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jiminjamms · 1 year

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sex therapy :: 16. liar, liar

chapter tags/warnings: infidelity/adultery...lots of it. multiple partners mean many fluids in the action. mentions of rough sex. mentions of breeding. guilt-driven sex. nonconsensual acts. manipulative undertones. humiliation. strong language. classism.

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notes: thank you for the comments i've received about my graduation and for your patience in this update! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo

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Eleven missed calls.

All of which came from your husband.

With your phone placed away, you had not realized this deluge of notifications until Choso dropped you off at your apartment lobby.

“Bastard still thinks you’re his good lil’ wife,” Choso snickered when he peered over your shoulder, scanning the messages as well.

Driven by post-coital bliss, his mood had improved dramatically on the drive back, and he grinned stupidly beside you. At some point, you had to push his smug face away so that he would stop gloating over the words on your screen.

Where the fuck did you go? I’m still at the restaurant looking for you, one of Naoya’s bitter texts read followed by another sent twenty minutes later: I’m already home now, goddamnit.

Oh, the dread.

The raw dread that filled you, knowing that you had a husband waiting for you at home. A dream for many, yet a curse for you...which was why once Choso bid you goodbye, this awful trepidation only intensified now that you were once again nothing but alone.

The long elevator ride up to the penthouse didn't help either, your anxiety consuming you as the numbers on the floor display ticked higher. Sometime before the elevator reached the twentieth story, you caught sight of your reflection in the mirrored walls.

Wow, with this new wild hairdo, you looked like a tornado survivor.

Oh, but before Naoya saw you, there was something else you should be more concerned about.

You stumbled towards your closest reflection, your breaths coming to a stop as you slowly—very slowly—peeled up your dress.

“Please...no,” you silently prayed but nothing could stop the gasp at your lips once the hem was pulled past your hipbone, revealing the purple bruises on your outer thighs and the prominent swelling at your ass.

“Oh my,” you winced when you ran a finger over one particular welt.

Naoya must never get a glimpse of this.

Shame burned at your face, which had marks of their own.

To justify this most recent escapade, you convinced yourself that this was what Naoya deserved after his hurtful words during dinner. Furthermore, if what the therapists said was true—if Naoya was truly cheating on you—you definitely merited rights to your own (reverse) harem, right? An eye for an eye.

Okay, there were faults in this logic, but you must suspend beliefs if you hoped to feel better about yourself.

When a telling ding signaled your arrival at the sixtieth-second floor, you scrambled, pulling your dress over the blemishes and patting down some stubborn baby hairs. Once the elevator doors parted, you paced briskly to the penthouse entrance, the unit’s usual jasmine scent greeting you followed by the overhead lights that flickered on.

You thought that you were the only one in the apartment until you spotted Naoya in the living room. He had a long day, but he was awake rather than asleep, sunken into the sofa. From the back, he appeared bored, shuffling idly through different channels on TV.

“I’ve returned,” you announced unceremoniously, slipping off your heels.

When your husband turned to look over his shoulder, you half-expected him to erupt in fury—to degrade you, to command you, to do everything to emotionally hurt you until he pleased himself using you. After all, that was the typical response that you had grown accustomed to.

In fact, Naoya almost seemed to have ignored you had it not been for how he stood up from his seat, revealing the tall silhouette that blended with the cityscape background behind him. Hands tucked into his pockets, he strode languidly toward you on long legs and silent steps until he stopped a mere foot away.

“What’s that?” he inquired about the shopping bag you just placed down. He peered inside and surely recognized the dress that Choso had so graciously returned. “Had you gone somewhere?”

“Picked this up from the dry cleaner,” you babbled only to immediately wish that you hadn’t. This was an awful fabrication that was formulated from impulsivity rather than wit, confirmed by how Naoya narrowed his eyes.

“I see,” Naoya hummed in acceptance, likely trying to understand why you decided to make a spontaneous nighttime trip to the dry cleaner when you were supposed to be on a dinner date with him. Then, he added very casually, “You didn’t respond to my texts, by the way.”

Neither did you, you wanted to retort. When he had vanished into thin air these past few days, did he bother to look at the many messages that you sent him? Of course not. Rather than stir a commotion, you merely uttered, “Sorry.”

“Just don’t do that again,” he advised. For a moment, he glanced to the side—almost like he was about to burst from frustration—before he calmly said, “I was worried about you.”

Now this you were not expecting.

Your chest even fluttered given that your husband rarely voiced his concern for you. Had you responded to his texts, would he ever tell you something like that?

His mood was pleasant—far too pleasant because this was Naoya Zenin in the question, a self-absorbed husband whose indecent wife missed each of his eleven calls because she was too busy getting her pussy stretched (but he didn’t need to know that last point, right?).

On that note, guilt tugged hard at your stomach.

While you had planned to confront Naoya about his potential infidelity, the idea suddenly seemed too out of place, and you were ashamed that you doubted faithfulness at all.

That was when you reminded yourself: Naoya would always be the endgame. The fuck session earlier tonight was only to get your mind off the husband that you were hung up on. Naoya was who you truly wanted in the end. The fresh change with Choso—you justified—was to lift your mood, so you could forgive Naoya for his earlier insults.

Nonetheless, this guilt was much too heavy to swallow.

This wretched feeling only intensified as Naoya closed the distance, gently leaning over to seal your lips closed. I’ve missed you, his kiss seemed to say.

Earlier tonight, he might have confessed how his intention with you was purely sexual, a statement that trampled on your already aching heart. But, in the end, Naoya was whom you were expected to spend the rest of your days with.

You gripped onto his shirt as his lips traveled to your jaw, the quiet smacks ringing softly in your ears before you felt him kiss the side of your neck, and his warm exhale excited a slight shudder down your spine.

Whether his actions were driven by emotion or duty, you didn’t know. But what you did know was how much you wanted to give yourself in to him, to sink into the arms that encircled your waist, to let him caress and then use you—all in an attempt to relieve you from your sins.

If only life was that simple.

“This smell,” Naoya murmured, lips vibrating against your collarbone as he spoke, “comes from another man.”

Your blood turned cold.

“...What?”

Caught completely off-guard, you could feel your sympathetic nervous system kicking in, your cold fingertips and widened eyes telltale signs of your fright. Before Naoya could look downward, you pulled at your dress to hide the bruises by your thighs, which would be a surefire giveaway to the dirty deed you had done earlier. However, you were not thinking, perhaps downright possessed even, when you tried to save yourself by adding, “That isn’t what you think it is.”

Although Naoya was still by your neck, even you could see how he cocked a brow at the comment.

“’That?’” he repeated, then pausing briefly. As his confusion waned into dubiety, he straightened up slowly and loomed over you. “That what?”

Oh, no—

“That what?” Naoya said again, except his tone this time around could cut like a sharpened blade. His face deepened and darkened for every second that passed, his expression souring into a frown with furrowed brows. Even his lips tugged between a smile and a jeer as if he seemed tied between derision and disbelief. He certainly made his mind, though, when he caught your hand shielding a certain bruise. “What...are you hiding?”

That was when panic swallowed you whole.

“Nothing. It’s just...I didn’t mean to—” Terror locked words in your throat, but you certainly made the wrong move when you blurted, “I had told him not to—“

“Him?”

Oh, now you really aroused Naoya’s curiosity, not to mention that he looked furious because why should he ever love a wife unfaithful to him?

“No!” you shouted when Naoya tore your arm towards him. Efforts to free yourself quickly proved futile given his firm clasp. Rather, Naoya first stared at your hand, studying the cuts across your palm before his gaze trailed down to the much more obvious marks on your thighs and knees.

For several silent moments, he appeared deep in thought...pondering and pondering...his flat expression too difficult to read. Only when the seconds turned into a full minute did Naoya cautiously loosen his grasp around your wrist, releasing you from captivity.

Relief swelled over your system because you assumed you were safe, that Naoya was actually a more forgiving husband than you had originally given him credit for. You even backed away from him knowing that you were now liberated from his scrutiny.

Until your husband very calmly added, “Seems like I’ve missed out on something exciting.”

You froze.

For a man red hot with anger mere minutes ago, Naoya was now so amused that you found his change in tone too eerie, his expression so stern that you must promptly avert your gaze to the hardwood floor.

“I...don’t know what you’re talking about.” Vainly, you tried to play down the weight of the matter. “Just headed out for a bit. Nothing for you to be concerned with.”

“Oh really?” The inflection in Naoya’s pitch was incredibly insulting and incredulous. “To the dry cleaners? Or don’t tell me that my beloved wifey lied to me because she had actually gone somewhere else? Because you sure were desperate to cover up for something that ‘wasn’t anything important.’”

Fuck.

“I—” A gulp.

Naoya did not need long to notice the backward shuffles in your steps. He followed you, stalking forward like a mountain lion closing in his pathetic prey. Ideally, you would like to tell him to stop, that you could barely think with him at such proximity, but the potential consequences of telling him off seemed too dangerous.

“Well, tell me,” he urged. With one last step, he cornered you such that your back pressed against the wall, his hands planted on either side of your head. He exhaled deeply, and remnants of his tequila whirled in the little space between you two. “Did my dear Mrs. Zenin have a lot of fun?”

Your mouth grew dry at the question, and you remained keen to drill your eyes into the ground.

“I...” You bit your inner cheek, remembering the tears that had rolled off embarrassingly from your face. “I...wouldn’t exactly call that fun.”

“Aw, not fun?” Naoya cooed and curled one finger around a loose lock of your hair. “Why not, darling? All because my baby’s got some booboos? What do you want me to do, hm? Want me to crawl onto my knees to kiss the bruises that another man gave?”

“N-No.”

He contemplated the answer, looking lost in thought as he twirled your tresses. “Then how far did you get with this lucky guy?”

At the confrontation, it took all your willpower to not crumble like potted soil turned dry. Wracked with humiliation, you decided to ignore the question, thinking that that was the safer option until your husband tugged your strands gently.

"Hey.” There was a spark of a raspy growl in his voice. Understandably, he was irritated, and you didn’t blame him for being impatient when he warned lowly, "Don't make me repeat myself."

You swallowed one hard lump.

“We didn’t go far at all.” A lie through your goddamn teeth. Yet, you had to say something if you ever hoped for him to let you off the hook, especially when—

“Ow!” you groaned at the forceful yank at your hair. Instinctively, your hands flew to your scalp and rubbed at where the sting burned the most. “The hell was that for?!”

“I just want you to tell me the truth,” Naoya advised coolly, which implied that he already had some idea what this ‘truth’ was. Whether or not he did, you could feel how he was dangerously toying with your strands again, ready to teach you another lesson if you disobeyed. “C’mon,” he challenged. “Test me. Who would have thought that my wife would have this much trouble being honest with—"

“We fucked over his car...”

The room went instantly silent as your words sunk in, the only sounds being your uneven breaths that were a by-product of your horror.

Did you really just say that?

Though you have yet to meet his gaze, you hated how your stomach churned with uneasiness, only exacerbated by Naoya’s overbearing presence beside you.

“Over his car?” Naoya quoted, his interest piqued. “As in, the car hood?”

For a long moment, you considered how to answer in the most diplomatic manner until your eyes slipped closed and you finally said, “...Yes.”

“And did you like it?”

“N-No.”

A gentle tug. “I can tell when you lie,” and by now, you could tell that he truly meant it. “Try me again, and I’ll—"

“I...loved it.”

You thought that Naoya Zenin finally derived the satisfaction that he wanted when his fingers ultimately loosened from your locks, only for these hopes to prove naïve when his dark chuckles rumbled from above. What started as a small snicker soon unraveled into a taunting laugh—an impassionate uproar—as your husband threw his head back, cackling wickedly into the air.

You were too absorbed in disgrace that you didn’t even notice Naoya approach you again, his right hand moving to grab your face. And when he finally forced you to turn to him, you see that his hazel eyes are ablaze with an unscrupulous sort of entertainment, tears from laughter pricking at his outer corners.

“Oh, ho ho!” he mused. His strong clutch on your jaw allowed him to revel in your distress, squandering your opportunities to look at anything else but him. “This is fucking hilarious! To think that everyone thought that Miss Prim-and-Proper over here is a good sweet girl when she’s been a slut all along.”

Naoya chuckled as his eyes crinkled with mirth, and you squirmed uncomfortably in his hold.

Rather than humiliation, your heart began to fill with chagrin.

Why was your very husband the only person who would intentionally work up so much frustration in you?

Ironically, the timing in this realization could not be more perfect as Naoya brought his face all up in yours.

“This wasn’t the first time, wasn’t it?”

Obviously, your first inclination is to lie, but you second guess yourself when you think back to his previous warning: I can tell when you lie.

“Not the first time,” you breathed slowly, and the rumbles in his laughter were wholly off-putting.

“So, did you spit or swallow tonight, you little whore? Well, you seem more like a spitter, you quitter. Unless...” He then covered his mouth for theatric effect. “Don’t tell me he came inside of you?!” he crowed and reveled in the glare you sent. “Bingo! He did, didn’t he? He came deep inside my wife, and I’m sure you loved that too!” At this point, Naoya was guffawing like a maniac on the ground, bent over to hug at his stomach. “I’m guessing you creamed all over his cock too! Boy, oh boy. What would your daddy say when he learns that his little girl’s been frisky? Oh, oh! Even better! What would the papers say when a little birdie informs them about your tiny secret?”

“Or about yours.”

Naoya’s laughter, which had bellowed through the penthouse just moments ago, immediately dissipated at the comment.

Your husband crawled up from the floor. He half-stumbled on his way up and met your deterministic gaze.

This, so far, was the bravest you have ever been. Never have you dared to even think about confronting Naoya. Yet here you were now. Even if you trembled with nervousness—his frame towering many centimeters above yours—you did your best to be the one staring him down instead.

While you expected repulsion, Naoya just stared pointedly at you.

“How did you know?”

Strangely enough, his unflappable composure was what upset you the most. He was calm and collected, so unperturbed such that he didn’t even bother to deny the accusation. Because compared to you, Naoya probably did not feel guilty in the slightest, instead viewing your awareness as nothing more than an inconvenience.

“So, the cheating rumors are true then,” you breathed, and when your husband nodded so nonchalantly, there should be no reason for you to experience a heartache that you knew wasn’t worth the pain.

Besides, you should have been prepared for this. The signs were so blatant and obvious: his ridicule, his actions, and his contempt all presages that pointed towards an underlying reason behind his behavior. For crying out loud, even your therapists, who probably never witnessed a second of interaction between you and your husband, were the first to suggest the idea of Naoya’s infidelity.

And like a fool, you had rushed to defend your husband.

But why were you so obsessed with upholding a failed marriage when your husband could barely care to do the same? Why were you so desperate to salvage any possibility of amending the bond between husband and wife when your other half could not care for the same? The entire reason you sought sex therapy was that you valued this marriage more than anything else, hoping to forge a physical connection with your husband that lied beyond obligation.

But were you really that disillusioned?

The shame that had churned within your chest had given way to pain as you eked out, “How long has this been going on?”

“Almost a year.”

In other words, well before he tied the knot with you.

You appreciated his honesty, but the truth did not stab any less into your heaving chest.

No wonder Naoya had always been callous, ruthless even. From day one, he never belonged to you. In this marriage, his heart, his soul, and his every waking second had always been dedicated to someone else while you foolishly clung on to hope that he would one day warm up.

“Then...why didn’t you just marry her?”

“Look,” Naoya started, only to pause as a thousand emotions flashed across his face, reaching to massage his temples before he lost total control of his temper. “Things are complicated, okay? Listing all the reasons would take an entire damn day because there’s a fucking million of them.”

“Just tell me what they are.”

“Goddamnit, woman!” Naoya shouted, thrusting his arm down in exasperation and startling you. “Since when can you order me around?! Can’t your tiny ass idiot brain tell that I’m not in the fucking mood right now to talk about this shit?”

“But you’re going to keep seeing her?”

“Yes!” and his response was so curt that there was undoubtedly no regard for your feelings in his reply. There was so much more to know, but negotiating with him for details was fruitless given his current mood.

“You’re not worried that I’ll tell someone about this?”

“Well, you won’t,” Naoya accosted with crossed arms and the most unbothered shrug. “Because you know what’s going to happen if you tattle tale, right?”

You sucked in a deep breath.

I would just tattle tale too, the glint in his eyes answered, and nothing could stop him then. The knowledge of your affair had emboldened him and provided him with justification to do the same, especially since he could now laud all this over your head like some twisted trophy.

“Look, it’s fair and square,” he justified. “We’re even now. Frankly, I don’t care and won’t care to know about your business so long as you don’t mess with mine. Do us both a favor, alright? Keep that loudmouth of yours shut, and I might just do the same. Our families spent much effort to secure this ‘picture-perfect’ relationship in Japan, so we wouldn’t them finding out about our part-time flings, now would we?”

The worst bit was how Naoya was correct.

Because you thought about your father-in-law, who would harbor no qualms about cutting you from Japan’s most affluent family for good. You also thought about Mai and Maki, the Zenin twins who would be heartbroken to learn how Naoya had been mistreating you all along when you had previously told the girls that he wasn’t. And most importantly, you thought about your father, who would resign from his position to support your decisions, no matter how grave.

If disclosed, news regarding the scandals—both yours and your husband’s—would bear headlines for weeks, and the two households would certainly then fall out from bad publicity.

As a result, there was only one answer.

“No, we wouldn’t them to know.”

“Then, you’re not going to snitch?”

“No, I won’t...” you trailed off, and—from the corner of your eye—you could see Naoya grin with victory.

The differences between you and Naoya may be irreconcilable, yet there still existed a silent but mutual goal to not disappoint each other’s families. While the thought of being second place in Naoya’s heart could tear through your own, you staved this emptiness away by justifying this as a small price to pay, given that thousands could at most dream about being in your place.

“So, you’re a well-behaved woman after all,” Naoya hummed happily, resting one arm suggestively on your hip. “What a good wife.”

A good wife—the main reason Naobito Zenin wanted his son to marry you to begin with. As a ‘good wife,’ you were expected to love your husband, respect him, and provide for him. Real love may not ever exist in your marriage, but you were still obliged to fulfill your duties as his lawful spouse.

So, when your husband carried you into the bedroom and brought you to bed, when he stripped you carefully from your clothes and squeezed at your breasts, you willingly let him turn you into his filthy fuck toy.

“On your back,” Naoya whispered at some point, pushing your shoulders back such that you landed on the mattress with a soft thud.

His gaze darkened salaciously upon inspecting all the crescents and markings on your ass, right before he pressed his lips onto your skin just to confess how he might actually like sloppy seconds like you.

He wished to take you in missionary as usual. What surprised you, however, was how he encouraged you to keep your legs closed this time, an idea he never proposed before. With an order that resembled more like a purr, he urged you to cross your ankles, explaining that this would allow you to squeeze his cock with both your vaginal and pelvic floor muscles, which would make him come faster. And when he started working into your insides—fucking used cum back into your tight little hole—his hand grazed along your bruises, causing you to hiss and squirm.

For a guy who pounded into your skull that he had no interest in you beyond sexual, Naoya sure knew how to make you feel every bit like the stupid breeding cumslut you wanted to be. That was perfect since you believed that the only way to be useful was to let him use you as he wanted, without thought for your own satisfaction.

As long as this marriage prevailed, he was yours, and you were his.

From here, there was no way out.

Or so you thought.

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end notes: This chapter is a rollercoaster and has been incredibly difficult for me to write, largely due to the various emotions I had to convey from both Y/N and Naoya. Pissed-off Naoya is one of my favorite dialogues to write, but I also enjoyed propelling Y/N's emerging confidence in confronting her husband.

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milfjuulpod · 1 year

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Down The River

request: yes

Can you do one of Melissa protecting fem reader after someone tries to hurt them or something? And then she holds them while they cry?

warnings: uhhh idk scrape/minor yelling?

A/N: carissima=a more “serious” term for my dear.

thank u for sending a request! it means the world, and i hope i did it justice ! much love 🫶 also this gif wow anyone else got butterflies

Somehow between Janine’s persistent pleading and Melissa’s not-so-empty threats, you found yourself at the Twin Tubing River with more of your coworkers than you would have liked. Sure, you got along with everyone well considering it was still your first year teaching at Abbott, but something about Ava’s “tubing era” made you a bit uneasy. Floating down the river with Melissa would be a dream, the two of you finally sealed the deal recently after months of flirting. Despite being head over heels for the red headed woman, the both of you wanted to wait before telling everyone such an intimate detail about the both of your lives, now shared.

So here you are, at a picnic table playing with the rope on your tube, surrounded by such an odd group of people, but you were happy to be there nonetheless. Of course, Janine and Jacob brought way too many snacks for a day in the water, the table overflowing with food. Ava was busy attaching makeshift pillows to her float, getting ready to round everyone up to make their way down. Somehow, your eyes found themselves on Melissa again, taking in every detail of her. The green bathing suit she wore looked so good against her skin, her hair was blowing in the wind so perfectly, as if there was a fan propped right in front of her. Her eyes locked with yours, and you both knew she caught you staring. She gave you the sweetest smile she could, and went back to flipping through her book.

“Alright y’all, buddy up and attach with ropes, I don’t want to have to hire new staff next year,” Ava said to the group, passing out said ropes. Melissa immediately stood up and walked over to you, laying her arm over your shoulder as casually as she could. “I’ll take the kid, make sure she doesn’t drown,” She teased you. Blush made its way to your cheeks, both from your girlfriend and the attention it brought to you from everyone else. Although you and Melissa hadn’t explicitly come out as a couple yet, the two of you had a hard time keeping your hands off each other, and none of your friends are that blind.

One by one, all of you descended into the cold, Melissa and you holding hands under the water, of course. Despite your nerves earlier, you had to admit this was nice. You did love everyone you worked with, and everybody had found their own groove to follow. “What are you thinkin’ about over there?” Melissa asked you quietly. She could always tell when you were deep in thought. “Nothing much,” you answered honestly, “just appreciating where I am, and who I’m with.” If Melissa’s eyes could turn into hearts, they would have in that moment. Each and every day spent together she could feel herself falling deeper and deeper in love.

“You’re too sweet,” She shrugged the compliment off. “Yeah? Sweet enough to get a present when we get home tonight?” You asked, giving her your best begging face you could in that moment. Melissa’s grip around your hand tightened, and even with the sun as bright as it was, you could never miss that dark look in her eyes when her thoughts about you became…less than professional. “Yeah baby, maybe even sweet enough for two,” She smiled at you, and there were the blushed cheeks again.

After about an hour of the river, the gang decided it was time to head back to land and have some lunch. The way back was, to say the least, less than successful. Everybody piled up by the stairs, trying their best to exit their tubes gracefully. A couple was at the exit at the same time as you, a man and a woman. Just your luck, as you were making the exit, so was the man, who was much larger than you. As he swung his tube out of the water, his arm and float shoved into your back, pushing you onto the concrete. Before you could even express the sudden pain in your knee, the clumsy man started yelling. “Why don’t you stay out of people’s way and things like this won’t happen?” He exclaimed. You felt your stomach drop in fear. Not from the man, not from the wound on your knee, but from Melissa.

If there was one thing Melissa would protect more than anything, it was you. “Are you fucking kidding me?” She yelled back, her voice much louder than his. “Maybe if you were actually using your head you would’ve looked around before swingin’ that thing around like a god damn dance ribbon,” Melissa was now out of the water, hair tied up, and she was just a few feet away from a fight. Luckily, Gregory stepped in and took Melissa’s arm, pulling her more towards your direction rather than the idiot who caused the scene. The sight of you still on the ground pulled Melissa back down to earth and she immediately rushed to your side. “Come here baby, let’s go,” She said, not caring about the pet name in front of anyone anymore. She took your arm in hers and started walking you towards the bath house.

You didn’t have to ask her for anything, Melissa jumped right into taking care of you. She turned on the shower and let it warm up before walking you in with her. “Let me rinse it hon, does it still hurt, are you okay?” She asked. Moments before, Melissa was red hot with anger, and now here she was, being oh so gentle towards you. When you didn’t answer, she again knew something was wrong. For whatever reason, you had started crying and couldn’t stop. The scrape from earlier was stinging, the confrontation was overwhelming, not to mention it happening in front of so many people. Your chest heaved as you began softly sobbing in the shower. You reached out for Melissa, desperate for her touch. You wanted to calm down and tell her everything going on in your head, but all you could get out was her name.

“It’s okay carissima,” she whispered, taking you in her arms, letting the hot water hit your back. “You’re okay, I got you, you know that,” she assured you, gently planting kisses on your head as you cried into her chest. The tears didn’t last much longer, with Melissa they never do. She always took care of you, like nobody else did. You were special in her eyes, and she made sure you felt it every day. “Thank you, Mel,” you finally said, tears subsiding. She lifted your head from her shoulder and gave you a kiss, this time on the lips. “You don’t have to thank me, it’s what I’m here for.” Most times your showers with Melissa were much more sensual, but right now, with her gentle caresses and words, all you felt was love. Pure happiness and love.

The door to the bath house opened, shushing you and Melissa immediately. “Hey, it’s just me. You okay?” Ava’s voice sounded from beyond the curtain. “Yeah, I’m alright, thank you though,” you told her, hoping she would take that answer and leave you back to your girlfriend. “Alright, just wanted to check on ya. Oh and Melissa, while you’re in there can you look for my shampoo bottle? I know you have better eyesight than the other one,” Ava said, and walked back out the door. Melissa and you stared at each other wide-eyed. “Well, I guess Ava knows now,” you said. “Yeah,” Melissa said, giving you another gentle kiss, “I guess she does.”

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cairavende · 6 months

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Worm Arc 11 Interludes thoughts:

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Ok. Just in order I think. Sorry for the chaos.

Started off with puppies. I was happy.

Then the puppies started getting a little more violent than needed. I was less happy.

Then Victoria got clowned on a little and I was little bit more happy.

Then the unkillable naked zebra lady showed up everything kinda went downhill. For everyone.

Bitch do not join the supervillain serial killer group, please and thank you.

Seriously though, The Siberian is a bit scary. Just, completely invincible as far as anyone can tell. And super strong.

Theo is having a bad day. And unless someone takes care of Jack Slash for him he's gonna have a bad few years.

Jack Slash is such a poser oh my god. Dude. Come one. You aren't all that.

Also. Jack. Do not toss a loaded baby! That baby had a full diaper. You toss that baby and you are liable to have a containment breach. Speaking from experience, you do not want a containment breach. (Also just don't throw babies of course.)

I hope Theo gets cool powers and is able to become a super amazing hero like he dreams of. On the plus side, probably gonna be lots of opportunities for trigger events coming up. On the minus side, he didn't trigger when Jack Slash was planning on killing him so I don't know if he's gonna be able to.

They were obviously going to go for Labyrinth. She has such amazing powers for mass terror. Though I guess Burnscar never tried to actually recruit her. I assume that was the plan though.

Also Burnscar needs to stop excusing her actions. Just be evil or don't be evil. You don't get to be evil and say it's not your fault (that sure will come up again in these interludes).

I fucking LOVED the description of how Labyrinths powers work. Just the details of everything. So good!

Fucking Colin. Of course they had to go for you. Why can't you just go away and leave my robot daughter alone?

Mannequin is fucking WILD. Like, god damn. Those are sure choices you made. Helps you be creepy as shit though. And get through air vents.

Mannequin writing out "U ME" to Pocketknife Man by laying keyboard keys down on the table one at a time has cursed meet-cute energy.

In the end, Colin survives cause my robot daughter saves him. And I guess she's gonna tell him the truth about being an AI. Fiiiiiiine. I will be polite to Colin if he comes over to dinner. He still needs to apologize to my other daughter though.

Also I'm sure glad the Slaughterhouse Nine won't have any use for the magic pocketknife that can cut through anything that Mannequin took. No worries at all I'm sure. It won't do jack shit for them. Might as well just slash the idea and toss the knife out.

Cool. Some Nazis died. That's great!

Not enough though. Disappointed in Shatterbird.

But if one good thing can come of this whole Slaughterhouse Nine thing, maybe Hookwolf can die. I'm not holding my breath though.

Shatterbird has a very interesting power set. Being specifically glass focused like that. Definitely can see how she would terrorize a city.

Dinah PoV. DINAH POV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok well first off, I obviously hated Coil for Dinah already. Enough that I don't really know if the Dinah PoV can technically make me hate him more. But that said, I hate him more. WTF.

The description of her power was so NEAT though! Had a minor moment of "oh hey this paragraph of this precog talking about her power works inside her head is an almost perfect description of how my brain works" which was wild. I don't actually get to see the future though, which is a major difference.

She can actually just full blow see a possible future holy shit! Wow. Like it hurts and she hates it but it's still crazy.

Also I guessed that Crawler was going to come for Traveler in a Vault (that is Noelle's cape name until I am told different) after the Bitch interlude. I was very happy I got that right since I really knew almost nothing about either.

So Crawler just basically can't die and gets stronger every time he gets hurt. I wonder how long it will take him to reach Endbringer level power?

And Traveler in a Vault is just a large monster that is always hungry and can be driven to the point of eating people. That sucks a lot for her.

Also Leviathan came after her too huh? Well that's probably fine and won't matter in the future.

Regent's sister is worse than he is. That's impressive! Like, not good impressive. But impressive.

Getting real close to the "can't exist" physic power set. I guess it's not quite it though.

She should keep a better eye on her phone battery.

AMY DALLON! I knew it would be you.

I knew you were destined to be a tragedy from the moment I met you. You were always going to become a villain. So once I knew the Nine were recruiting it was a guarantee that you'd be recruited.

Specifically, that you'd be recruited by Bonesaw. She is an artist and obviously she is obsessed over the art you could make together.

Holy shit though that chapter.

Lets see. FUCK CAROL. Victoria gets some excuses, she's a kid, she's following her mom's example, etc. But FUCK CAROL. You are partially responsible for what Amy is about to become.

Despite being terrified, Amy seemed to have a dark fascination with everything Bonesaw was doing and saying. Really listened as Bonesaw explained things.

The more detailed view of what Amy's power does is crazy. She really can do just about anything to someone.

“Why not fix your dad?” is where Bonesaw won. It's about 3/5 of the way through the chapter. And she won at that point. That was the killing blow. The rest of the chapter, the remaining 3.5k or so words, is watching Amy bleed out to drive the point home. It is Panacea's death monologue. It is beautiful and tragic and amazing.

All that said, since she is losing anyway, is it bad for me to want more of Bonesaw's notes? SHE HAS LORE! GIVE IT TO ME!

Dad at least seems pretty good. He made the perfect response after getting healed. Unfortunately she was already gone.

AND THERE IT IS. THERE IS THE THAT FINAL STEP. Fucking rewire your adopted sisters mind to have romantic feelings for you. No you don't get to say it was an accident! You chose to do it. Holy shit Amy. You are going to be an amazing (terrifying) villain.

Callback to Burnscar and blaming her power for her actions.

If Worm was a Disney movie Amy would end up with the best song, 100%. Hellfire or similar levels.

#Worm #Worm Web Serial #Parahumans #Cairavende reads Worm #The Slaughterhouse Nine #Panacea #Amy Dallon #Holy shit there was so much in those interludes!#Bonesaw #Jack Slash #Crawler #Shatterbird #Burnscar #Mannequin #The Siberian #Cherish #The Amy chapter was just so good. The fact that I basically knew it was coming and knew what was going to happen just made it even better.#New Wave was already considering disbanding. I assume after this they crack like an egg.#I'm a little worried about some of my babies though. Bitch. Labyrinth. Hmm I guess mostly just them.#Seriously though the Amy chapter is possibly my favorite chapter in Worm so far. Definitely favorite to live read.#Ever live read Worm so fucking well that a cute girl admits to having a crush on you?#Though despite what the Nine said I don't expect everyone who doesn't join to die. Some probably will die though.#And all that information to process. Stuff from Dinah and stuff from Bonesaw and stuff from Labyrinth!#Oh and I'm sure it's nothing to worry about that Dinah said 2 years is when Jack Slash might trigger the end of the world #and 2 years is the timeline Jack gave Theo to get ready to fight him #I'm sure that won't mean anything.#Oh god and Traveler in a Vault (TiaV)! She is more than just a monster. She is important and I want to know more!!!!!!!!!

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aphroditesmoon · 1 year

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hello love! first of all, don't forget to take care of yourself and take your time! good luck! secondly, if you're not too busy, can you please write some hcs about xavier x reader where they are newlyweds? i can't help but think this concept is so cute.. and we all need some fluff, i guess. i absolutely can see them being still young and not planning to start a real family yet but they've got married a month or 2 ago bc why not, we want to spend eternity together anyway. and they're sooo excited about it? like wow we're actually married?? Mr. and Mrs. Thorpe?? ik modern married life (esp newlyweds) may be not so different from just relationship but it feels much more domestic for me? more warm and even loving? you can disagree with me and it's absolutely ok! i love your headcanons so much ahh it hurts! they're absolutely fascinating! thank you for everything you do! and thank u in advance! good luck! take care!

newlyweds xavier thorpe x reader hcs

a/n: I love this idea! and thank you for your kind kind words<3

warnings: reader is part fae, absent parent, slight nsfw

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- it was instant connection with you and xavier, since he laid eyes on you, your perfume clouds his sense and your beauty haunts his dreams and canvases.

- but the rush of the relationship had scared you at first.

- you two ended up in a big argument a few months in your relationships where you admit to him you worries about moving too fast etc and being scared you'd ruin it or he'd change his mind about you.

- since then, he decided to make extra efforts in reassuring you, and you two start spending many times together doing bonding activities and getting to know eachother's boundaries.

- as much as he seems confident in your relationship, he's deeply insecure about you finding a true mate that's not him.

- until one day, he notices you doing a specific courting ritual for him.

- it was then he realized that you were doing it to mate him in the faerie tradition, showing how serious you were about him.

- 4 months into the relationship, he's already bought you a ring, you two were basically already a married couple, every event he wasn't allowed to be around you in, his eyes will wander for yours, every moment you spend together are either deeply affectionate or in peaceful comfortable silence.

- it was during the holidays, his father was barely home, when he was, xavier tried bringing you up, telling him how he thinks you're the one.

- the older man only waved him off, reusing the lines "if that's what you want.", frustrating him.

- that night, without you warming his bed or holding him through his sleep, he realizes how truly lonely he feels. and the only cure for the loneliness was you.

- he suprised you at you family's house, your mother was absolutely whipped by Xavier.

- already referring him as 'my son'.

- seeing how easy he was accepted into the tight knit family, he takes the risks and proposes to you during dinner.

- you were in awe, tears formed in your eyes and you almost forgot there were other people in room.

- when you only stared at the diamond ring in shock, your sister had answered for you screaming "if you don't want him I do!" earnings a shushing from your mother.

-you jumped off your seat and basically leaped on him, crying yes repeatedly, and your mother cried that night, reminiscing her old love with your dead father, she was glad you had found the mate you deserved.

- he had brought a house near your's, using his trust fund (he's a nepo baby sorry y'all).

- when his father found out he was getting married, he guilt tripped xavier into agreeing to work under him with his company.

- Xavier agrees, telling himself that he'd work his way up to independence sooner or later, but for now he didn't want to promise you an unsure future.

- so you marry 6 months after graduating Nevermore, thankfully already now having a house and stable job.

- you work in a troubled children school as a counselor a few months in your marriage.

- and as much as you both learned to enjoy your jobs, he was upset that you two hadn't had a honeymoon yet, he secretly plans a vacation to bora bora while you're blissfully unaware.

- even if you two were busy with work, you'll always make time for eachother, always having dinner every night together unless he has a late shift (which he'd tell you first).

- sunday movie nights binge watching the hobbit and doing laundry together, an activity you both despise but work together to finish.

- when your 1 year anniversary finally arrives, he suprised you by coming home early and setting up a nice romantic chinese takeaway date, it may sounds cheap to other, but he knows your love for chinese fried rice runs deep.

- you pointed ears twitch at the sight of a small box he gifts you, and you couldn't he happier to find two plane tickets to bora bora in it.

- you two take a month off and spend it swimming in oceans and trying out new food.

- while you busy yourselves admiring the culture, he impatiently waits for night to come so he could admire you in private.

- it wasn't unusual for newlyweds to go at it like rabbits.

- but even after a whole year of being together, his desire for you was never sated.

- cooking dinner together too often ends up with you bent on the kitchen counter and moans and whimpers filling the kitchen while the spaghetti overcooks.

- it was not rare for movie nights to be spent with him in between your thighs instead of actually watching the lord of the rings.

- you also start showering together once you two got married, and on days one of you were too tired, you two would lay in a tub together while slowly washing eachother's hair and body. it was an intimate act both of you could appreciate without it having to be anything sexual.

- baby talks only comes in years later in the marriage, both of you settling with a fat tabby cat, not ready for an actual child.

- you grumpy orange cat was the light of your lives despite it's constant habit of breaking Xavier's stuff and accidentally spilling his art paints ( Mr fluffykins is no longer allowed in his art shed btw)

- you almost feel stupid for doubting your relationship a while ago, for now, you can't even begin to imagine ever loving anyone else.

#xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe #wednesday netflix #wednesday #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams

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BABYXEMNAAAAAAASSS YOUVE DONE IT AGAAAAIIIIINNNN now im thinking about early pre-sex lawbepo where law is Forever Changed after getting a touch of paw beans. bepos palms are warm and somehow soft and rough at the same time and squish just a little when u squeeze them and law Cant stop thinking about it. hes.. beginning to have Wicked thoughts about it. bepo blushed so cutely when law rubbed his paws.. he wants to know what bepos paws feel like.. elsewhere.. so he breaks and hes like ok its just my curiosity thats all. its fine. ill satisfy my questions. and then ill be fine. so he says Ah Bepo , Looks like you may have a knotted muscle in your hand i should check it. and bepo bless his heart says wow!!! captain is so good at being a doctor i didnt even notice my hand was hurt. here you go!!! :3 no hesitation no nothing but complete blind trust. law feels a little guilty but then he has bepos hand in his now and he no longer has any morals just bepo . he strokes the texture and when he gently presses his fingers into his pawpad bepo squeaks just a little bit and as law massages both thumbs into bepos palm he whimpers... law becomes evil right then and there .hes decided its so fucking over. hes going to hell and he is running for it full fucking speed. bepos flushed going nn captain.. w..wait.. it feels.. and law says does it not feel good, bepo? Bepo Is Powerless. W WAIT YES it feels good!!!!!!! law says hmm. <disappointed> ill stop then. NO!!! NO YOU DONT HAVE TO...you can..keep going.... making bepo beg a little even when hes sooooooo embarassed because captain asked to rub his hands!!! hes doing something nice for bepo so its the least he could do to let him .... law asked..and hes staring at bepo so intently and his hands are so warm and its LAW so its ok..if law says its ok..right... law doesnt stop until bepo is sweating and whining and shaking in his chair and laws essentially just fingering both hands across the table. bepo has never ever been touched like this before in his life and did not know his hands coukd do that and hes tearing up a little bit because he feels so so warm his heart is beating so fast his fur is standing on end and then law (so lost in the bear sauce) does the unthinkable. he lifts bepos palm to his mouth and Bites it. and bepo MOANS out loud. its this high pitched shocked whiny cry out of laws best/guiltiest dreams and then it is dead fucking silent. both of them stare at each other in the most painfully erect alarm as it sinks in . what hapoens next is up 2 u...........

LOVE THIS WITH ALL MY HEART THANK YOU

law cant be normal ever, every part of bepo is too lovely and his reactions are so cute ..

im laughing "wow captain is such a good doctor i didnt even know i was hurt" 🤣🤣🤣 bepo dear angel you have such high opinion of him (this will not change even after many proofs that law is weird and sus)

bepo getting so overwhelmed...getting touched by law san like this!!! being his single focus!!! i love when he feels bashful that he's reacting so strongly even tho its law who starts it every time and is so much weirder

god please law would say something completely idiotic like "they look like pink dango" its stupidity falls on deaf ears because bepo nearly came in his pants after the massage and THAT he's just huh?////..um//// he is so embarrassed that he is falling apart like this!!! over something so little...captain didnt mean it that way!!! he is being so caring and kind and good!!! 😭😭😭😭 he is so ashamed. dear captain please forgive him for being a pervert! he didn't mean to moan like that 💀

#anonymous #talk tag #but its not mine #lawbepo #beautiful #beautiful gift for me #sorry took awhile to respond i was busy today #i love this sm

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oceanlipgloss · 4 months

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4.1.2023

I just finished Chapter 2. The ending was sad. The angels are brimming with hatred and blinded by it, so what they're doing is very unfair and inhumane.

But I also feel very excited to move on to Chapter 3, and Mammon is on the cover(?) of it so it's definite that MC will meet him now. I'm really looking forward to that and to meeting Bimet and Eligos, hopefully! Then again, MC didn't meet Astaroth even though he's from Gehenna, so it would make sense that she wouldn't meet all of Mammon's demons now too, which means that if she were to meet someone now, it should, by logic, be Bimet because he's the closest to Mammon. Time to see!

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intro: something I really loved about the end of Chapter 2 was the display of Satan's kindness—he loves his subjects and cares for them, and is sad when they get hurt. I also really appreciated MC's care for him and her desire to comfort him. And Ppyong needs so many hugs.

update I: Minhyeok is so sweet <3 also, he and MC are really cute together and dammit the H-scene is so far off sob I wonder who it's gonna be this time

update II: these bouncing angels that look like buns: wow guys, you're fast but it's time to meet the Lord, baby

update III: oooooh this one is called 'the man sculpted from muscle,' so is it time to meet Mammon already? I'm so excited omfg

update IV: everyone else is asleep, meanwhile Satan is just

update V: YAYYYY HIYA but oh my he's so big HUGE and idk how to put it but there's this sweetness to his face. He's so cute lol and he looks like he would be great to hug

update VI: LMFAO Tbh I'd love to do that too ngl

update VII: UHHH??? I kinda like how warm and comfy this sounds and wow, he really said I'll be your bed simply glorious! Anyways, Mammon is making moves already, so wake up and get yo girl, Satan

update VIII: a somewhat strange thing to point out, unless it irks him (which doesn't quite make sense since he doesn't know her yet. But! If he felt attracted to her once he first saw her, that changes things a lot)

update IX: I'm going to guess that it DOES bother him

update X: ooff he's cool, he's cool <3

update XI: no comment true love can never be hidden, and he is passionate about butts, so he couldn't resist, I guess... But what actually piqued my interest is the fact that his hands are bigger than any other hands MC has seen because I love hands

update XII: so first I chose to make MC grab his butt so I can see how he reacts, but dude the description was hilarious to say the least lmao Mammon has a squishy soft butt spread the word then I chose the 'lie back down on his chest' option because it's cute dammit needless to say, things got...interesting either way

update XIII: Satan is asleep so he's technically not seeing anything, but MC getting frisky with Mammon in front of Satan's open eyes...I'm just happy he wasn't awake to see this

update XIV: okay that's actually romantic in a greedy sort of way

update XV: he seems to be optimistic but sentimental, and pretty attached to his emotions too. CUTEEE ugh

update XVI: YEAH MAMMON IN YOUR DREAMS (thank u tho, i like u)

update XVII: Ppyong and Minhyeok have the cutest dynamic plssss also Minhyeok deserves more love from MC when possible

update XVIII: I thought Minhyeok was going to use his horn in class and almost died but let's be honest, I WAS going to enjoy how awkward and hard difficult it would've been for him to keep quiet lmao sadism anyways, did he just say that MC's underwear smells nice? Listen, bro...

update XIX: boys will be boys

update XX: AAAAAAAAAAARGH I LOVE HIM

update XXI: oh god I can't deal with this it's too cute LOOK AT PPYONG PLEASE LOOK AT HIM HE'S SO SMOL AND EXCITED AND HAPPY and look at Minhyeok noooo this is too precious

update XXII: Ppyong is rooting for MC and Minhyeok oh man that's it I'm gonna die of fluff overdose and I will love every minute of it

update XXIII: Minhyeok being doubtful and unsure of himself because he thinks that MC is seeing much better things in Hell which he would seem 'ordinary' next to, and Ppyong comforting him and telling him he's beautiful and 'devilish' aka code for 'good' was an arrow to my heart

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5.1.2024

update XXIV: it was mentioned earlier that MC beginning to see Minhyeok as a man and not just her childhood friend would have effects, so this is the beginning of it, I guess: Satan and Sitri are jealous and irritated

update XXV: lmaooo be fair, Mammon. Anyone other than Glasyalabolas would look small next to you Satan would look even smaller tho, I agree

update XXVI: okay, I really, really like Mammon. He has a very pleasant and chill personality, and he too seems to have gotten attracted to MC before he got to know for sure that she's Sulumun's dootah Solomon's descendant? That's so nice to know

update XXVII: oh my fucking—it's decided. I LOVE Bimet. He doesn't even bother to be convincing oh my God LMAO or maybe he thinks he IS being convincing or that others are idiots who would fall for it anyway I'm so happy he got introduced so early though, I was waiting for that moment lol I really liked him the moment I read his intro *looks at Belial, Eligos, Beel, Ronové, Lucifer, Glasyalabolas, Gusion, Bathin and Andrealphus* did I forget anyone?

update XXVIII: THE H-SCENE IS SO CLOSE ALREADY WTF OMG YAAAS WHO'S IT GONNA BE I have my bets on Paimon because I don't think it's logical for Mammon's to happen yet also let's hope I can pass the one battle that leads to it because this has been suspiciously easy (edit: I passed. Still suspiciously easy. It's coming for me, isn't it?)

update XXIX: no bro, I fucking ADORE him

update XXX (oooh would you look at that, an xxx): it's sweet how Bimet got emotional when he thought MC was Solomon, and it's funny that he was then like 'get lost if you don't have money, especially if you're not Solomon' lmao he's a riot

update XXXI: sexy move, hon And excuse me for my poor wording, Bimet, but don't you look scrumptious! That tongue

update XXXII: aw he sounds annoyed but he also seems like he's going to cry. I wanted to include a screenshot, but no more images fit. The heck though, I love him to bits. So, without further ado, welcome to my favourite characters club, Bimet!

But damn it, I also really liked when he told MC that she's a beggar that listens to reason. That screenshot deserved a spot in here too lol

Next up, THE H-SCENEEEEE!

#what in “hell” is bad #what in hell is bad #what in hell is bad diaries #Whb #whb mammon #what in hell is bad bimet #whb bimet

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viviloveschilde · 10 months

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RRRAAAAAH CONGRATS ON 100 LIKESS

I've had this kinda brainrot for a while. Since exams r coming up i imagine a mordern au where we're busy studying but our beloved ginger needs attention so he just ends up laying his head on our lap while we study<3<3<3<3 the sound of the calculator clicking and occasional head pats lulling him to sleep on our lap :(

Omg! Adorbssss<333~Awee... No problem anon, let me fulfill ur dreams ✧(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ Had a ton of fun wiring this, hope u eniy it~

-Vi

𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙖/𝙪 𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙚 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅

~𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮~

The exams were coming up. Being the good student you were, obviously you were prepared for the exam! But, since a little last minute revision doesn't hurt, why not do it, right?

This seemed like a great idea to you, but to Childe...Horrific. Scary. Terrifying. What was he going to do without you!? Your clingy boyfriend wanted to be with you every single second of your life.

Although it was a tiny bit annoying sometimes, you still found it absolutely adorable.

Childe had insisted he join you while you were studying. He even went as far as to pinky promise that he would study with you and not fool around, but here he was, whining for your attention.

He wanted your attention, no, he NEEDED it, and desperately.

"Baby, look at my handsome face, not the boring math worksheet~"

He whined teasingly while nudging your shoulder.

He still could not get any reaction from you but he had a secret weapon under his sleeve. He knew it would get your attention. Your cute boyfriend, laying his head on your soft, plush thighs. Childe seemed to have an obsession with your thighs and your lap.

He gently laid his head onto your thighs, his ginger locks tickling the bare skin. You were only wearing shorts, after all, comfort mattered the most when you were in your apartment.

You let out a soft giggle while the ticklish sensation sent a spark of surprise down your spine. You lovingly looked at him. He was so handsome. Handsome was an understatement. He was the hottest man you had ever seen.

You could not resist but you knew that your examinations were more important. You gave him a few light headpats before continuing to do your math worksheet.

Light clicks from your calculator was all that could be heard alongside the soft blowing sounds from the fan. You had not realised that Childe had fell asleep.

Cuteness overload! His adorable face! And he fell asleep on your thighs?! Too adorable! You lovingly planted a kiss on his forehead after carrying him to your bed.

It was a lot of work for a girl like you, which basically looked micro-sized compared to your handsome boyfriend.

Suddenly, he awoke sleepily from his slumber after you kissed him. He looked at you and gave you a gentle smile.

"Come join me, angel... You can study later...please..."

He pleaded, with his voice still raspy from awaking from his peaceful slumber.

How could you resist his puppy dog eyes begging you to stay with him. Without a second thought, you jumped into his arms, feeling his calloused hands snaking around your waist.

This was definitely a perfect moment between the two of you, although you had not planned for this to happen. Cuddles are still the best after all.

~END~

Wow, it was kind of short (sorry ╥﹏╥) but so adorable~ Thanks anon for the wonderful request. I had a ton of fun writing it! If everyone reading wouldn't mind offering me their precious likes and follows on their way our, I would greatly appreciate it~

-Vi

Side note: Send more requests it's so fun~ I write for genshin men and women. Im not comfy writing gay or lesbian fics so pls do not do so. Ty for ur cooperation~ (*´∇`)ﾉ

●𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑶𝑾●

#childe #childe fluff #childe genshin impact #childe tartagalia #childe x y/n #genshin #genshin fluff #genshin tartagalia #childe x reader #genshin ajax #anon ask #thank you anon #anon request #ajax x y/n #ajax x you #childe tartaglia ajax #genshin childe #tartaglia

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sanakotsu · 24 days

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Koisuru♡Scramble Translation

Chapter 1: A Scrambled Meeting

Writer: Nishioka Maiko Season: N/A Characters: Koino Hajime (Hajime), Nakaouji Eiki (Eichi), Nekomura Konatsu (Natsume), Asuma Mahiro (Madara), Shirai Airi (Aira), Kurose Miki (Niki)

Translation: Sanakotsu

Hajime: Even if that’s the case, it has nothing to do with me. What happened this morning was just an accident. It was a once in a lifetime miracle and nothing else.

〈Spring, when cherry blossoms are almost in full bloom.〉

〈I, Koino Hajime, start my second year of high school today.〉

〈I was a little more careful with how I did my hair, and left the house earlier than usual. 〉

〈I held onto that fleeting hope that something special might happen today.〉

〈But still...〉

〈I am currently running for my life in a rush!〉

Hajime: *Pants* Oh no, I’m going to be late!

*Pant* 8:20 AM! Thank god. Looks like I’ll make it on time…!

(Today is horrible. My favorite keychain got ripped off.)

(And because of that, I had to go back even after I left the house early.)

(At least someone brought it to the police box.)

(Ah… My face is dripping with sweat and my hair’s a mess... Even after I went through all the trouble to style it...)

(But I had to run or else I wouldn’t make it on time! I can’t possibly be late for the first day of class after spring break!)

(I know it’s foolish of me to have such high hopes but...I’m going into a new class and I’m finally used to my new uniform.)

(Whether it’s something special, a destined meeting, or even something tragic...!)

(But of course it can only be found in my wildest dreams.)

(Is this divine punishment for having high expectations? Haven’t I run out of enough luck already?! God, you absolute idiot...!)

...Oh! I can see Yumenosaki town’s six way intersection. Just a little more to the school!

(Still, it’s such a strange path that Yumenosaki town is known for.)

(It’s really hard to see where you’re going around here—)

Ack?!

Ow… That hurts... I ran into someone and fell to the ground... Why is today so mean...?

Eiki: Sorry for running into you. Are you alright?

Hajime: No, I’m sorry too! Thank you—

(Wow...He’s so pretty...! That’s the same uniform— Wait... Huh?)

Eiki and Miki: ...

Konatsu and Mahiro: ...

Hajime: (What?! There’s four people reaching out to me?!)

(U-Um. Which hand do I take?!)

〈Not to mention, these people are—〉

Airi: So what happened? What happened next?

Hajime: Eh? What are you talking about, Airi?

Airi: Well, you said all four of them reached out to you, right? So whose hand did you take?

Hajime: I didn’t know which one to take so I just got up on my own. I did apologize and thank them for trying to help me though.

Airi: What?! Why?! That’s such a missed opportunity!

Hajime: A missed opportunity...? What are you...

Airi: I’m right and you know it. You ran into them, y’know! They’re the school’s—

〈That’s right. The four super hot guys from our school that anyone would recognize.〉

〈The handsome prince of the school that overflows with elegance: Nakaouji Eiki.〉

〈The blunt one who’s actually really kind and cool: Kurose Miki.〉

〈The senpai who’s always popular with women and lives life freely: Asuma Mahiro.〉

〈The flirty and cute devilish angel kouhai: Nekomura Konatsu.〉

Airi: ...super famous guys! That kind of opportunity is rare! You should’ve at least gotten their Anstagram accounts.

Hajime: There’s no way I could have.

Airi: Don’t reply so half-heartedly. Jeez~

Did you know that people from other schools come by just to try and see them? With the way they’re treated, they’re basically like celebrities.

Hajime: Even if that’s the case, it has nothing to do with me.

What happened this morning was just an accident. It was a once in a lifetime miracle and nothing else.

Airi: You never know, it could be a destined meeting.

Hajime: As if. That wouldn’t happen for me, I’m sure.

Airi: Boo~ You’re so adamant about this. You really don’t have dreams, huh. How boring~

Hajime: Isn’t it just you trying to have fun?

More importantly, it’s our turn to order. Did you decide what you want to get?

Airi: Gah! Oh no. I didn’t think about it! What should I get... Um...?

I wonder if there’s still any free seats…

Hajime: Oh, over there! There’s seats for both of us. Let’s go, Airi.

Nice~ How lucky for us.

Eiki: I apologize again for this morning. You’re still okay, right?

Hajime: ...

N-Nakaouji-kun?!

Airi: Ah, Hajime! If you back up in this small space, you’re going to bump into someone—

*Sigh* Of course...

Miki: That hurt.

Hajime: Ah?! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! It was an accident! I got startled—

Huh? Kurose-kun?! Ah...! This is the second time today! I’m so sorry!

Konatsu: Hm?~ Why is it so lively? Did something happen?

Huh? In the middle of the crowd, the person lowering their head is...from this morning...?

Mahiro: Ahaha~ So where should we go later today? ♪

Hm? One second, everyone. What’s...?

Ahh. It’s the cute girl from this morning.

Eh? Ahaha. Don’t make such scary faces, you’re all plenty cute.

Hajime: Really, I’m sorry...!

〈I thought I wouldn’t have another encounter like this again.〉

〈Something that would have stayed a once in a lifetime miracle.〉

❀ ꘎♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡꘎♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡꘎♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡꘎ ❀

I tried to limit the amount of pictures but everything hits better with them.

➸ all ❀ next ❀

#enstars translation #hajime shino #eichi tenshouin #natsume sakasaki #madara mikejima #aira shiratori #niki shiina #koisuru scramble

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zipperrants · 6 days

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More Loki and I as incorrect quotes since ya'll found it funny

Zipper : We both look very handsome tonight. Loki: You know, if you'd just said that I looked handsome, I would have said, "So do you." Zipper : I couldn't take that chance.

Zipper : How do I tell Loki that I want them to yell at me like they're Gordon Ramsay and I'm a poor little chef who just ruined a crème brûlée?

Zipper : So... what would you do if you were in bed with me? Loki: Depends. Is your bed comfortable? Zipper : Yes. Loki: I'd sleep.

Zipper : I like your new pants! Loki: Thanks, they were 50% off! Zipper : I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks* Loki: The store can’t just give away clothes for free. Zipper : Thats’s… not what I meant. Loki: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Zipper

Loki: Bro, I had a dream we fucked. Zipper : Bro, relax it was just a dream. Loki: Huh, gay, I wouldn’t fuck you. Zipper : You wouldn’t? Loki: I mean, unless you want to-

Loki: I love them both, but how do I propose to two people? Zipper : Two different restaurants, one person at each restaurant. Twice the dessert, twice the applause. Loki: Won’t people think it’s weird if there is a third person just sitting there, though? Zipper : I saw someone feed their pet peacock crème brûlée from their mouth at the French place on the corner last week: I think faux third-wheeling at an engagement is the least of your worries.

Loki: I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing them under the moonlight. Zipper : What kind of animal is the Pink Panther? Loki, already taking off their clothes: God, Zipper , you’re so fucking stupid.

Zipper : We’re getting married, bitches! Loki: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

Zipper : Bro- Loki: No, no, hold up, rewind. Loki: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

Loki: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash. Zipper : Oh. We're going out? Loki: Wh...

Zipper : You look good in that hoodie. Loki: You know where else I'd look good? Zipper , zero hesitation: My bed. Loki, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

Loki: I feel like doing something stupid. Zipper : I’m stupid, do me.

Zipper : You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles. Loki: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one? Zipper : Seize the dick.

Loki: I think I just figured something out. I got to go. Zipper : Aren't you forgetting something? Loki: Uuh...*hesitantly kisses Zipper 's forehead before running out.* Zipper : No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

Zipper : Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreshing. Loki: Are you a software update? because not right now.

Loki: Look, last night was a mistake. Zipper : A sexy mistake. Loki: No, just a regular mistake.

Zipper : My crush isn’t picking up on my hints. Loki: What hints have you given them? Zipper : Well, I think about them a lot. Zipper : And sometimes I even think about talking to them.

Loki: Two brooooos! Zipper : Chillin' in a hot tub! Loki: Five feet apart 'cause we're not gay! Zipper : Loki: Zipper : *tearing up* Loki: Babe, c'mon... Zipper : AND HERE YOU REALLY HAD ME THINKING WE HAD SOMETHING. Loki: Babe...

Zipper : Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot Loki is? Because Loki is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass.

Loki: Did it hurt when you fell- Zipper : From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt- Loki: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs. Zipper : ... Loki: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

Zipper : I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning. Loki: This is a lie. Loki: I'm literally dating them. This is a lie. Loki: THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.

Loki: Hey, wanna take a shower with me? Zipper : I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

Zipper: We have a problem. Loki: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

Loki: Are you ready to commit? Zipper : Like, a crime or a relationship?

Loki: How much did you spend on this date? Zipper: $1400. But all of it's on credit cards, so it's like $5 a month for the next 2,000 years.

Loki: *Holding up a pack of pencils* These are kinda cute. Zipper: Loki, that’s gay. Loki: We’ve been dating for 2 years—

Zipper: Loki is playing hard to get. Zipper: Little do they know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

*Zipper comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Loki’s bedroom.* Loki: Babe, are you.. coming to bed? Zipper: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a partner. Zipper: *Lies on the ground and falls asleep* Loki: ...

Zipper: When I was young, I left a trail of broken hearts like a rockstar. I'm not proud of it. Loki: You're kind of proud of it. You work it into a lot of conversations.

Zipper: Stop doing that. Loki: Stop doing what? Zipper: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

Zipper: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart. Loki: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.

#zipper rants #shiftblr #shifting #reality shifting #shifting realities #zipper is back on their bullshit #desired reality #shifters #reality shift #reality shifter

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spaceyflowerswriting · 2 years

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Could you make headcannons for Jay ( Jay Hong from lookism!<3 ) with a hyper feminine s/o?:)) Or headcannons with jay that has an s/o that has adhd and how he'd deal with their mood swings them talking about their hyperfixations, how he deals with their hyperfixations etc<33 it's totally okay if not tho!! DW if u can't make one of those!, I rlly don't mind which one u choose to make :)), I hope my request isn't to complicated!, - miso! ( Sorry if I sent this while ur requests r closed ☹️☹️ I didn't check bc I got kinda distracted I'm sorry ☹️☹️ and sorry if I made it too hard and complicated and stuff, I'm rlly sorry if I did<3, )

jay hong with a (feminine) s/o with adhd

details: gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and jay are dating

a/n: no worries at all!! ;_; <33 i focused on the adhd part but added in small bits of the feminine part at the end, hope that works for u!! + thanks for requesting 💖

this was written with the assumption reader and jay communicate the way jay and daniel do !

> when it comes to a lover, i don't think jay is even capable of being angry with them so he'd have all the love and patience in the world for you <3

> enjoys listening to you ramble about your hyperfixations! he's an extremely quiet person and prefers to listen rather than talk anyways

> he says just enough to prompt you to continue speaking as long as you like, but most of the time he just smiles and nods ^_^

> generally has a "wow, that's cool :]" attitude about your hyperfixations. expresses interest but doesn't dive into it unless you bring him with you!

> also the type of lover to text and buy you stuff centered around your interests! in a loving "you talk about this a lot, so i think you'll like it!" way

> as someone with a dream to become a doctor, i figure he'd have a good understanding about general mental health! he'd read up more about adhd though to be more understanding about your struggles

> practically has all the money and connections in the world, so whenever you feel like your adhd is getting the best of you, he provides support and resources

> whatever you want is what he wants (i mean this in a healthy way 😭) so he goes with pretty much anything you say. this includes your mood swings; he never makes a big deal out of them and tries to be respectful. always checks up on you later just in case !!

> his money is freely yours to spend, by the way. buy whatever you want to help fulfill your wishes 💖

> he makes sure communication is very explicit between the two of you; aside from valuing how important that is in a relationship, he thinks it's especially important between you, someone with adhd, and him, someone without adhd. the last thing he'd want to do is misunderstand you/hurt your feelings :((

concerning your femininity:

> indulges in your femininity and does what he can to help you express it, especially in terms of appearance! once again his money is yours to use and he'll buy you clothes/makeup he thinks you'd like from time to time <3

> jay gives zero shits about heteronormativity/gender roles and just does what he deems fit but often plays a more masculine role, so view that as you will!

> happy to be more feminine with you, though he still prefers to dress masculinely ^_^

> expresses anger at anyone who slanders you for being feminine, and if needed, may become physical. tries not to though to keep you out of trouble, and usually just tries to get you out of the situation 💔

#lookism x reader #jay hong x reader #jay hong #forgive me for my dumbassery; but were u signing off with miso ?#wanted to know in case u come back in my inbox so i can refer to u as miso anon or something T_T;;#requests #miso anon

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muniimyg · 1 year

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49 | the theory ✒️

series m.list

taglist: @kakixaku @boraength @4ksj @pamzn @jinsearth @fancycollectormoon @weasleyswizarding-wheezes @fan-ati--c @kthlvr30 @ellesalazar @taeees-world @sukunasrealgf @firesighgirl @jeonninja @bloopkook @butterymin @pinkseokchim @joonsjuice

note: friends... we mfking made it to the end! (WoW)/” thank u endlessly for everything <:

warnings: “smut” … i gloss over it 🫠 lol !! jealousy/tension, angst for u paraluman jungkook enthusiasts, sexy time !!!

Though only a year or so has passed by, the time between you two has impacted your friendship greatly. Not only are you less dependent while Jungkook finally found the courage to ease his feelings for you—but you two continue to find the middle ground. Not giving up and continuing to be involved in each other's lives.

What were others expecting? That the whole friendship goes down the drain over a little romance? No. That’s not fair. There are a lot of layers to it. A lot of underlying feelings and forgotten memories still have to be talked about… But that’s okay.

That’s alright.

No one heals overnight.

Yet, given the way you look tonight… Maybe he just might.

It takes Jungkook by surprise.

Even if he knew this was coming, his mind has a difficult time processing this. Though he met with you days prior to the event, seeing you in the flesh… With your parents by your side is definitely a moment. It pinches his heart, remembering and wondering what your grandma would have said or felt if she was still alive to see this. To see how beautiful you grew up to be and how your heart, in the midst of the chaos, endured the hurt to make it to this moment.

This moment is where you are shining more than ever.

This moment is where you are still everything he has ever dreamed about.

This moment is where you are still his but not quite… Some things never change.

“You made it!” you rave, moving past your parents to greet him. You meet Jungkook halfway and he smiles as you pull him in for a hug.

“Of course,” Jungkook pulls away and nods in the direction of his parents and brother. They all walk in, formal as ever.

To be fair, everyone is dressed formally. The launch is a formal event and your parents invited all their connections. Including but not limited to; the Jeons, the Jungs, the Kims, and even the Mins. You aren’t too sure who's here yet, but you find it absolutely astonishing that Jungkook is. The fact that he came with his family and dressed for the part… It’s beyond you.

“I told you. They love you more than me.”

You laugh. “What?”

“I got an earful for not matching my suit brand with them,” he gasps dramatically. “They said this was really important since your parents are back and this—this is like your coming of age party or whatever. Are you planning on giving in and taking over your family business and prospects? I thought we were going to rebel against them.” Jungkook kids. You laugh even harder, hitting his shoulder and rolling your eyes.

“Mr. Jeon, how childish of you.”

“Only when I’m with you, Ms. ___,” he chides.

Before you can say any more, his parents swoop in and embrace you. They welcome you home and ask for your parents. You and Jungkook sigh, feeling like embarrassed two teenagers. In this, you take each other's hands as an extra courage boost. It’s like a safety net. You two guide them to your parents. Then, you introduce them to each other for the first time in years. Instantly, Jungkook and your parents hit it off.

“Such a shame these two are just friends,” Jungkook’s mother sighs. Your mother and his laugh, along with your father's grinning from ear to ear.

Your cheeks turn red and Jungkook shakes his head in utter frustration. He feels embarrassed too. We literally went over the do’s and don’ts to his family before coming. “Mom, please! Let’s not—”

“Friends or lovers, we’re thankful for Jungkook. He took care of her better than we ever did,” your father remarks warmly. Jungkook shyly smiles and squeezes your hand. You hold onto him tighter. “Thank you, son.”

Truly, your father meant it with his entire heart.

By the time everyone else arrives, you’re three drinks in and joined at the hip by Jungkook. It’s all friendly and he doesn’t mind.

He missed you.

He missed this.

Hoseok trails behind you two, being an extension of your fun. Nam Joon is somewhere else, talking to the adults about his career and what the future holds for it. Taehyung and Jimin are fooling around, taking pictures, and hitting on whoever.

Actually, your encounter with Jimin and Taehyung went pretty smoothly. Considering that those two specifically greeted you extremely enthusiastically. You wonder why, but can only think as far as them sucking up to you for the incident that happened a year ago.

It’s whatever.

You have already forgiven them and honestly? If it wasn’t for them, you wouldn’t be here today. You wouldn’t have cried so much and let your guard down to your parents. You would not have done so much family therapy and self-reflection. Even if it felt a little wicked and unfair on your end, it would not have pushed you to be the person you are now. No, you would not have healed the way you have without them.

Perhaps, it’s true what they say.. You can’t heal what you won’t touch.

“Long time no see,” Jimin greets you with a kiss on the cheek. Taehyung follows in with a bear hug and sways you back and forth.

“We still owe you dinner,” Taehyung reminds you. Your mouth drops in remembrance followed by a gasp. “When are you free?”

“Are you asking me out?”

It’s a joke.

“Depends...” Taehyung thinks for a moment, side-eying Jimin. Jimin smirks and shakes his head playfully. You’re left a little confused.

“On what?”

“Depends on how badly we want to die at his hands.”

That was not a joke.

Your smile drops and the two pause. It’s the first time tonight anyone has addressed you and Jin. Also, what did they mean by this? You aren’t sure if you feel overwhelmed or relieved.

“Anyways... Remember when we went clubbing and I got a boner from how good you looked?”

You and Jungkook are beginning to get bored. Perhaps it’s an old habit, but you two are pretty good at sneaking away from family events. Tonight, for obvious reasons, you could not do such a thing.

Therefore, you two were stuck.

Stuck with—

“So... What are your plans?”

Hoseok has done nothing but gossip all night. Even if he was the one to pick you up from the airport and even spent prior days with you; he could not stop talking. This man was beyond happy for you and your year of growth. No, you weren’t perfect, but you were better. All of his talks were about catching you up with your social circles and his career. Along with talking about the places you’ve travelled and discussing your realizations, Hoseok hasn’t asked this one.

“School, I guess.. Work under my parents, get to know the business—”

“Blah, blah, blah,” he dismisses. Hoseok grabs onto your shoulders and turns you. From across the venue, you see him. You really see him. Then, you see her. She trails behind him and snakes her hand to hold onto his. She’s smiling and waving at familiar people while Jin stays by her side. His gaze does not leave you.

Leaning in, Hosoek tries again. “So... What are your plans?”

You watch in pure jealousy.

There’s no way you could hide it and you don’t want to either. What would be the point if you did?

Jungkook catches this and clears his throat. You ignore him.

You watch as Ari whispers something to Jin’s ear before leaving his side. You watch as she walks over to people you don’t know and greet them. She looks beautiful. She’s older than you, definitely, but her beauty hasn’t aged.

You wonder if that’s Jin’s type. He is older than you considering you’re the same age as Jungkook. You wonder if Jin is into really independent women who only want sex... Were you just the young naïve girl that asked for too much? Is that why he gave up so easily? Is that why he didn’t try to talk to you back at that café?

Is it too late?

It can’t be.

You and Jin are unfinished.

“I don’t know,” you answer Hoseok. You feel chills travel down your body as Jin picks up his feet and begins to walk towards you.

“A year later and you still don’t know?” Hoseok scoffs. “I told you.. I hate liars.”

He’s right.

You do know.

You want to be with Jin.

You’ve spent a year clearing your foggy thoughts. You’ve spent so much time healing and learning about yourself... All the while so inevitably in love with him. Of course you know. How could you not?

Your eyes meet Jin.

His lips curve into a small smile as he lifts his hand to wave to you. You huff and turn the other cheek, whispering to Hoseok.

“Tell me.. Why is she here?”

Hoseok squints before nodding in confirmation. “Ari?”

You nod, turning to Jungkook.

“Why is she here?” Your question repeats, except this time with a tone of anxiousness. He knows and remembers the past... But he knows and recognizes your strength now. He wouldn’t have allowed for this to happen if he didn’t believe in you.

“Bhie, your parents invited her family. They’re all abroad right now so she’s representing their company tonight.”

“How’d you know that—”

Hoseok interrupts. “Hello? She’s literally the heiress to major transport companies. Of course she’d be here at the launch.”

“It’s Valentines day though. Shouldn’t she be out with a hot date?” you pry, trying not to sound too desperate But who cares! This is Hoseok. If anything, this is who you’re most compelled to be honest to.. Well, aside from Yoongi and Jungkook. Those two will forever be bonded with you.

“Then that just means Jin is her hot date—ouch!” Hoseok complains after you elbow him in the chest.

You try again with Jungkook. “Can you kick her out?”

Hoseok sends you a glare, finding it unbelievable how you’re being so mean to him. “You’re so evil tonight.”

You shrug. “It’s Valentines day and I’m watching him be with someone else. If that isn’t a villain origin story, I don’t know what is!”

“You like him that much, huh?” Jungkook asks softly. “You’re acting pretty jealous...”

“No, I’m not! Are you?”

Defending yourself is... Not a good look on you right now. Why are you defending yourself? Who cares if you’re jealous?!

“Kind of.”

“What?”

The three of you exchange looks.

“Oof,” Jungkook stumbles back, pretending to be hit on the heart. He tries to move past the moment. “Your comeback hurt… Not!”

You roll your eyes and playfully hit him. He catches your wrists and laughs. The feeling begins. You sulk, pout, and glare at him. “So immature... Ah, I knew this would be fun.”

“That’s the literal love of my life with someone else and you think this is fun—”

Your eyes widen at your words. Jungkook’s smile twitches before he suddenly stumbles back again, letting go of your wrist. He acts out as if he has chest pain, crouching and groaning. As you begin to feel concerned, he stands perfectly straight and sticks his tongue out. “I thought I was the love of your life...”

“This again,” Hoseok whines before hitting the back of Jungkook’s head. Jungkook takes the hit and smirks.

It’s all playful, of course… But you aren’t sure when he’s being sarcastic or sensitive. You fear of overstepping, but again… It is what it is. You’re meant to learn from one another after all.

“Sorry, Jungkook. I didn’t mean—”

“Wah, wah, wah,” Jungkook dismisses, redirecting your attention to Jin. “Go away. The love of your life is here.”

Your heart beat fastens as Jin approaches you. Jungkook pushes you forward and you hesitate. From the corner of your eye, you see Hoseok about to walk away. Even if privacy is an implied need for you and Jin, this is too early! Out of instinct, you grab onto Hoseok’s blazer collar and tug him to stay. He pretends to struggle and choke, ultimately being dramatic.

You weren’t tugging on him that hard.

It works, though. Hoseok stays and as he’s catching his breath, Jin stands in front of you.

His hair is trimmed. It’s still the length you like, the one you met him with, but it’s shorter at the front. It’s nice. You can see his face clearly. He’s wearing a black slim fit button up with nice slacks. You’re used to him dressed up as most of his work required him to be formal... But he looks different tonight.

Good.

Great.

He is as handsome as ever.

You feel your heart tighten, your pulse quicken, and your eyes... They water a little. You haven’t seen him in so long. That interaction in Australia was not enough.

It was nothing compared to now.

Jin tilts his head and offers his pouty smile at you. Your heart melts, slightly beginning to panic.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“... Did I see that right? Were you choking—”

“I.. Uh—y-yes.”

The corner of his lips twitch, trying not to break into a smile. You’re honest. You’ve always had an unprovoked side but he’s taken aback at how you are right now. “... Why?”

You can’t answer him.

You consider redirecting the conversation but nothing comes out of your mouth. It’s like you’re tongue tied but even that is an understatement. You aren’t sure why.. But maybe it’s out of pettiness. Maybe it’s out of shock. Maybe it’s out of nervousness.

Was it wrong for you to assume that he would come in here alone? That he would... Oh, you don’t know... Come with flowers and have a whole confession ready for you? To which, you’d accept and offer your own confession? It just seems... Like things are not unfolding how you pictured they would.

“Jin,” Jungkook reaches to shake hands. Just as Jin is about to speak, Jungkook tugs him close. So close that Jin ends up bumping into you. Hoseok laughs and excuses himself. “And my jobs done. See ya.”

Jungkook snickers at his mess and childishly salutes you two. Before he can get away with it, you catch his arm and hold onto it. You leave Jin standing.

“D-don’t go,” you urge.

Jungkook glances at Jin who sighs and looks at you fondly. As you tighten your grip on Jungkook, he can’t help but feel like he suddenly traveled back in time. This was just like before.

It felt weird to be in the same moment but as different people.

“I’m not leaving, woman. You’re so dramatic sometimes—”

“No, I’m not!”

“I’m just going to join the others while you two talk. Aren’t you in love with him or something?” Jungkook scolds you, acting annoyed.

Without noticing, he slips his hand under yours and frees his arm. You hold on to the tips of his fingers and give him a pitiful look. As you open your mouth to say something, he shakes his head at you. You lower your head, hating that he has to be the strong one.

“Don’t do that,” he begs, taking his hand entirely away from you. Truth be told, it reminds him of when you played with his hair that night and he begged the same thing.

It stings.

“___, it’s my turn to walk away from you. You have to let me have this.” Jungkook lets out a hearty chuckle to lighten the mood. His tone was kind. It didn’t sound too sad or petty. It was calm as his words were chaos itself. See, even if his eyes were beginning to tear up and his heart is racing like never before, he knew what to do.

He knew what to say.

“My you,” he calls for you. You look up at him, gaze soft and as angelic as ever. “I love you one.”

You gulp, feeling like he was saying goodbye. He wasn’t, but it just felt like he was. He waits no longer. Jungkook pulls you in for a tight hug and before he lets go, you say it.

“I love you two.”

Once Jungkook releases you, you and him share a look. He mouths out “good luck, bhie,” as he walks away. As he joins Hoseok, from the corner of his eyes, he watches as you and Jin exchange a few words before walking side by side and disappearing into the crowd of guests.

Jungkook has a hard time understanding what he feels. To him, it’s all wrapped up with different levels and complexities. There’s so much that goes into the thought of you. He is eternally grateful that your friendship with him was spared. After everything, he is so grateful to still be with you.

At the end of the day, this is all he will be.

He will always be the best friend that has to step back and watch you be with who you love. Your parents, Jin...

It was him once. It was him before. He’ll always know in his heart; it was once him.

That’s good enough.

He can’t change how he loved you back then and how he loves you now.. What he can change and what he holds himself most accountable for is how he lets you go, but holds onto the beauty of who you are.

He hopes to let go of the heartache.

He hopes that the losses and disappointments in his journey towards you continue to just be that... That these losses and disappointments can not define the man he is or is to be. He hopes to accept and understand that he can not mend everything.

Sometimes, life has loose threads and dead ends. Sometimes, the only closure is the one that comes from yourself.

He deserves so much love and grace life has to offer. Putting you on a pedestal and believing you were his entire life... It was not fair for either one of you. He knows better now. He knows he deserves to be loved better. To be loved truer and deeper.

He deserves to be chosen. He deserves to choose his own heart over you.

Most of all, he hopes to let go of what isn’t for him... Truth be told, he does not deserve to stay in places where his world keeps falling apart. See, as Jungkook chased love—he chased after you. It only made sense to know that if love was you; it would be the garden and he was the butterfly. Where the air was softer, the sky was bluer, and the flowers bloomed prettier—he’d remain a fragment of spring. If love was you, it would be the feeling of finally being set free. To put it simply, from his childhood, love has always been you. Which brings us back to this:

The theory.

Do you remember it?

The one about how in this greedy world, there lies a theory that we only love once. Everything and every one after our first love is us chasing after what we once had. Jungkook used to count himself as an exception to this theory until his first love—his story with you—reached its end.

Knowing the agonizing heartache, the longing nights, and the mundane days without you—would Jin do it again?

If it meant seeing you again, across the room with your parents by your side.. Happy and as radiant as ever; yes.

He would.

You two stand outside the venue. You didn’t bring out your coat and the dress you’re wearing, though long, is pretty thin. It’s February for crying out loud!

Jin notices you shiver and instantly regrets bringing you outside. To be fair, there wouldn’t be any available rooms for you two to talk without others listening in. Outside is the best option. He’ll take responsibility. Jin shrugs off his blazer and puts it over your shoulders. You look up at him and his kind eyes warm your heart.

After thanking him, you two stand in front of one another in silence. You aren’t sure where to start or how to even navigate through this conversation. Sure, you’re expecting it to be awkward but still... The silence was killing you.

“So… You’re here with Ari?”

You aren’t sure why you can’t help but ask. You’ve worked on being more patient but… Something inside you snapped the moment the two walked in together. At your family’s event? Hand in hand? Fully aware that this was your homecoming?

“You’re here with Jungkook so…”

Playing it back in your head, you know where he’s coming from. The last part of your interaction with Jungkook is a valid ground for Jin to feel uncomfortable.

“It’s not like that,” you defend. Is he jealous? Is he as jealous as you? You don’t know. “I was just nervous. I asked him to stay out of comfort but I don’t even think I wanted him to.”

“It’s not like that for me either,” Jin confesses. “Ari’s pregnant.”

Your mouth drops.

How could you be so stupid? A year has passed! Their little love child is probably why he didn’t bother talking to you then!

That’s probably why Jungkook and Hoseok refused to kick her out for you… But it’s a little weird. If Ari was pregnant with Jin’s child, why didn’t Hoseok or Jungkook say anything to you? A little warning would have been nice.

You feel so betrayed.

Jin can’t help but find your panicking eyes amusing. He knows you must be running through all the scenarios in your head.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he leans his body forward and says, “it’s not mine. The guy left her and she decided to keep the baby... After that, she reached out to me and apologized about everything. We’re friends.. Actually, acquaintances is a more appropriate term... I just accompanied her tonight. It was my last favour I owed her for my end of a deal.”

“A business deal?”

Jin smirks. “Yeah. A business deal.”

“What was the deal?”

“Does it matter?”

“Maybe.”

He huffs at your quick wit and thinks you haven’t changed a bit. Still as cute as ever. Still the ___ that makes his heart race.

“You’re obviously jealous but you look good,” he teases you. In response, you shoot him a glare. “You always look good but... You look good like you’re glowing. Like you’re happy? You look—”

“Good?” you suggest, laughing after.

He chuckles and gives up. He’s trying too hard. He should just tone it down a bit or just get right into it. He decides on the ladder.

“You were really pretty in Australia too.”

A beat.

“I saw you,” Jin admits.

“I know. I saw you too.”

The world stops.

You two stand in awe. Confused but also a little relieved for some reason. You want to ask him so many questions but find yourself only asking one.

“Why didn’t you say anything to me?”

It’s the question that kept you up for nights. You’ve replayed the moment over and over in your head, trying to figure out how else the encounter could have gone. This is your chance for the answer. This is your chance for closure.

“I would’ve said too much.”

“... Well, what would you have said? Even if it’s too much, it would’ve been nice to talk to you.”

Jin blinks. “Even if I have too much to say?”

“Try me,” you encourage him. “What is it, Jin? Is there something you’d like to tell me? What? Did you miss me—”

Jin takes a step towards you and you stand still. You take in his scent—something you missed. Something that makes you finally feel at home. He reaches for you and you give him your hand.

He holds it tight and takes a deep breath in.

You hold yours.

“I miss you.”

You huff, feeling a little disappointed. “That’s it? That’s all you would’ve said?”

“Yes,” he nods. “Because that was then and this is now. Now, this is what I have to say..”

Your breath hitches when he pulls you closer. Your faces are inches from each other and your feel your body stiffen. You haven’t been this nervous since your first hook up with him. It’s strange but also so familiar.

“I have done so much in my life and yet I feel empty. So far, I’ve spent it living for my parents, the expectations of others, and finally—when I started to live for myself, I found myself enjoying life with you. In the last year without you, I’ve met countless people who have come and left. All I felt indifferent to. All made me feel empty simply because no one compares to you. No one comes close and I think... I think I’ve always known that. I always knew it was you. In every heartache and moment of happiness; I wanted you. It’s like... Whatever and whoever stood in the way of you and I didn’t matter. Of course, Jungkook mattered and work—that’s not the point. The point is, my feelings flood in like never before when I’m with you... And it hurt, you know? How could you do that to me? How could you make me feel so overwhelmed and completely yours... Without much effort? You hardly looked my way and I was ready for everything. You, my everything. I was ready to introduce myself to your family, to beg you to come home with me—anything. Everything. What you say goes...”

Jin pauses.

“... And I saw you happy, ___. It was the first time I’ve ever seen you like that. You were glowing and you were so filled with joy.. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t walk over there and ruin that. I even got a little angry because I suddenly remembered all the events that led up to you leaving. How you hid this, how you were leading Jungkook and I on, how you—how everything was just a mess. I remembered why you left and if I walked over, talked to you, and begged the way I planned to... It would hurt my pride too much.”

“Jin—”

“___, fuck my pride.”

You remember it all.

The heated kiss, the scrambling to his car, the touchy drive to his place, and even the the way that he felt against your body as you two made your way to his bedroom.

It happened so fast.

Faster than you two would have liked it to happen, but it doesn’t matter now.

Jin kissed every inch of your body. Missing you was an understatement. He made sure you knew it. From his puffy lips on your pussy to your neck, and then finally on your lips again.. To the way his precum leaked on top of your folds just before he sunk himself into you. For the first time in over a year, he fucked you so good you saw stars.

He pumped hard and slow, then fast and sloppy. Your fingernails dragged along his back as he left hickeys on you. Sex with him was better than you remember. As he finished, he pulled out and began fingering you to finish you off. Slapping you every now and then, just as dirty as it was before. He mumbles selfish phrases and praises that make your inside tingle. Your toes curled as you reached your climax. Before giving in, your legs shake and you whimper loudly. Then, you creampie his fingers.

It doesn’t end there.

There’s the slow and messy blow job. Jin’s gripped your hair so tight and his breath was always hitched. Then, there’s the make out session where his fingers just couldn’t stop playing with you. Then there is also him palming your breasts and your hot breath on his chest, leaving traces of your kisses on his perfect body.

You never expected for the night to end like this. You didn’t even text your parents goodbye or let any of your friends know. They assumed and let it go. They knew you were Jin and that was enough.

By the time the aftercare begins, you and Jin are all worn out. Too tired to continue the conversation that heavily weighed upon you two. Too tired to move or to get water even if you two were parched as fuck. Jin stays in bed, holding your bare bodies closer than ever. He holds them, fully knowing you’d be here in the morning.

Hopefully, the morning that follow after too.

You wake up alone.

Groaning from the morning light and soreness in between your legs, you crawl out of bed. You find his button up and put it on. Your dress is too tight for a morning mood and it’s not like you were going to run away. The room smells like sex. Complete sweat and lust—you burry your face into your hands just recalling the mood.

After you open his window to circulate the air, you open the door and hope Jungkook isn’t home. It doesn’t matter if he is, he knows and by now.. Did it really matter? You two were adults.

Sex is sex.

Not to mention, this is you and Jin.

When you reach the bathroom, you look under the sink for a spare toothbrush. Finding one, you open it and squeeze toothpaste on. You brush your teeth and wash your face. Just as you’re about to shower, you realize there’s no towel.

So, you slip out of the bathroom.

Just as you’re about to go to the cabinets where the boys keep the towels, you’re greeted by the sound of a pan sizzling. You peak over and see Jin. He has sweatpants on but no shirt. He’s going back and forth with flipping pancakes and cutting fruit. You spot a breakfast tray with already poured juice and water on it.

Your heart melts.

Sneaking up behind him, you wrap your arms around his body. Again, you take in his scent and feel at home. You’ll never get tired of this.

How could you?

“Good morning,” he laughs as you tighten your hug.

Kissing his back, you rest your cheek against it. “Cooking for Jungkook?”

“Ha ha,” Jin rolls his eyes. He turns off the stove and places the last pancake on the stack beside him. He turns, causing you to step back and let go. For a moment, he takes his time and looks at you.

Even in the morning, you’re perfect as ever.

“No one’s been home for months. We usually hang out at your apartment.”

You connect the dots. “Oh! Is that why there’s no towel in the washroom?”

JIn doesn’t answer you. Instead, he lifts you up by the waist and sits you on the count. You open your legs as he fits himself in between them. He then places his hands on either sides of your legs, leaning in for a kiss.

You kiss him sweetly.

“We didn’t really get to talking.. I’m sorry if you wanted to slow down and figure out what the hell we’re doing before we—”

“It’s fine,” you snicker. “I wanted you. I wanted it just as bad as you. I have no regrets.”

“Good.” Jin feels a little more confident. “... Because I’m in this for real. Whatever you want, I want. Whatever you are, I am. A friend, a boyfriend, a husband—”

“Woah—”

“Let’s begin again.”

Jin chases your eyes, looking deeply and wishing for you to see right through him. He hopes you see it. He hopes you feel it.

He is utterly and completely in love with you.

“I have a lot of things I need to fix about myself,” you begin. “I want to be with you. I think you deserve the best and I—”

“Just because you’re healing doesn’t mean you’re not worthy of love,” Jin testifies. “I want you to know that. I’ll respect whatever you decide you want us to be because if you could see yourself the way I see you... You’d be in love too.”

You blink.

“You’re in love with me?”

He rolls his eyes at your realization. “Are you serious? After all that?”

You shrug, feeling a little dumb. “Like... I know but I... I don’t know?”

Jin cups your face, closing in whatever space was left between you two. His gaze softens as you look into his eyes. It’s not like you feel shy, but it hits you that he’s looking at you... Really looking at you.

He looks at you like he loves you.

“I’ll give you what you want. The soft life with the dreamy kitchen and midnight slow dances with the refrigerator light. The sunrises and sunsets. The life we talked about and the life we didn’t. What you say goes, ___. What do you want?”

It feels ironic.

The last time he asked you this, he was on the edge of heartbreak. Both of you were. The last time he asked you this, it broke your heat. Now, it’s what mends it.

That’s the funny thing about choosing someone. If the theory of your first love being your only love exists—then this one surely does too.

In this greedy world lies the theory that you choose your person because they represent the unfinished part of your childhood. That’s why, for the most part, you two are opposites. That’s why love and the bond between you two is more vulnerable and raw. That’s why it’s more authentic.

And that’s just it. You love Jin like he’s your true love. You love Jin like he’s your other half. You love Jin like you were never broken.

“I love you,” you tell him clearly. Without hesitation or a heavy heart, you add; “I want to be with you. I choose you. I’ve always chosen you. I’m sorry I took this long and we had to come this far—but I’m here now. I’ve changed and really believe I can do better for us if you give me another chance! I’ll prove it—”

And with that, Jin’s heart finds rest. It collapses and becomes entirely yours. His wish came true. All along, his star was you.

“You’re here now. You made your choice. You don’t need to prove anything. You don’t need to change for me.”

You fall in love all over again as he tucks your hair behind your ear and says, “___, I love as you are.”

#bts fic rec #bts smau #bts smut #jin smut #bts angst #jk angst #jungkook x yn #jin x yn

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