” he mumbled against your temple, and you gritted your teeth. You didn’t like the idea of using rope for playing around since he made it way too tight last time and didn’t release you even when you begged and pleaded with him. It quickly became a big no-no.

But when you looked at him, Keigo met your gaze head-on, speaking before you could.

“You owe me this, [Name]. I might not agree to go out with you again if you don’t do anything for me in return. And I want you. Spread out on my bed and tied at every limb, relying on me to feed and fuck you until you don’t even know which one I am doing anymore. Okay? Don’t deny me the pleasure of giving you everything you could ever want. I love you so much, Babe.”

You didn’t know how to respond. Keigo sounded so demanding, yet almost as if he was begging you. It was a delicious mix going straight to your core. Your mouth stayed open before you felt his finger push your jaw closed, a mixture of guilt and discomfort spreading inside you. He wanted it so much, putting everything out in the open for you and not hiding behind favors. Keigo wouldn’t hurt you on purpose. He’d never do anything to make you regret agreeing to his decisions. At least, that’s what you wanted to believe, no matter how much that victorious grin on his lips raised goosebumps all over your body. You hadn’t even agreed yet, but he already knew he had won.

“Fine,” you mumbled curtly, looking away, not yet ready to do something that didn’t make you feel safe. But he was right, you owed him one for dragging him out that night and him paying so you could have ‘fun’ with your friends. Or at least talk to them again for once.

Nuzzling your face into his shoulder, Keigo let out a happy “Yay!” before bringing his hand to your neck, driving it up until he met your jaw. Urging you to look back at him, he kissed you again, his tongue slipping between your lips and forcing a gasp as he bit into your lower one. “I love you,” he purred into the kiss, laying some soft smooches to your mouth, but his eyes searched for yours expectantly.

“Love you... too,” you mumbled, not really feeling the sentiment. But Hawks believed it, grinning and burying his face into your shoulder, rubbing it against your skin. “Finally,” he whispered into your body, and you couldn’t help but grow restless as he wrapped you into his arms tightly, squeezing until you could barely breathe.

If you were honest, being with him didn’t feel right.

But you kind of owed it to him by now, didn’t you?

#hawks #yandere hawks #yandere!hawks #takami keigo #keigo takami #BnHA #Boku no Hero Academia #MHA #My Hero Academia #yandere bnha #yandere!bnha #yandere mha #yandere!mha #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW

[milflewis]

wip snippet game

thanks @rosyjuly for the tag! and i’ll tag @husbono @lewishamil10n @effervescentdragon @sionisjaune @russilton and anyone else who wants to do it!

Mick tips his head back on the head of the beach chair, lolling onto the side, cheek pressed into the plastic. The moon glints off the edge of Lewis’s aviators, perched on her braids.

Mick once saw a picture of Lewis stuck up in Seb’s locker from years ago when her and Sebastian were on two months leave and decided to spend it in the sun, Sebastian’s shoulders pink and peeling, Lewis’s curls longer than Mick has ever seen them and free around her face. “Tell me about when you were younger.”

“Hmm?” Lewis glances away from the night sky, face shadowed. “When I was younger?”

“Yeah, both of you. Back before you met me.”

Lewis laughs, low. She lifts one hand to rub at her mouth. There’s a different kind of longing in her face now than there was when she was looking at the stars.

“Right. Back then.”

Sebastian used to talk about them in TOPGUN and afterwards as instructors, and wingwomen, like it was a foregone conclusion, like there was never any other way their story could’ve gone. That’s how she had introduced Lewis, back in the beginning; “This is Lewis, my wingwoman,” and Mick had understood the weight behind those words.

“She was a cocky little shit,” Lewis starts, fond. “Like, truly the fucking worst, man. Good, so good, and so fucking fast and she knew it too, but so reckless – too much at times. Not everyone can fly like her, you know? And she’d forget that.”

“You could.”

Lewis pauses, something in her face cracking open. “Yeah, I could.” She leans back in her chair, legs crossed at the ankle. “I can.”

“She got under my skin,” Sebastian told him one time, lying in warm sheets, a rare morning off, the sun creeping into their room.

She had laughed, “Fuck, she did. She’s so hard to ignore, especially back then, with her eyes and the way she was so angry but would do this thing where you could physically see her swallowing it back. She got under my skin, and I hated it, pretending I didn’t care, which got under hers.”

“I was.” Sebastian had stopped there for a long moment, frowning. Mick was not used to guilt on her face and so it took him a beat too long to recognise it. “I was not fair. A lot of the time. Neither was she, really, but — it was easier for me. I ignored that for a long time. Too long.”

Sebastian had rolled over onto her stomach, propping her chin up on Mick’s bicep, grinning at him. There was a faint bruise nearly healed tipping over the side of her left cheek. Mick could just picture the two fo them, barely twenty-five, bold and hungry and wanting more than their bodies could give them.

“And she was so fucking good, Mick. And so fast, it was insane. I could beat anyone, ten times over, outnumbered, didn’t matter, but Lewis? Lewis was a challenge. Lewis was fun; never made a mistake. She’d just wait you out until you made one, used to drive me crazy. Lewis meant something.”

Sebastian had made a face then, mouth pulling down. “I chased that. That feeling. Her. And we crashed. She swerved and nearly hit me and I was so angry; thought she did it on purpose. To mess with me. Not her style so I didn’t see it coming. Ah, that was probably why I was so mad – hurt too, I suppose – and I lost focus and clipped her wing. We both went down. I was lucky we were up high, and could punch out.”

Mick had watched as Sebastian looks down and away and back again, and reached over to run a hand through her hair. Whenever she talks about Lewis or to Lewis, she always looks years younger.

“She was so angry when I saw her after in the hospital. Mark had tried to stop me going, but I knew I had too after seeing the data. I had to.”

“And then what?” Mick asked after a long moment when it looked like Sebastian wouldn’t continue. She had shrugged, the movement awkward and jolting.

“I said sorry. And she only asked if I’d put that in my official report, which I was going to do anyway, and we were good.”

Mick’s chest had ached and he had thought: oh, Lewis. Looking at Sebastian, he had known she had thought the same.

“Too good to be true,” Mick had only said, and when Sebastian had pushed up to kiss him, hair tucked behind her ears, she had been smiling.

“Tell me another thing.”

Lewis cuts him a sideways look and heaves a sigh like she doesn’t love to talk about Sebastian, even now.

I am trying to make sure you don’t remember her wrong, Mick doesn’t say. I am trying to make sure she stays who she was and not something more in your head. That’s not anything she would’ve wanted for you.

“Another thing,” Lewis says, drawing the words out. She tilts her head back, eyes closing. It’s still late July and the nights are only slightly cooler than the days here in Italy. “Did she ever tell you about the time that she buzzed the tower and made Alonso spill coffee all over classified files in a Very important meeting?”

Mick laughs. “No.”

Lewis has never brought up the hop where Sebastian took the two of them out, and Mick has never asked.

“Well,” Lewis starts. “Like always, Sebastian thought something would be funny and……”

#what if i was a boy mechanic and i fell in love with a girl pilot who goes mia and find comfort in her wingwoman and best friend #spoiler alert: it all goes Awfully and Lovely and Softly and then the girl pilot is found and things get a bit Worse before they get Better #sebmicklewis #little fics

[jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae]

Blinding Lights Chapter Five

Listen, I didn’t plan for this chapter to happen the way it did. I was planning to take my time and leave smut for much later but fukboi Jungkook decided to emerge and I just…. Didn’t stop it? Oh god, I was not prepared for this today. I really don’t plan out what I write, it just kind of happens. Anyway, Hope you enjoy?

Warnings: Rated R for the Jungkook smut. There’s a little peek at the chaos duo that is the 95 line twins but Jungkook really took the lead on this one. I wasn’t ready for that. Prepare yourself.

Word Count: 3,926

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“Baby? What are you doing in here?” The voice causes me to stir slightly, but I can’t tell who it is. I keep my eyes closed, too tired to want to be awake. I’m not sure how long I’ve been asleep,” Come on, pretty girl, lets get you in bed.”

I finally manage to find enough strength to open my eyes as arms scoop me up. Jungkook carries me easily, his bunny ears twitching as he walks. He glances down at me and gives me a grin. His lips press to my forehead as he somehow manages to open my bedroom door while still holding me. He lays me on the bed and promptly covers my body with his, his face hovering over mine.

“Good morning, pretty girl. What were you doing sleeping in the gym?” He gives me a curious smile. I lift a hand to run it over his ears. He shudders slightly at my touch.

“I couldn’t sleep. I decided to practice what you taught me. It’s not use if I don’t practice,” My hand falls to the nape of his neck, playing with the end of his ponytail. He must have been going for a morning workout.

“Why didn’t you come get me?” I blush at his question, my eyes shying away from his, instead looking over at his forearm. It’s pressed to the bed beside me as he hovers over me. His fingers nudge my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes,” Hmm?”

“Just because I can’t sleep, I don’t want to force you to be awake. You need your sleep,” The hand not on his neck rests on the pillow next to my head. Without thinking, it lifts to play with the lip ring glinting on his bottom lip.

His next actions catches me off guard. His hand wraps around mine, pressing it back down to the pillow as he leans down to me. His lips consume mine, the cold metal of that lip ring pressing to my skin. My fingers tighten around the back of his neck as our lips dance together. His kiss steals my breath, consuming my mind and soul. I can’t think. Our lips finally separate and his blaze across my cheek to my ear.

“You’re not a burden,” My eyes widen at his words. He continues a trail down my neck, my breath catching in my throat and my head lolling to the side. I’m not sure whether its’ my Omega or me, but we easily submit to him.

His lips attach to my scent gland, sucking harshly. A gasp leaves me, a moan so nearly following it. This kiss is so different from Yoongi’s. Yoongi was gentle and he relished in the gentle touch of our lips. Jungkook is fast. He’s everywhere, all at once, racing along. His teeth nip my skin and I can’t stop the moan this time. I can feel him grin against my neck, his tongue dancing across my skin. When he pulls away, a little whine leaves me, much to my embarrassment. Without realizing, he seems to have pushed me into an Omega drop.

“As much as I hate to, we should probably stop here,” He lets out a long breath before plopping onto his back and pulling me into his side. My head tucks under his chin and his fingers run through my hair. Eventually, my frantic heartbeat calms and a soft purr leaves my chest. I fall asleep like that, his arms holding me comfortably, hiding me from the bad memories and the past. All that exists is this moment and this boy.

When I finally wake up again, I’m alone. My covers are tucked around me and a plate of long cold food sits on my bedside table. I ignore the food and grab some clothes from the closet, going to take a quick shower. The dried sweat all over me makes me feel icky. When I look in the mirror, I realize that Jungkook has definitely left a hickey on my scent gland. I blush brightly and quickly brush out my hair, hoping it will do a lot to hide it. I’ve noticed that the other guys have marks on their necks sometimes, so maybe no one will notice.

I grab the plate and take it downstairs. Most of the time, I don’t really feel hungry, except when I’m in heat. Then my body seems to constantly crave food. I pause before walking into the kitchen, part of me terrified that I’m going to walk in there and he’s still going to be on the floor. That the blood will still be there. I can still feel it on my hands when I think about it. I take a long breath and take a step into the kitchen. It’s pristine. The dishes from breakfast appear to have been stowed in the dishwasher and the table is spotless.

I dump the food in the trash and hand wash the dish. I dry it with a dish towel and climb up on the counter to put it away. The top cabinets are just tall enough to be a struggle to reach. I unload the dishwasher. I hate feeling like I’ve done nothing, like I’m useless. I haven’t done anything to take care of my mates. The thought makes me restless. Surely there’s something I can do, right?

I don’t really know how to cook. The house is spotless. I can’t even find a job because I don’t have any of my paperwork. For a while, I just sit on the counter and contemplate what I could do. Finally, I just shake my head and decide to look around the first floor. There are a few rooms I haven’t seen down here. A sauna, a home theater, a massive laundry room, and a large formal dining room. There’s a small storage closet at the end of the hallway that stores a lot of outdoor equipment. A large pane of sliding glass leads out onto a large patio.

The patio has a a grill, a seating area, and yet another space to eat. There’s a small pathway that branches off to lead to a massive pool and a, what looks to be, large glass building. I follow the path to the left, curious about what the strange glass building could be. Stepping through the door, an immediate warmth meets me that has my toes curling. Plants line the walkway, beautiful flowers of fall kinds. This must be a green house. I’ve read about them but I’ve never seen one in real life.

I’m in awe at all the flowers. I’ve never seen so many kinds before. Each in unique colors and styles. The first home I ever lived in, the one I grew up in, had roses that surrounded the outside of the home. There are various kinds of roses in different shades and sizes, but there are so many other kinds of flowers. I could get lost in here for hours and still feel like I never saw all of the flowers.

“Do you like it?” Namjoon’s timber voice comes from behind me, catching me off guard. I turn quickly, my heart thundering in my chest. His wolf ears twitch, a grin lighting up his expression.

“They’re so pretty. I’ve never seen no many flowers,” I can’t stop the smile that comes up in response to his.

“When we first got the house, there was nothing in here. It took a long time to get all of them blooming like this. Sadly, a lot of it is pretty overgrown now. Almost everything needs to be trimmed down. I haven’t had time,” My eyes widen at his words.

“You take care of all these plants?” I look around at the vast number of plants.

“Sometimes, the guys help me out but its’ mostly me. They mostly do it if they want to spend time with me. As you’ve seen, I’m somewhat of a busy man,” His tone is teasing as he walks over to a cart, putting on some gloves and grabbing some kind of cutting instrument.

“Can I help?” I speak without thinking. I haven’t gotten to spend any time with Namjoon and the idea of taking care of these plants seems fascinating.

“Sure. You can use Jimin’s gloves. He’s the only one that has hands around your size. We can order you some later, if you want,” He hands me a pair of gloves and another one of the cutting tools,” So, we’re pruning today. Basically, that just means were cutting off the damaged or dead parts of the plants. It helps keep the plant healthy.”

He showed me how to use the pruning sheers and what parts to cut off of plants. We work next to each other in a comfortable silence. Like Yoongi, I don’t feel any obligation to keep a conversation going. We can just exist next to each other, taking comfort in the other’s presence. He’s like the dim, comfortable flame of a candle. You won’t see it unless you’re looking for it but it’s bright enough to bring you comfort on a dark and turbulent night.

“Do you wanna pick out a few flowers to bring in as a bouquet. I usually bring one in after working in the greenhouse,” We go through and pick out a bouquet of flowers. I pick out some golden yellow roses and Namjoon pairs with some purple roses. The door to the green house bursts open.

“Namjoon, have you seen…” Jungkook’s words trail off as his eyes fall on me,” There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“She’s been in here with me,” Namjoon bundles the flowers together into a bouquet in his hands, picking a vase from a shelf and filling it with some water,” Although, I feel like I should be concerned that it took you so long to find her.”

“I just thought she would still be in bed. I found her asleep in the gym this morning so she didn’t get to bed until after dawn,” Jungkook gives me a pointed look, which I quickly avoid. I don’t know how to tell him that my thoughts and anxieties overwhelmed me.

“I was wondering who left that hickey on her since it certainly wasn’t there before bed time,” Namjoon’s tone is casual but I see a grin flash across Jungkook’s face.

“Well, I’m here to steal the baby for a while,” Jungkook suddenly scoops me up into his arms, a yelp leaving me,” So we’ll see you later.”

“You better not push it, Jungkook,” Namjoon gives him a warning look.

“Whatever could you mean? I’m a sweet boy,” Jungkook’s expression is comically innocent.

“Jungkook-“ Namjoon’s following words are left behind as Jungkook lopes away, going up the stairs and into his room. He tosses me onto the bed and turns the lock on the door.

“I missed you,” Something about his expression makes my stomach flutter. I’ve never seen that kind of expression and it makes me nervous, but in a good way.

“You just saw me this morning,” I try to keep my tone casual but I’m sure it didn’t work. Jungkook’s eyes narrow playfully as he crawls into the obnoxiously large bed next to me.

“I was hoping you were still in bed when I got home so I would have you all to myself,” His hands reach out and pull me toward him, causing my breath to catch in my throat. His scent has taken on a darker, deeper, drawing me in.

“I’m sorry,” My voice is soft and barely there. His face is so close to mine that its’ hard to focus.

His fingers close around my chin, pulling my lips to his. His hand slides along my jaw and to the back of my neck. His lips consume mine, fevered and all consuming. It’s hard to think. He presses me back against the mattress, the hard lines of his body pressing mine deeper into its’ soft embrace. His free hand rests on the skin of my side, burning into the skin exposed by my shirt. Somehow, his hips have settled between my thighs. I can feel him everywhere, all at once.

My fingers knot in his hair, my Omega taking the lead. She wants this, wants him to give us this kind of attention. My thoughts are no longer coherent as his lips blaze a trail down my neck, nipping the skin at random and focusing on the skin over my scent gland again. A whine leaves me, my hands closing around the back of his t-shirt. He sucks harshly at the skin. His scent continues to deepen, pushing me into an abyss.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, pretty girl,” The hand on my stomach slowly moves upward, causing my breath to catch. His finger tips ghost across one nipple, causing all my breath to leave me. My hips lift in response to his fingers closing around my nipple. This time, I moan. Despite all the sexual situations I’ve been in, I’ve never felt like this. It never left me feeling like begging, like I’ve wanted to be here forever. There’s a ripping sound and then my t-shirt is gone. I can feel him pressing against me through his sweat pants and it’s driving me crazy.

Cold metal causes me to jump as he begins to suck harshly at my nipple, stealing more moans from me. He shoves my shorts and underwear down, his hips leaving mine to do so. It feels odd behind naked in front of Jungkook. It kind of makes me shy. As if sensing my thoughts, his hands press mine into the mattress, holding them in one hand over my head. He switches sides frequently, seemingly wanting to leave as many marks as possible.

“Be a good girl and leave your hands where they are. I don’t want to have to handcuff you,” His voice is rough, sending shivers down my spine. Then his fingers are trailing down my stomach. His fingers press into my wetness and, for the first time, he groans,” Such a good girl.”

His fingers glide over my clit, causing a strangled moan to leave me. He leaves marks on my stomach as he makes his way down, his head now between my legs. His finger slides into me easily and the sound is nearly overwhelming. He sucks harshly on my clit as his finger moves in and out of me quickly. It takes all of my will power to keep my hands still, my Omega determined not to disappoint my Beta. Another finger enters me, stealing my breath. I can feel the knot growing in my stomach as he massages my clit with his tongue.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” He pulls his fingers out and I whine. He slowly puts them in his mouth, a loud moan leaving him. It’s only then that I realize that he lost his pants and underwear at some point.

His lips consume mine again as his tip slides along my slit, causing my thighs to tense. Then he’s inside me. One hand closes around one of my breasts as the other presses into the mattress, his hips fucking me into the mattress. All I can do is moan as my hands cling to the bar of the headboard. It’s the only thing keeping me grounded. It’s getting tighter and tighter, so close to snapping.

His teeth dig into my shoulder for a moment and then he’s soothing the pain with his tongue. I hardly notice it. Everything is drowned out by how good he makes me feel. His pace picks up faster and faster as he pushes me to the edge. His hips begin to stutter, seemingly also close to his breaking point.

“Good girl, good girl, good girl, so close,” He chants it over and over again, unable to stop himself. Then, his knot is in me. I’ve never been knotted before, since it only happens with your mates. As he fills me, it sends me careening over the edge.

“Ah, Jungkook,” I can’t control the words that leave me. All I can do is pant as he continues to fill me.

“You did so good, baby. So, so good. Took me so good,” He seems to be in his Beta space as he praises me. Then the door is opening. Jungkook’s quickly grabs a blanket and covers us.

“Jungkook!” I hide my face in his shoulder. The voice belongs to Yoongi,” We were supposed to wait before doing anything like this. Let her initiate.”

“But-“ Jungkook tries to speak but is swiftly cut off.

“He’s right, Jungkook. You know better,” Namjoon speaks this time. I didn’t even realize he was there, since my back is to the door.

“It’s okay,” My voice is softer than I intended. Everyone seems to freeze.

“What was that, Kitten?” Shiver go through me at the nickname but I suppress them. Especially since Jungkook is still inside me.

“I don’t mind. I-It’s different with you guys. I don’t mind,” My voice is a little louder, though quieted some by being hidden in Jungkook’s shoulder.

“But the difference is that we want you to want to do it, not to just do it because we want to,” Yoongi’s voice is soft and his fingers comb through my hair.

“I want to,” I’m surprised by how fast the words leave me,” I want to feel like a good mate.”

“Does that mean we can go again?” I can feel Jungkook grin,” But seriously, can you wait until we’re dressed to have this conversations. We’re still….. connected?”

I glance up to see Yoongi standing at the edge of the bed. His eyes are closed and his breath leaves him harshly at Jungkook’s words. Both of the Alphas leave after agreeing that we would have a meeting in the living room once we were finished. It takes a while for the knot to go down, fluid dripping out of me when it does. I blush brightly. One quick shower later, everyone is gathered in the living room.

“Now, Princess, we don’t want to push you. We were supposed to wait until you were more comfortable to have this conversation but someone,” Namjoon gives Jungkook a pointed look,” got impatient. So, I want to leave you the floor to have your own say in this conversation.”

“I really don’t mind being with you guys in…. That way. That was the first time I’ve ever felt….” I blush, hiding my face in my hands. This whole conversation makes me shy,” Good doing that. Like someone actually cared about me in that situation. I want to feel like I’m an actual mate so, don’t shut me out of that stuff please. I already feel useless enough.”

“You’re not useless, Kitten,” Yoongi kneels in front of me, cupping my face,” You’re such a good mate.”

“But I-“ My words are quickly cut off by a soft finger against my lips.

“We can get very focused and single minded in our work. You created with Tae, you worked out with Jungkook, you did gardening with Namjoon. You’re encouraging us, even if you don’t notice. We open up to you, even without meaning to. Don’t doubt yourself,” Yoongi presses the smallest, gentlest kiss to my lips.

“Honestly, I don’t think any of us should be surprised that Jungkook acted first,” Jimin shrugs, seemingly on the verge of laughter,” He is a literally bunny and we all know that saying.”

“We all know he has little to no self control,” Taehyung adds, causing me to raise my eyebrows.

“Complaining?” Jungkook’s tone is both teasing and challenging as he makes direct eye contact with Taehyung. Tae’s face flushes a little and he looks away, clearing his throat,” That’s what I thought.”

“There’s no way Jungkook is staying with the baby tonight. I’ll riot. He’s spent way more time with her than I have,” Jimin’s tone is whiny this time.

“Trying to steal my spot?” Yoongi’s expression is amused.

“You get to stay with her all the time. It’s no fair,” Taehyung has adopted the same whiny tone as Jimin. He turns his attention to me,” Please, please, please, can Jimin and I stay with you tonight?”

“Pleaseeeeeee,” Jimin pouts and cups his chin in his hands, acting cute.

“Of course,” I can’t help but smile. They cheer obnoxiously loudly and jump out of their seats, dancing around in excitement. In a feat of speed I wasn’t prepared for, Jimin scoops me up from the couch and dashes up the stairs, Tae on his heels.

“Hey, I didn’t even get my cuddles,” Jungkook’s pout is the last thing I see before they’ve turned the corner and then we’re in my room. I eye them curiously as Tae locks the door and Jimin sets me gently on my bed.

“It’s not even bed time yet, guys. We haven’t even had dinner yet,” I can’t help but laugh at their seeming eagerness.

“Oh, we know. But, we haven’t gotten to spend any time with you lately,” Jimin pouts,” So we wanted to spend some time with you before dinner.”

“That’s okay, right?” Tae crawls up on to the bed with us,” We’ve missed you.”

“Plus, some of the other guys have gotten to kiss you and we haven’t. I think that’s just not fair,” Jimin’s feline like expression sends shivers down my spine.

“That’s okay, right? We are mates, after all,” Taehyung’s voice goes impossibly deeper as his face nears mine.

His lips envelop mine, both needy and gentle. Hands close around my waist, I’m not sure whose, and pull me closer. Taehyung pulls back and I barely have time to catch my breath before Jimin’s lips are on mine. His lips are much plusher than Taehyung’s, soft and intense, like he has a question and my lips have all the answers.

Jimin’s lips continue to attack mine as he deepens the kiss. I don’t know when our positions adjusted but Jimin’s hands close around my waist, pressing me back against Taehyung’s chest. A whine leaves my throat as Tae’s lips trail down the side of my neck. I can’t think. Their actions and presence just seems to overwhelm me. They’re everywhere. Jimin’s hand begins to trail up the t-shirt I’m wearing, which still smells like Jungkook. Taehyung’s hands rest on my hips, squeezing them as he adds to the mural of marks that decorate my neck. A sharp knock at the door interrupts us. Jimin pulls away and I look toward the door hazily, trying to regain my breath.

“It’s time for dinner,” Hoseok’s voice is as chirpy as usual. Jimin presses one more kiss to my lips before hoping up.

“We’re coming!” Jimin’s says in a singsong tone. He turns to help me up, Tae following behind us. Before we enter the dining area, Tae turns me to him and presses another long kiss to my lips, stealing my breath.

“Come on, everyone is waiting on us,” His smile is cheeky and he pulls me into the dining room. Dinner goes by easily, Yoongi and Jin seeming to watch every bite I take to make sure I eat. My full stomach makes me sleepy as I wait for Jimin and Taehyung to finish eating. I lean my head on Tae’s shoulder and my eyes close before I even realize it. Falling asleep so quickly that I didn’t notice it.

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[mchlgayser]

BEST FRIEND!

starring: jobe belingham x male!reader

warning/author's note: this is a kuroo-and-kenma-friendship likes, very moody and un-energetic reader 😞😞 y'all might find him annoying, mention of crushing at each other but not being together AT LEAST not here loll jobe being annoyingly lousy 24/7. this might be a fluff but might not mehhh not proofread

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The doorbell rang continuously waking you up from your short nap, you stood up from shock at the constant loud noise and decided to get up to answer the door, your feet are still weak and groggy from the previous sleep as you tried to steadily walk to the door. You peeked from the door eye seeing a certain someone on the porch of your house, he had a puffer jacket on and a black scarf over his neck. Opening the door you lean against the frame 'What's up?' Jobe greeted you back 'You slept?' You hum moving your structure aside to let him in 'Fell asleep playing games.' He took off his jacket to hang it and you closed the door behind him

'What're you doing here? Aren't't you supposed to be at training?' You crashed one brow up at him, he chuckle 'Nah, we got morning practice though... Anyway what you playing?' He asked getting comfortable on the couch and taking one of the controllers 'Fifa game' You slumped beside him and sighed 'You wanted to play? I got like study after this, so only two matches.' He shrug his shoulder at you and you both began playing.

Jobe constantly hit you with a pillow every time you scored and laugh when you look at him with offended looks, 'That was offside bro!' You complained hitting your head with the controller and he laughs again 'It was just a bloody game bro, don't get so serious!' He wheezes at you making you shot him a look

The game goes on with Jobe being extra annoying than usual, hugging your side every time he won against you and shaking your body left and rights 'Bro let go!' You yelled at him pushing him off hastily. The game ended, now both you and Jobe ended up in your room, him laying on your bed playing with his phone probably for more games and you doing some quick revision before joining him

You felt a statue tower over your figure, head up to see Jobe leaning in on you with one arm over the chair and the other on the table caging you 'Need help?' You feel your cheek growing warmer 'What...' He let a confused hum and eyes turning over your works to your eyes 'What, what?'

'What... The fuck are you doing?' You almost let a sigh of relief when he jumped away from you and a loud realization 'Oh' escaped his mouth, you were thankful you regained your composure almost immediately and huffed 'Sorry, that must make you uncomfortable!' He apologized 'I'm not homophobic Jobe...' You stated in a matter-of-fact manner

He scratched the back of his un-itch neck and awkwardly chuckle 'Right, I'm just saying...' You shake your head at him 'Don't you wanna go home or something? It's eight, we got school tomorrow.' He sighed plopping on your bed 'I'm so lazy!' He whined 'Can I sleep at your shit today?'

'Nah.'

You sassed rolling your eyes at him 'Go home Jobs' He groaned, he hated when you called him that, you always tell him back in the day how his name was similar to 'Jobs' and ever since you loved calling him that 'Right, going now.' He stopped his pace at your door 'Not gonna fetch me?'

'Fuck off.' Anyhow you still go after him to send him home, 'See ya alligaytor' Showing him a middle finger, he laughs leaving your residence and you close the door. The door closed and you went straight to your room plopping straight on your bed, the exact moment your head hit the pillow your nostrils hit with a strong fragrance of Jobe's. The smell of his minty hair and his CK cologne all over your bed. You flush, head repeating the scene from this evening, his figure inching yours. You fell asleep thinking about him.

Jobe returned from your place seeing both his mom and dad at the living room watching television, he greeted them and went straight to bed to sleep early, he jumped on his bed with a low groan getting pleased, he was staring outside his window watching the moon shone sharing her ardency. The moon. It reminded him of you. He likes to equate you with the moon as it always reminded him of your calm, collected but somehow opaque personas.

He remember the scene from this evening at your house, how could he get so clingy at you? Perhaps it's because he already realized his feelings for you. Him hugging you now felt different, but in a good, good way. He inches over your formation with his arms almost looking like he's capturing you in his arms. He loves that feeling. He craves for it.

He can't wait to see you tomorrow, so excited to see you!

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[star1117-archives]

🎧 hihi

BETTER - WOOGIE, G.SOUL

k.ys x gn!reader / angst / crying, fear of commitment, self depreciation / unedited

he didn’t believe he deserved you, in all honesty.

the thought hurt his heart, but was not a new one as he watched the slow rise and fall of your chest. it was saturday night (well, more sunday morning) and the two of you had met up for your weekly movie night. it was yeosang’s turn to pick the movie, and of course his choice had left you nodding off from the beginning. as a fan of action and adventure, yeosang’s unexpected love for angsty romance movies didn’t really pique your interest. you’d never say that to his face of course, but he knew it without the words being spoken into existence. he saw it in the way your eyes would roll when you thought he wasn’t looking, grinning widely when he’d turn to you. sighing to himself, yeosang pressed pause, getting up and cracking his back with a groan before he looked over at you again.

fuck, you looked so peaceful in your sleep.

he hated waking you, but he preferred your incoherent mumbled insults as you slumped off to his spare bedroom rather than your continuous complaints the next day if he let you sleep there. you were not a person who enjoyed a night on the sofa. leaning down, yeosang let his eyes wander over your sleeping face, eyes burning every detail into his memory for the nth time that hour. he let himself smile as you sighed contentedly in your sleep, a small smile on your face. his hand went to your shoulder, shaking you lightly.

“c’mon, y/n. bedtime.”

you whined and turned away, swatting his hand in some mid-consciousness daze. unfazed, yeosang shook you again.

“hey, sleepyhead, c’mon. you’re gonna regret this tomorrow.”

yeosang was surprised to see you turn back, eyes opening but bleary as you looked at him. you mumbled something at him expectantly, repeating yourself when he simply furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“why won’t you just admit you love me?”

yeosang froze, eyes wide as you let a hand rise to his face. as you cupped his cheek, he pondered the idea that he was dreaming, that this wasn’t real. but the warmth of your hand against his cool cheek told him otherwise.

“you’re scared, sangie. a scared little boy. i need a partner to depend on, not a pseudo-child to look after.”

he couldn’t move. his words were caught in his dry throat, choking him as his eyes brimmed with tears. blinking them away, he held your hand and smiled weakly. it hurt, it hurt so bad.

“let’s get you to bed.”

humming, you let him pull you to a stand and place your arm over his shoulder, still too tired to think straight. your head lolled a little as yeosang took you to the guest room, helping you into bed and pulling the covers up just how you liked it. he then quickly wiped a tear before you could see it, not considering the fact that you were barely awake and probably wouldn’t have noticed anyways. rubbing your forehead, yeosang then rustled your hair, looking dotingly upon your face as you yawned and began to close your eyes again. his voice was low and soothing as he whispered to you.

“night, y/n. sweet dreams.”

“night, sangie.”

he smiled at the way you sweetly said the nickname, squeezing your hand before turning away. just as he reached the doorframe, you called out to him again.

“sangie?”

“hm?”

“i love you.”

his heart stopped beating for a second. his palms began to sweat. his body began to shake. all he wanted was to run back to you and kiss you, kiss you in a fevered frenzy until all he could see, hear, feel was you.

but, he didn’t.

“get some rest, y/n.”

when he shut the door behind him, he slid to the base of it, holding in a choked sob. you loved him, but you were right. he was scared, too scared to take the leap. he was scared he’d fly too high and crash to the ground, become the new icarus.

even though you loved him, he still didn’t believe he deserved you.

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[untaemedqueen]

The Deal

Drug Lord!Yoongi x Coffee Shop Owner!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 21.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Mentions of Drugs and Drug Deals, Blood, Smut, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Leverage, Fluff

Silk sheets and your touch is the only way Min Yoongi can wake up in a good mood these days. He stakes his life on it.

But for once, he woke up before you. It's not a normal thing that happens but he equates it to excitement.

He is so fucking excited for today.

He's never once thought about a woman having his tiger and now that he has you -- he wants nothing more than to see it on your skin.

You wanting this tattoo, this bond, he feels like he's died and gone to heaven.

So he left the bed a little bit early to let you get your rest. Yoongi hasn't seen the sun rise for a very long time and more than that, he's never appreciated the colors that dance across the sky like a pretty watercolor painting.

He looks down at his lit cigarette, watching the way the cherry shines brighter with each passing of wind that flows through the forest.

He can remember how much you hated the smell when he first met you. That feeling probably hasn't gone away but you just care for him too much to say anything now.

Dropping the cigarette from between his fingers, he stomps it out. And with one incredibly smooth motion, he tosses the rest of his cigarette pack into the garbage beside the gazebo.

You'll get everything you want, whether you ask for it or not.

He continues his stroll through the lush backyard, minding some piles of dog shit that haven't been cleaned up yet.

It's calm back here, transcendent almost.

He can make out the other's houses in the distance and there's movement that catches his eye immediately.

His hand reaches for his gun and he narrows his eyes at the view before him. It's distant but so clear before his eyes that he presses his lips into a thin line. He continues to get closer as the seconds tick on.

Jeongguk and Hanna slowly sneak out of Jimin's house and Yoongi watches on with rapt fascination.

"You little shit bag," he quips, walking closer.

The drug lord watches them kiss. It's slow and then so blindingly passionate that he averts his eyes out of courtesy.

Jeongguk doesn't want Hanna to leave that much is clear, they way he's trying to pull her clothes off in the morning sunlight.

Your boyfriend raises his eyebrows when the small woman beats her fists to his chest out of embarrassment.

"I'm gonna miss you, baby," Jeongguk murmurs, biting his bottom lip.

"Not as much as I'll miss you." she quips, giving him one final kiss.

Yoongi smirks.

This is such pure, untouched gold... that he'll be able to hold over your brother forever.

When Hanna finally gets into her car and drives away, Yoongi whistles loudly.

The noise makes Guk jump and the second he sees his boss he becomes like a scared child.

"Oh God!" he gasps, gripping onto Jimin's front railing.

"So you're with Hanna," Yoongi muses, resting his head against the tree beside him.

"Hyung, please, please, please don't tell my sister! Please!" Jeongguk begs, descending the stairs quickly.

Yoongi looks down at his shoes, raising an eyebrow at the tone of your younger brother's voice.

"That's gonna cost you, Gukkie." Yoongi sings, crossing his arms.

Your brother falls to his knees, grabbing at the scarred man's shirt. With a grimace, your boyfriend pushes his hands away.

"Anything! I'll do anything! My sister can't know about it! She'll kill me! Hanna works for her, she'll murder me!" Guk cries out, letting his head loll back.

"Well you should have thought about it before you canoodled with the barista," Yoongi quips, carding his fingers through his hair.

"I'll do anything!" Jeongguk pleads, making a prayer-like symbol with his hands and rubbing them together.

"Anything?" Yoongi inquires.

Oh, yes. This is just perfect.

"Yoongi?!" you call out from the back of the kitchen.

Even better.

Your boyfriend smiles widely down at the younger man. "Yeah, baby! Over here!"

"Hyung!" Jeongguk croaks, standing back up.

They both watch as you start your walk over and Jeongguk whines nervously.

"Anything! I promise! I swear on the tiger!" Jeongguk begs, pulling at Yoongi's sleeve like a kid.

"Get… off! Jesus! Fine. I'll take your pleading as a sign that you really want to keep this a secret. So let me make this perfectly clear to you, today your sister is getting my tiger on her chest and I don't want to hear you bitching about it for a single second. You hear me, Jeon? You keep your sister and I's relationship out of your mouth or I'll tell her all about you and little Hanna hookin' it up over the espresso powder."

Guk drops his mouth in horror at the older man's statement.

"Your tiger?! Are you craz-" your brother looks over at you, how close you are to them and he has an internal struggle for a minute before he groans loudly.

"Fuck! Fine! Goddammit!" he seethes through his teeth, bunching his hands in his hair into fists.

"You promise?" Yoongi teases, looking back at you with a large smile.

"Yes! I promise!" Guk grinds out, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Good little rat," the scarred man coos.

Finally, you step beside the drug lord, smiling up at him when he wraps his arm around your waist.

"What's going on over here?" you quip, laying your head against your boyfriend's chest.

"Oh, nothing. I was just telling Guk how you're getting the tiger today and he's so excited about it. Isn't that right, Jeongguk?"

You quip an eyebrow, expecting an explosion from your brother.

The younger man stares at his boss, eyes hard and unwavering.

They continue their staring contest for ten seconds too long before your brother blinks first.

"Ye-Yes. I'm just so happy you're going to be chained to Yoongi until the day you die." your sibling says forcibly, giving you a small smile.

"Really?" you chirp, looking up at Yoongi.

He winks down at you, drifting his thumb over your cheek softly.

"Oh yes. I can't wait to see you become a real, true mob wife. I'm just so over the moon that you'll be his old lady." Guk murmurs, looking down at the grass beneath his feet.

"Wow. Good. Okay! I thought you were going to throw me in the trunk and send me off to live at a nunnery or something," you breathe happily.

"Don't tempt me," he chuckles, narrowing his eyes at your boyfriend.

"He would never dream of it, baby doll," Yoongi smiles, narrowing his eyes back.

"Oh great! Thank you Gukkie! I'm so glad you're being supportive!" you beam, jumping into his arms and hugging him.

He shakes his head, baring his teeth at his boss.

"I have your coffee ready for you," you tell your boyfriend.

His eyes widen happily at the news and he holds his hand out for yours with a wink.

You take it with a smile, lacing your fingers with his.

As you start to walk away, Yoongi trails behind only to slap your brother upside the head with a chuckle.

The slow pulsing of Yoongi's hand in yours as he clenches and unclenches his fingers makes your mind go completely blank.

Today is the equivalent to getting married in your boyfriend's world.

He said it himself.

And it might be dumb to some, it might be ridiculously naive to believe that your first boyfriend, your only boyfriend, will be the forever love of your life. But you're okay with that.

While you stroll hand in hand towards the glass mansion, you let all of your worries and qualms just float away.

You love this man.

You love this stubborn, strong, lonely man.

And you've probably loved him since the second he helped you off the floor of your coffee shop the first day you both met.

All this push and pull of emotions, the strong desire to take care of the scarred man, the need to heal him -- that's all love.

It's unyielding, it's resilient, it thrums through your veins like a goddamn drug.

And you love that you love this man.

You love that he's yours.

You love that he's not going anywhere.

But like always you'll follow Yoongi's lead.

When he's comfortable with expressing himself in such a way, you will too.

"What're you holding over my brother that you got him to behave like that?" you inquire, dragging your nails over his tan, bare arm.

Your boyfriend smiles coyly, running his tongue over his teeth knowing he's been caught. "You tell me, Sherlock."

"Well if it was about him and Hanna, he's a moron. I know they've liked each other for years now...And the storage room has cameras, I have hundreds of dollars worth of coffee beans in there that need protecting." you quip, opening up the kitchen door.

Yoongi laughs loudly.

You make his heart bleed in so many ways with so few words, it's always a joy.

Picking you up easily, he holds you until he can set you down above him on the island counter. Your legs spread to accommodate him and he pulls down the strap of your nightgown slowly.

His fingertips run over the bare ink-free skin over your chest and goosebumps coat your skin accordingly.

"Feel free to hold it over Guk for as long as you like… I like it when he leaves us alone." you murmur, closing your eyes.

"I'll take you up on that, sweetheart," the drug lord coos, drifting his lips over your shoulder.

His kisses are slow and sensual, the petals of his lips move in time with your heartbeat, coating every centimeter of your skin as his own.

His kisses cease above your heart but his lips stay glued to your skin. His eyes flutter shut and he just stays silent. He's listening to everything -- the birds singing, the wind whipping through the trees, the inhales and exhales from you.

"I'm the luckiest man in the universe." he breathes, letting his forehead replace his mouth on your chest.

Running your fingers over the dragon tattoos of his scalp, you tilt your head.

"You turned me from a monster, from a hard shelled prick, into a man of devotion, into a man with a growing heart. This is all yours, sweetheart. Everything. Anything. I want you to know that."

"I just want you," you sing, tilting his face up.

His eyes are alight with care and earnestness.

"All I need is you," you whisper, coasting your thumb over his scar.

"You got me." he breathes, wrapping his arms around you.

You're surprised to see the tattoo equipment just stacked up in the living room. You expected to be going to a dark, goth decorated tattoo parlor where the artists have so many piercings in their lips that they look like some sort of metallic man.

"This is special and private. They come to us." Yoongi announces, watching you drift your hands over the multitude of machines.

You've thought about getting tattoos several times, especially when Guk would come home every day with a new piece of ink.

Nothing has ever stood out to you though, not until now. You could never make up your mind about what you wanted on your body forever.

This new ink won't be just a regular old tattoo. This means something.

It means something so prolific and so wondrous that everything in the future might just fall short.

"Is it going to hurt?" you inquire, watching the tattoo artist enter the house without a word.

It wasn't long ago that Namjoon had taken the blindfold off this man. You know that Yoongi is private but to hide the sight of how to get to his house only makes it that much more obvious that you have so much to learn.

"It's the good kind of pain," your boyfriend promises.

His arms wrap around you as the tattoo artist begins to set up.

You watch on with rapt fascination, seeing how easy it is for the man to connect all the jumbled wires quickly with precision.

"You don't have to get this right now if you're unsure or nervous." the drug lord reminds you.

You can hear the sadness in his voice but you pick up on something else as well -- understanding.

Turning around to the man you adore, you wrap your arms around his neck.

"I want this. I want you. I've never been so sure about anything else except wanting a coffee shop." you avow.

Yoongi lets out a low whistle, pressing his forehead to yours. "You're a smooth talker. You can turn my insides to dust in a second if you keep talking like that."

Giggling, you stand on the tips of your toes.

"Boss?"

"Yeah, Ming?" Yoongi replies, hugging you tightly to him.

"The gold, please."

The drug lord hums in agreement. He pulls away to dig into his suit jacket. The bottle that he pulls out looks so incredibly expensive, it has diamonds along the entire base and smaller stones of rubies and sapphires.

He tosses the bottle with little caution and you jump nervously, widening your eyes.

Ming catches it easily, shaking the bottle with smooth motions.

"Looks expensive," you muse, turning back to Yoongi.

"It's real body safe gold. It goes for a pretty penny." he breathes, running his thumb over your cheek.

"Oh… I just assumed that the gold outline would just be a deep yellow or something."

"Not in our world." he quips, pulling away to grab a glass of liquor.

Our world.

Those two words have your stomach flipping intensely.

You're really his.

You're really doing this.

As your heart begins to feel lighter and lighter, almost to the point of you feeling like you can fly when the kitchen door bursts open.

"Yoongi," Jin hisses, dabbing the sweat on his sideburns.

Your boyfriend's head turns slowly, taking in the disheveled older man. He lets out a loud exhale, running his hands over his face as if he's becoming irritated.

"This is the most important day of my life, I told you I didn't want to be interrupted," the scarred man sighs, narrowing his eyes at Seokjin.

"Yeah… no… I know, I'm sorry but I need to talk to you," the oldest murmurs, looking over at you apologetically.

Your boyfriend shakes his head, gulping down the liquor with a quickness.

"Say what you gotta say," he urges, turning his attention to Ming who's almost done setting up. "Quickly."

Jin looks at you for a moment before humming uneasily.

"She's about to become my old lady. Anything you know, she will know. So just make this easy for me and hurry up," Yoongi breathes, pulling his gun out and putting it on the dining room table.

The drug lord sits down beside the chaise lounge and he motions for you to lay back for Ming.

You do as told, watching the oldest pick at skin around his nails nervously.

"I'm waiting," your boyfriend insists, spinning his gun on the table with his index finger.

Seokjin takes a deep breath, already cringing at the words that flow past his lips. "Someone stole half of our shipment of cocaine at the docks."

Your eyes immediately snap to Yoongi and his jaw tightens in an instant. His fingers flex and he grips the handle of his gun so tightly you're sure that he's going to crush it in his hands.

Without a word, you grab onto his hand. Your thumb strokes against his smooth skin and his eyes squeeze shut.

There's silence for a long time. Just the sounds of your boyfriend breathing heavily, the snap of latex gloves going onto hands and Jin nervously clearing his throat rings through the stagnant air.

"This is the equivalent of you spitting on my face on my wedding day. Do you realize that?" Yoongi seethes through his teeth.

"Yes, I know. But I needed to tell you. We just found out about it."

Your boyfriend gives a laugh, one devoid of any humor. "Do we know who?"

Jin looks down at his feet, dragging his hands over his sweaty face. "No… they killed all the cameras and took down all the guards."

Yoongi squeezes your hand so impossibly tight that you squeak at the sudden sharp pain.

He realizes his mistake immediately, checking on you in an instant. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry," he coos, kissing you gently.

"I'm ready," Ming notifies the drug lord.

Disregarding Jin in the doorway, Yoongi looks at you. "You're sure you're ready for this?"

"Yes," you reply, squeezing his hand softly.

He smiles before turning his attention back to the oldest. "We'll deal with it later. This is more important."

Seokjin gives a strict nod, watching the tattoo artist pour out the gold ink into a small paper cup.

"Do you have a cigarette?" Jin inquires to the boss, patting down his own pockets.

Your boyfriend shakes his head, drifting his lips over the back of your hand. "Tryin' to quit."

Well that's news to you.

"A beautiful, headstrong, stubborn queen once told me she hated the smell," Yoongi quips, nodding to Ming to begin.

You find your neck and ears heating up at his words.

The thin transferable paper is pressed to your chest and when it's peeled away you exhale a breath you didn't even know you were holding.

"This means forever," your boyfriend whispers, holding up the mirror for you to see it.

Even in purple ink it's so much more beautiful than you could have imagined. It's larger than all the ones you've seen before and to your surprise you love that. It's the same exact fierce tiger that sits prettily on Yoongi's neck but the paws are more feminine and the tail is longer, ending just below your collarbone where it curls sweetly at the end.

It looks made for you.

"Forever," you promise.

The sound of the tattoo gun turning on sends shivers up your spine and you turn your head to look at your boyfriend for solace. His eyes are glassy, eyebrows knit together.

When the needle enters your skin, he lets out a shaky breath of relief.

You're so much more than perfection for him.

You're his family.

His life.

His home.

"Goddammit," he hisses, pressing his forehead to your knuckles.

When you whimper at the hot, dragging pain, he kisses over your hand to comfort you.

"My baby girl," he whispers fondly.

He's known it for a while now, even if he didn't want to admit it or rush into anything due to his prior failure at romance.

He's so in love with you that it takes up every cell in his entire body.

"My queen," he breathes, watching the tattoo come to life before his eyes.

You're such a huge part of this scarred man that there is no one else in the world that could make his heart bleed like this.

And he wouldn't change that for anything in the world.

Because this day, the day you got this new tiger tattoo, is the day your life changed forever.

This day was the day you were accepted into an empire that Yoongi had built for years.

And what comes next… Well, every queen gets a crown.

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The Decay of Yesterday: Chapter Four {Viktor x Reader}

this is a reader-insert fic, but i hate the terms y/n, (name), etc., so i’ll be using the nickname “scout” in place of it! if that’s not your cup of tea, well, then this probably isn’t the story for you. hope you enjoy!

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Five years after the first outbreak

You woke up the next morning to gunshots. 

A bullet cracking through the air sent you up and out of bed into a frenzy. You had fallen asleep in the infirmary next to Ollie’s bed. She was stirring but hadn’t woken up yet. Skipper was curled up next to your side. 

Or he had been. 

He was on his feet, looking around wildly as you got to your feet and tried to look out the window. There was nothing you could see.

“Stay here with Ollie.” You say, and he nods, sitting on her bed and holding her hand tightly. You leave the room as she mumbles, “wassat noise?”

The halls are filled with people sucked in their own little world, not minding the noise and just going on with their day. No one gave you any helpful directions when you asked where the gunshots were coming from. Who was shooting a gun, and why wasn’t anyone stopping the noise when it could draw zombies?

Another bullet whizzed through the air as you pushed open doors into a courtyard. That was the sixth one so far. How many were in the magazine?

The bright light blinded you for a moment, causing you to put your hand up to block it and squint so you could try to see. 

What you saw made rage boil.

A wiry young woman—probably in her late teens—with long blue hair in braids was holding a gun.

Your gun.

“Only ever use it if it’s a last resort. You’ll know what to do.” 

Before you knew what you were doing, you were running forward. The woman turned just as your fist connected with her jaw and knocked her to the ground, sending the gun skittering away from her grasp. Then, you were running to the weapon, picking it up and checking for damage, and then checking the chamber and magazine. 

There was a single bullet left. 

You hear an anger-filled cry, and someone tackles you to the ground. Your head cracks against the concrete, and suddenly your head is spinning. You can feel the blood dripping down as the woman raises your head by the collar of your scrubs and slams your head against the concrete again and again and again. Finally, you manage to clock her in the eye before she kneels on your upper arms so you can’t move.  

There’s the sound of running, and suddenly Jayce is pulling the woman off, and Vi is hauling you to your feet. The entire time you clutch the weapon and don’t let anyone pull it out of your hands as Vi and the black-haired woman sling your arms over their shoulders and drag you out of the courtyard. 

The blue-haired woman is shrieking and wailing as Jayce and Sevika try to get her under control. You hear her all the way to the infirmary. 

Viktor is sitting again at Ollie’s side, talking to her and Skipper until he notices you. You must look awful because he pales and stands. 

“What happened?” He asks, and Vi grunts as she helps you onto the bed, 

“Jinx happened.” She says and props your head up on pillows after putting a towel behind your head. 

Her hand comes away bloody.

“—at do you mean Jinx happened?” You realize Viktor is still talking, and your head lolls to the side against the pillow. He is opening and closing drawers, looking for something.

“That bitch took my gun.” You mumble, and he looks at you from where he had been rummaging through one of the drawers. He looks at the gun that is still in your hand. 

“You let her do this to you over a weapon?” He demands incredulously, and you shrug as best you can while in bed.

“It’s very important to me.” You say simply. Viktor rolls his eyes but finally finds what he is looking for.

A needle and thread. 

Immediately you sit up,

“There’s uh… there’s no need for that. I’m fine.” You say, leaning away as he hobbles over. Viktor sits on the edge of the bed and reaches for the bottle of hydrogen peroxide under his arm. He shakes it.

There isn’t much left. 

Viktor mumbles a curse under his breath but hands the needle and bottle off to Vi. 

“Go clean that in the sink. We need it to be sterile.” He says to her. Vi nods, taking both items carefully, going to the sink, and dousing the needle in what's left of the liquid. Viktor takes it back, and after tossing the bottle in the waste bin beside the bed, he threads the needle and motions for you to turn around. 

“Absolutely not.” You say, and Viktor raises an eyebrow but scoots closer anyway.

“You are bleeding. You need medical treatment.” He replies, and you shake your head before cradling your skull with your free hand. 

Vi speaks quietly to the black-haired woman, who still hasn’t said two words to you but nods and leaves the room. She comes back with a bottle of clear liquid. 

It didn’t have a label. 

Viktor takes the bottle with a quiet “Thank you, Miss Kiramman.” and hands it to you.

“Drink this.” He says, and you have to refrain from smacking it out of his hands. Though part of you desperately wanted to.

“And why should I do that?” You say. Viktor looks two seconds away from strangling you as you continue to refuse to take the bottle in his hand. 

“It’s vodka.”

“Why would I drink vodka?!”

“We don’t have general anesthesia here, and I need to sew your wound shut.”

“You aren’t getting anywhere near me with that needle.”

“Head wounds bleed a lot. If you bleed any more, you’ll pass out.”

“Let me pass out then! You aren’t sewing my head shut.” 

Viktor looks up at the ceiling as if praying for strength. Then he turns to Vi and “Miss Kiramman” and then to you.

“Would you hold Scout down, please?”

Your gaze turns to them, and you scowl. Miss Kiramman at least has the decency to look nervous.

“Are you sure we should do that?” She asks, and you shake your head,

“You get any closer, and I’ll bite you. Pretty sure you don’t want that.” You snap, and she actually backs up a step. Vi steps in front of her, her hand clenching into a fist.

“Try that, and you’ll get another hit to the head.” She snarls, and Viktor holds up his hands.

“No one is biting or punching anyone.” He says, voice slightly raised to get everyone’s attention. Your eyes snap back to meet his, and he looks angry. 

Angry at you specifically. 

But you can’t find it in yourself to care. 

“Scout?” Comes Ollie’s quiet voice, and your head whips to the side a little too quickly and sends another wave of pain coursing through your head. You have to hold in a whine. 

Ollie is holding onto Skipper’s arm and looking at you with wide eyes. You offer what you hope is a kind smile,

“What’s wrong, Ollie?” You say, and she creeps closer to your bedside and worms her hand into your free one. Then she leans into your ear and whispers as if telling you a secret.

“You should let Viktor help you. He’s nice.” She says, and you sigh. It was one thing to worry about yourself; it was a whole other thing to have her and Skipper worrying about you.

“Alright, fine.” You say and turn your gaze onto Viktor. It turns into a scowl as you look at the needle again. “But no alcohol. It’s probably not good for a concussion.” You finish, and he shrugs.

“It’s your choice.” Is all he says.

The pain isn’t bad, but it’s not at all comfortable. You clench your free hand in the sheets when Ollie lets go of it. But even through all the agony, you still don’t drop the gun. 

“Only ever use it if it’s a last resort. You’ll know what to do.” 

The stitching doesn’t take long. Viktor—while infuriating—is quick and efficient in his work. First, he cuts the thread with scissors and ties it off. Then he presses some pills into your hand. They’re nondescript and white. They look vaguely like Tylenol, but you can’t be sure. 

“Take these for the pain.” He says curtly before hobbling from the infirmary with the slam of the metal door.

“What crawled up his ass and died?” You mumble as Vi hands you a canteen of water.

“He’s just difficult sometimes.” She says, and you look at the ceiling as you swallow the pills. Difficult was an understatement.

“So I’ve heard.” 

Miss Kiramman finally speaks up,

“Why did you provoke Jinx?” She asks, and you look at her.

“Who are you again?” You ask, and she purses her lips,

“Caitlyn Kiramman. Tell me why you provoked Jinx. The girl with the blue hair.” She asks again, and you hold up the gun. She flinches away with a surprised, “Don’t wave that around!” You raise your eyebrows,

“I’m not going to shoot anyone. This is too important to me.” You say, and Vi frowns,

“Why?” She asks, and you shrug,

“Because it’s only to be used as a last resort in this day and age.” You reply cryptically, and you can see the wheels turning in their heads. 

Vi is the first to figure it out.

But the door opens again before she can say anything. 

Silco enters with Sevika holding Jinx by her arms as the adults settle her onto a cot. She’s nursing an angry bruise on her jaw from your hit, but he’s mostly calm, with Silco speaking to her in soft tones. At least she’s calm until she sees you. Then she jumps to her feet and starts to run over, an angry snarl on her face when Sevika catches her arm and wheels her around to force her onto the bed. 

“She punched me!” She shrieks, and Ollie and Skipper both flinch at the noise. You forget that they grew up in a mostly silent world with you whispering so as not to attract the undead. 

You realize abruptly that, for whatever reason, Jayce is nowhere to be found. 

You glance up in time to see Silco making his way over to your bedside. You unconsciously scoot back as he sits at the edge of the bed. You try to avoid looking at his eyes altogether. 

“I understand there was a misunderstanding this morning.” He begins, and you bite the inside of your cheek.

You don’t want him talking to you. 

You want him to leave you alone. 

“Jinx was using my gun.” You reply simply, and he cocks his head to the side. Almost like a bird. 

“You hit her over a weapon?” He inquires. You nod once. Better to keep your answers short and to the point. There wasn’t any reason to be long and flowery with your words when you felt he would use those to his advantage. 

Silco lets out a breath,

“Come with me.” He says, and Caitlyn steps forward,

“But Scout’s injured and needs rest!” She exclaims but stops when Silco holds up a hand. It seems he runs a tight ship here at the compound, commanding respect in those around him. That or fear.

You get to your feet, wobbling slightly at first but refusing help from Vi and Caitlyn. 

“Stay with Ollie and Skipper, please.” You whisper to them. Vi nods and corrals the kids back to Ollie’s bed with featherlight promises of learning to play a card game. Caitlyn hesitates but relents when you give her a look. 

Sevika is still holding Jinx down as you pass her on the way to the entrance. 

Jinx is looking like she wants to murder you. 

Part of you wonders if she’s plotting to do so.

As Silco leads you into what looks like an office and shuts the door behind you, you can’t help but hope he isn’t about to kill you here and now.

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Back to Rill’s POV. Starting to need a masterpost...

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"Definitely not Imperial," Rill said. He let his head loll back against the wall, probed a swollen cut on the inside of his cheek morbidly with his tongue. Talking was making it worse. "Not anymore. The country, my country is called Saverain."

His fellow prisoner looked somewhat unconvinced. He was sitting in the centre of the cell facing Rill’s side, but he still managed to fill it. A rounded, golden-brown statue of a man -  not just tall, but broad, with a muscled chest and shoulders and a rounded belly, and a thatch of blond hair and beard. If the cell was cramped for Rill, it was doubtful that Jak could even stretch out enough to sleep.

"Never heard of it," he said.

Rill shook his head. "You are... getting back at me," he said, knowing that he was using the wrong idioms, that his grammar was broken. "For calling your home the Pirate Isles."

Jak chuckled. "At least you mainland folk talk of the Isles, friend, even if you use the wrong name. You say you're from a country that didn't exist ten years ago."

They had been working on Rill's Castar, off and on, for a few days now. Rill rarely had the energy to talk for longer than twenty minutes or so at once, and Jak didn't seem to begrudge him that. Seemed to understand when all Rill had in him was to curl up in the corner and hurt.

Jak was so amiable, in fact, that Rill struggled to picture him offering violence to anybody unprovoked, although he had quite cheerfully admitted yesterday that he was imprisoned for piracy.

"It existed, it just wasn't independent," Rill said. "Until the... My point - my point is, I'm not an Imperial citizen any more."

Jak shrugged. He flicked something, some bug or tiny vermin, off his muscled blond forearm. "Good enough for me. Explains why you're here, huh?"

Rill hunched his shoulders, crossed his arms over his knees, and didn't answer.

This conversation - exchanging names and origins, piecing together a language he hadn't heard in years and had never really learned properly, making things that were almost jokes - felt like trying to paper over a gaping hole. A gaping wound. Anything to occupy himself with that wasn't the sickening, hideous knowledge of what the future held.

"Your place must be a real thorn in their side, 'cause they sure hate you." Jak was still talking, across the wooden slats and a thousand miles away. "What'd you do to earn you all of... that?"  

A thorn. All of their ambitions, the world they'd seen, all of the tears and blood. Nothing but a thorn, an irritant, apparently. Rill knew it had been worth it. It had been. It still was.

Jak was looking at him, crooking his neck slightly to be able to see through one of the gaps. Rill shook his head, the way he did when Jak used an unfamiliar word or spoke too fast for him to understand. "Uh.... no, um, sorry. Don't know."

He let his head sink down onto his arms.

The officer on the ship - oh, God, the officer, Rill still felt that wave of shame to think of him, of what Rill had admitted the first time they'd spoken - had told Rill the last time they spoke that Rill looked 'better'. More 'lucid'. Swinging the pendulum back towards pity, away from spite.

Rill had at least been lucid enough to keep his mouth shut this time and say nothing; which was probably what had lost him the clothes. Still, however, pathetically easy to read.

Jak sighed. "You should eat that."

Rill raised his head enough to look at the ration that had been slid in to him this morning. Hard bread. Even if it hadn't been physically painful to eat...

"Why bother," he mumbled.

"Well, we're not hanged til we're hanged," Jak said, almost philosphically. "Are you sure we're going to the capital?"

"That's what they said," Rill mumbled, for at least the third time. Jak seemed dubious, for reasons he'd tried to explain, but Rill's Castar tended to fail him once Jak got to talking about ships or the ocean.

"That is weeks away, and we are still alive," he said firmly. "Got to keep your strength up."

Rill took a deep breath, let it out shakily. He examined briefly the thought of explaining to this inexplicably upbeat, inexplicably kind foreigner, in his butchered terrible Castar, the concept that if he was physically weak when he got to the capital he might not last so long under torture, which would be a miserable blessing.

He sat up, inched painfully away from the shared cell wall. "I'm tired," he said instead. "Sorry. No more talking for today."

Rill lowered himself down, to lay on the shoulder that hurt the least, and closed his eyes. He breathed slowly in the fetid dark, the wooden deck seeming to rise up to press against his cheek rhythmically, and tried not to let the waters of panic close over the top of his head. It is worth it. Saverain is still worth it. I'll never see it again, and most of it never even liked me particularly much; but it is and was and always will be worth it. 

Rill didn’t quite notice when he’d slipped into a miserable, queasily rocking sleep. But he must have, because he woke up to find the cells even darker than usual, and Jak hissing urgently at him.

Rill made some blurred, indistinguishable noise, rolled painfully onto his back.

Jak was a towering figure, standing silhouetted against the light coming down the stairs from above, hair limned in murky gold.

“Rill,” he said, eyes shining in the dark. “Get up! Something is happening.”

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Tagged by @msrafterdark -thanks for remembering I used to be a writer!!

Rules: List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any.

Forbidden Adventure: Mulder drags her bag from the overhead bin and plops it onto her seat.

When the Lights are On (pt 3): A piece of you’s inside me, Mulder, she thinks, at least a dozen times a day.

Here Be Monsters (pt 2): She hates how much she wants him.

When the Lights are Off (pt 1): It’s not the chill that wakes her, late in her bed on a Thursday night.

The Fox Mulder Phonetic Alphabet: She brings her lunch from home most days.

Stay: She’s the practical one, always has been.

Something That's Not Soup: She grew up loving the water, could spend an entire morning exploring in goggles and a snorkel, fingers turned pruny and hair a saltwater mess that would make her mother groan.

Inevitable Things: He’s waiting for you.

There've Been Good Things, Too: Dark green leather.

Sparta, Tennessee: There’s something she never realized would happen once she and Mulder finally crossed that line: That she’d be aroused.

Once Upon a Time in a Basement: Her head lolls on her neck in that wonderful way heads sometimes do after consuming the perfect amount of wine.

This makes me miss writing, going back and remembering all these fics! These are some of my very favorites!

Observations/Patterns: Almost all of these are written from Scully's POV. I never introduce my characters, I just start right out using pronouns with the assumption my readers all know who I'm talking about.

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Hey guys, not txf-related, but I entered a self-portrait contest and would love it if you'd vote for my piece!!

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My #1 post of 2022

I turned 50 two days ago. FIFTY. Every year on my birthday I do a piece of art, and this was my painting this year. There have been some hard years in these five decades, some very hard ones, but there have also been a lot of really wonderful years. Here's to more of those in the future!

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#yeah it was a slow year for me #cool that my self portrait made number one with a whopping 56 notes! #I remember when my fic was all of my top postings #this is fun though!