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moonchild1 · 2 months

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jeon jungkook fic rec list (Ⅹ)

yup i've hit you with another list and once again i had so much fun putting it together... i was away for a bit but that spark came back and i'm back in action... this list holds so many amazing fics i've read it's alot of different types of storylines and some new genres i wanted to try out and i am so excited to go down that road with these new genres i haven't explored yet, but please do enjoy this list there's so many great fics here you will get lost in it i know it did, my next list should be out by next month i want to take time to read as many as i can and get back all that excitement so the next one might take a while... since these fics are so outstanding we can't forget to give all the love and support to the incredible authors who have taken the time to plan and write these fics without them we wouldn't get to read such beautiful and entertaining fics so please so them all the love and support in the world cause they truly deserve it leave them a nice comment, like and reblog the posts so others can discover them too and give them a follow and check out their masterlists i'm telling you, you will most definitely fall in love with their work and find lots of great pieces in there. most of the fics i recommend contain smut so no minors allowed and don't interact you as well as ageless blgs will be blocked and if you would like to share a fic with me you are more than welcome too i love hearing from you i hope you all enjoy this list and till next time ~ kiki ♡

f- fluff s- smut a-angst

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between takes by @jeonstudios f s a

as a fluffer for a popular porn star, your focus is to keep him hard and performing on set. turns out he's not the only thing that's hard.

i want you to stay by @ahundredtimesover f s a

Working for Jungkook isn’t the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesn’t smile, he doesn’t appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. You've dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.

you're losing me by @sparklingchim s a

in the midst of marital challenges, jungkook and you grapple with the complexities of your relationship. yet, the lingering question whispers: how do you truly determine if the journey is worthwhile?

kiss the girl by @guked f s a

after saving a human prince from being drowned by the sea witch, you’re cursed by that infamous witch to live out the rest of your days as a human—unless you can manage to get true love’s kiss from that very same prince. which would be a simple task, had he not hated you the moment you met.

flux by @yoonia s a ft. myg

One of them is your longtime secret crush, while the other is the man with whom you had shared many heated nights filled with lust and forbidden desire, forever kept as your biggest secret of all time. You had sworn that those sinful nights would end, and that your secret crush would remain a secret. poly au

in motion by @/yoonia s

The rule is simple; you can look but you can’t touch. You’ve been attending the event for a few times since you’ve encountered the voyeurism club, but it was only when a certain boy arrives on one occasion did you feel the fire of lust burning inside.

what the fire gave us by @gimmethatagustd f s a

↬ You were born with a Gift that the world wanted to turn into a weapon. All Jungkook wanted to do was show you that you could find love, even in the dark.

friend in me by @ktheist f s a

“don’t confuse your party friends with your real friends.”

knife's edge by @readyplayerhobi f s a ft. pjm

The Jeon Clan is Family, built on blood and loyalty. It’s been an unspoken fact that one day you will marry the heir to the Clan, Jeon Jungkook. You would be a fool to deny that you love him, but what happens when you meet a blue haired man who offers you a chance at normality?

take a chance by @crystaljins a

You should have known the second your business partner asked you to plan his best friend’s wedding as a favour that it was going to be nothing but trouble. Especially when it turns out he’s in love with said best friend. And dying of a deadly disease because of it.

chess of ice by @jimlingss f a

Jeon Jungkook is a rising star, aka. hockey captain of a team heading for the Olympics. The last thing he expects is to begin a whole ‘nother sport, holding a broomstick in his hand, sweeping the ice and throwing dumb stones towards a target. As if that wasn’t bad enough, his love life is about to turn into a game of chess as well....and you’re his opponent.

diamond in the rough by @kimvtae f s a

When a business heir from Busan, Jeon Jungkook, meets you, a poor girl from Daegu, he doesn’t expect to fall as quickly as he does. He’s been told for his entire life to avoid Daegu, a town riddled with gangs and a history of a brutal murder in Busan, but he can’t stay away from you, even when he’s warned that you’re not good enough for him.

try hard by @hobibliophile f s

Yoongi asks you to help him photograph the university rugby team, and you’re reluctant until you see Jeon Jungkook in uniform. Damn.

cruel intentions by @jeonqukie f s a

All is well in your overtly simplistic life. You managed to maintain decent grades in university all the while progressing through your relationship with your long-time boyfriend and accompanying your best friend in her exhausting personal life. But as the saying goes when there are ups, there will surely be downs. While you’ve maintained this upward pattern, you are defeated when one afternoon inevitably brings you to a downward spiral. All good things must come to an end. Who knew you would be sharing the same sentiment with someone you barely know.

sillage by @deerguk s

Soulmate!AU where soulmates are drawn to one another by the infliction of physical touch, whether it be pain or pleasure. But it is only initiated once the two people somewhat interact.

remote learning by @hansolmates s

working remote sucks, and you would love a little relief. after buying a new toy to blow off some steam, you’re baffled when you can’t cum. however, jungkook thinks you’re doing it wrong, and shows you a thing or two.

when it rains by @choiwrites s a

Being an exotic dancer was never easy. Every day was the same for you, until you reached that one breaking point you’ve been avoiding since your miserable life started. On a rainy night, Jungkook and his yellow umbrella were your last call of hope.

hate at first weeb by artaemis, freckleyoon (ao3)

You just want to weeb in peace but your annoying downstairs neighbour just won't let you breathe

wanted by @jincherie s a

You were a deserter, a renegade, a wanted “criminal”. It was never in your plans to crash land on that planet, and it most certainly wasn’t in your plans to fall in love with it’s handsome ruler.

everything in you by @jjungkookislife f s a

You want a baby and Jungkook is willing to help. f2l, roommates au, pregnant!reader

home for the holidays by @/jjungkookislife f s a

Jungkook is in desperate need to find a girlfriend for Christmas. His mom has nagged and nagged about him bringing someone home for the holidays. Determined, Jungkook recruits his friends in hopes of finding the right girl to take home. In need of a place to stay, and no plans for Christmas, you answer his friend’s ad. You have 25 days to convince not only his parents but his grandmother that you’re in a real relationship, solid enough to get through Christmas with the Jeons.

every breath you take by @junqkook s a

everything was going great when you first met jeon jungkook. he was a new light in your life with soft smiles and tinkling laughs; but then you noticed a lurking presence that seemed to follow you wherever you went.

navy by @jjkfire f a

He’s your best friend, practically your other half and the two of you have always promised to be there for each other no matter what. The both of you have dreams of professionally making music together one day and to you it’s almost like reality, a given really, and with each day, the dream starts to feel like it’s within reach. But, one day, with one sentence, Jungkook destroys it all.

wicked by @adonis-koo s a

In a desperate hope to stop war from breaking you are a serviced to wed the most vile man alive, the one who has committed atrocities and war crimes beyond comprehension, he who is responsible for the fall of many nations, the wicked prince who’s heart is made of stone. You are to marry a man who challenges every belief and moral you stand for, all while being faced in a foreign land with nobody but yourself too trust…But are you both truly that different? Or is hate not too far from love?

paper doll by @winetae s a

When the nation’s little sister, IU, gets into a huge scandal, your agency seizes the opportunity to thrust you into that now vacant spotlight. Your self-composed song Paper Doll becomes an overnight sensation, and soon people are itching to find out who was the one who broke your heart. All hell breaks loose once netizens discover that you used to date popular idol, Jeon Jungkook. Little do they know that it wasn’t him who left the relationship unscathed — it was you.

one shot

the devil's change up by @jungblue f s

Majoring in athletic training means you have mandatory observation hours to perform with every single sports team at your school throughout the year, and so far it’s been going pretty great. However, when regrets from your past cause your rotation with the baseball team to become a little rocky, there’s one star pitcher who says that he can make it all better.

this is how we break up by @/ahundredtimesover s a

There are things you prepared for coming back home and that includes seeing your ex-boyfriend, but helping him design his apartment isn’t one of them. From meetings over coffee and lunches with your friends, you both learn more about the time in-between, and what you find out leave you heartbroken, wondering if there’s enough of you left to try to get back what you’d lost. “You know what they say about past lovers remaining friends? It’s either they never loved each other to begin with, or they still do. And we all know how much they loved each other, don’t we?”

a piece of the moonlight by @/jimlingss f a

For your loved ones, the people who are waiting at home, the people who have died - you will fight. And sometimes to fight means to sacrifice: who you really are and the person you really love.

the quest to bedding the lead singer of frontman by @kpopfanfictrash s

Frontman is your favorite band in the world and honestly, the only reason you waited this long in line is to stand at the front for a shot with the lead singer. Enter sexy sound boy, who just won’t leave you alone. (punk!Jungkook)

heartbreak trials by @dreamyjoons s a

it all started with a bet: the one with the highest body count would get the most illustrious prize - Namjoon’s bedroom. For you and Jungkook, the race was on.

perhaps love by @mangowillow f a

for as long as you can remember, you have been in love with your childhood friend turned roommate, but jeon jungkook remains oblivious even when he comes to comfort and help you sleep every night.

what? now by @theharrowing f s

For as long as you and Jungkook have been friends, your feelings for him have been unrequited. Or have they?

lilac wisteria by @blushoseoks f a

the first time jeon jungkook says that he is going to marry you, you are five years old sitting underneath a large wisteria tree.

tell me no lies by @jeongi f s a

You chose to rob your boss, however; you never expected to fall in love with him.

mcd*ckin by @jinned s

"So, if I'm so predictable," you tease, running your finger along his clothed chest, "what am I going to do next?"

things you said while you were driving by @cupofteaguk f

post breakup au

(y)our name by @jjkpls f s a ft ot 6

It’s always been the two of you since you were little. People came and went in your lives and Jungkook didn’t mind until you turn into grown-ups and he starts to mind a bit too much.

(un)welcomed addition by @shuadotcom f a

After a drunken one night stand with your neighbor, you have your reasons for wanting to forget it ever happened and never talk to him again. Unfortunately, Jungkook wins the award for the world’s worst neighbor so his 3 am wakeup calls and mail stealing have you banging at his door on an almost weekly basis. You just want to make it to the end of your lease so you can leave all the traces of the fuckboy next door behind...unless your feelings get in the way of course.

Just Like the Movies by @/shuadotcom f s a

When you need a fake date for your cousin’s wedding and all of your other friends have plans, that only leaves your best friend Jungkook - who you also happen to be completely in love with. It’ll be easy getting through a week of fake dating him, right?

watermelon sugar by @/shuadotcom f s a

When your friends outvote you for your annual summer trip, you end up stuck at a beachside town. To make it worse, there’s an irritating local surfer boy that won’t leave you alone… that is until you see him shirtless and in the water - then you don’t want him to leave you alone and your unexpected summer romance begins.

take my whole life by @/ktheist f s a

chaebol au. arranged marriage au. expecting parents au.

never let you go by @yeojaa f s

You do things without thought, making impulse decisions that’d make Freud proud. Sometimes they pay off, sometimes they don’t. (or: Jeon Jungkook’s just as impulsive as you.)

speaking in bodies by @/yeojaa f s a

The holidays have never meant much to you - less a promise of Christmas morning joy and more a reminder of all the things you’ve lost. Some would call you a grinch; others, just a plain old asshole. Jeon Jungkook would call you both. The more time you spend together, though, the more you thaw, melting beneath the sun that seems to sit right in the centre of his chest.

howling for you by @fortunexkookie f s

The way your Little Red Riding Hood costume lured over a fuckboy in a half-assed werewolf costume was a little cliche, but god damn was he beautiful. He promised he had plenty of big things to show you, and you took him up on the offer, not realizing that you might’ve bitten off more than you could chew

cold nights & blurred lines by @awrkive f s a

jungkook and you have been in a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and it’s casual for the most part. but as time passes, you can’t help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a cliché to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.

christmas is waiting for you by @/lamourche f s ft myg (ao3)

Being home for the holidays surrounded by your well-meaning family isn’t that bad. All you have to do is (1) survive the Andersons’ annual Christmas Eve party, (2) avoid all questions about your job, and (3) avoid your high school nemesis (not a crush!), Jeon Jungkook.

lost stars by @/subvk f s a (ao3)

Falling in love with Jeon Jungkook was everything you’ve ever dreamed of and more, but maybe it was exactly that: a dream so blissful and comforting that it was too good to be true, something that could all disappear when the night changes to day, and your eyes open again. Or, making a marriage pact with your best friend was supposed to instill a sense of hope for you, so why does this hurt you more than it should?

a beautiful epiphany by @/subvk f s a (ao3)

Derailed by heartbreak and the loss of inspiration, Jeon Jungkook tries to rediscover his love for art again. As his best friend, you’re willing to do anything to help him reignite his lost passion. Little do you know that the struggling artist’s new muse is closer than you think.

the philosophy of goodluck by @kidguk f s

“you told me i looked good and that you needed to get a tattoo of my face” is not the explanation you wanted to hear from the tattoo artist that permanently etched the dumbest drunken request of your life onto your skin.

mountebank by @/kidguk f s ft. pjm

Soulmate AU featuring Jimin, in which you’ve been waking up next to your soul-enemy and running from your soul-mate. Figure that mess out, will you?

holidays of breads and wood by @cutaepatootie f a

Every December now smells like freshly baked bread and wood to you. Its cold wind brings you memories of him every morning as you are kneading your mixture of water, flour and a pinch of nutmeg – the secret ingredient that makes your bread taste so special. It seeps through the open window of your small kitchen and shakes your entire body. It seeps under your flour-stained apron, getting through your clothes and reminding you of his soft touch. It sounds like forest and shines like snow under the sunlight. It fills your nostrils with familiar scents. Every December now feels like distant memories of a man you once knew, who loved to carve his dreams in wood.

a fallen bookmark on a thursday afternoon by @/cutaepatootie f s a

He came to you like the air comes into the train station after the fast arriving of the machine. It comes fast and unexpected, making you hoist your head to look at the long vehicle and the people inside. It is so fast you can’t even distinguish the different wagons. As the train comes to a stop, the wind that it creates plays with your hair, leaving you breathless. That’s how Jeon Jungkook came into your life.

every kind of way by @gukslut s

Three little vignettes, three completely different experiences, same perfectly wonderful boyfriend JK

heavy lifting by @snackhobi f

you work the night shift in a supermarket. and now your crush, aka the cutest boy in the world, aka the guy you’ve been thirsting after for months, aka jeon jungkook, works the night shift too.

blue orchid by @inkedtae f a

hanahaki & soulmate au

up to snow good by @aredheadedmess f a

It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt.

cherry bomb by @milfgyuu f s

You’re a cocktail waitress in a high end nightclub and you’ve been mutually crushing on one of the bartenders. Tonight, one of your customers oversteps boundaries and when Jungkook gets involved, you’re ready to toss your ‘no dating co-workers’ policy out the window.

work it out by @/choiwrites s

You never would have thought that you’d be working with the college dropout who was coincidentally your best friend’s ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Saying his name already burns your tongue, you wonder how long you can hold your professionalism around him.

all in by @iamjungkooked s a

Jeon Jungkook is everything you have ever desired in a partner. He’s kind, passionate, funny, honest, warm and every positive adjective in the dictionary. He totally gets you and you get him. He seems like the perfect guy for you, except he is dating your best friend. What could possibly go wrong? OR The four times you get the wind knocked out of you by Jeon Jeongguk

until my last breath by @/iamjungkooked s a

Sporting an undercut and tattoos Jeon Jungkook waltzes back in your life after 5 years of being away. You think you know him– and just when you think you have gotten close, he reveals a secret (or two). Following this, is a series of trials and tribulations that concludes in a way you never expect. (Alternatively: the one where Jungkook creates a mess out of you)

está dañada by @aquagustd f s a

life through the eyes of someone who watches you fall apart and helps gather the shards of your heart, only for you to make the same mistake time and time again, but he refuses to accept the truth because to him, you’re infallible.

coin toss by @yoondoze a

you and jeongguk go way back, even before you were the menacing duo many knew you to be, even before he brought you into the mafia and left you there to join the city’s detective agency. a call for cooperation comes out of a common enemy, requiring the two of you to reconcile for one last mission.

wonder by @bubmyg f a

romance novels lie about finding some deep epiphany in the ocean because you find your inspiration in some chlorine tainted red locks or where jeongguk isn’t smooth with a pool net.

starboy by @sugaxjpg s

Jeon Jungkook was, above anything else, the type you should not get involved with. He was the guy who slept around; the guy who was gone before you woke up; who left a path of broken hearts and missed calls wherever he went. He was right in just about every wrong way. That being said, maybe the bet you made with your friend could be the best thing that happened to you in a long time, and even enough to break the chain of misfortune that circled your party nights — after all, it was all just a simple, four-part plan to make Jungkook beg for you. What could possibly go wrong?

symmetry by @adriftmoonchild s a

with both of you being from rival houses, the smirk that jungkook seemed to throw in your direction every shared class did nothing for your disdain towards him. as far as you were concerned he was arrogant and childish; you just wished he wasn’t so damn good in bed.

little surfer girl by @ppersonna f s a

every summer you watched jeon jungkook turn into a perfect, professional surfer. every summer, you wanted him more. this summer, you were determined to make him yours.

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ROCKLAND — P.SH

synopsis: almost like a nightmare, park sunghoon plagues your present just as much as your past regrets had done. however, this time around, you and him decided to right your wrongs one last time.

pairings: non-idol!sunghoon x afab!reader

genre: exes to lovers, miscommunications, angst, second chance romance

warning(s): profanities, brief mentions of smoking, drinking, partying and alcohol

wc: 8k

a/n: i'm BACK. this has been in the works for far too long because of the constant writer's block so i'm not sure if it's good or not, plus it's my first exes to lovers so please be nice <3 greatly inspired by gracie abram's "rockland", so do give it a listen too! please leave a feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated! muah xx

If there was one thing you’d regret forever in this lifetime, it would be ending things with the love of your life.

You admit it, you’re selfish. Selfish for wanting to leave the town you grew to hate, selfish for prioritising yourself and chasing your dreams, choosing to leave the people you loved instead. Painted a villain in the eyes of many close to the person you once went home to and even the man himself. But, how could he fully blame you when he was equally selfish too?

Park Sunghoon thought keeping you in the cage of this small town was going to make him a happy man. He often fantasised about the possibility of you and his future together, completely pushing aside the thought of you leaving, until it actually happened.

He was angry. He let himself be consumed by his own feelings and mindlessly projecting his anger and blame on you, while you regretfully did the same.

Pools of tears and venomous words spewed out of impulse left you scarred and broken down. It was a bad ending that you’d see in movies coming to life. The moment you had everything packed and goodbyes said, you figured leaving was for the best, now that your ex hates you and his friends who probably felt the same.

It was a shame, though. Heading to somewhere far from home with a heavy heart knowing you didn’t have the chance to see him once more. Frankly, you were a coward, and so was he.

That explained why returning back home was the scariest thing you had to face in a while.

It was ironic, wasn't it? Coming back to the place you wished for years to escape and actually doing so, but eventually having to return after you dropped out of the college that you've been praying and praying to get into, only for it to be overwhelming and the city lights couldn't compare to the starry night of your hometown.

You suppose you got the thing you wanted, but it just wasn't what you imagined.

Freshly twenty-two and out of school, you figured home was what you needed in your next step before deciding if you should re enrol. However, you find yourself not having the guts to face your family and friends, not after the promises turned out to be empty.

"You should quit smoking,"

Yunjin, your cousin and practically your closest friend growing up, was just a distance away when you spotted her, leaning against her car with a cigarette in hand. You found it amusing how she didn't cave into vapes instead in this day and age.

"Y/N!" She pushed the bud of her half smoked cigarette into the wall, then started jogging towards you, her dress flowing in the wind and boots making obnoxious clicks against the ground. There was a sense of relief in her eyes, her usual smile that you missed graced your presence. "God, I missed you, things aren't the same without you here,"

In the span of a few seconds of her hug, you took the chance to digest her words. Did that mean the traditions you've upheld are now gone? Parties, trips to the beach, all those?

"What?"

Yunjin pulled away, still managing a small smile. "I don't think things were ever the same since you left … and after you broke up with Sunghoon,"

You blinked, looking away into the distance. "I don't think I'll be welcomed,"

Yunjin scoffed, slapping your arm and scurrying to get your bags. "Don't say that! So not true. Everyone in the family is waiting for you to be back—"

"And talk behind my back about my failure in graduating? Yeah, no,"

‘‘That’s not going to happen,” Yunjin sighed, struggling with your bags and declining your help, but you still forcefully grabbed some knowing she’d eventually crumble. “I think they’ll get it,”

Would they?

Once you are settled into the car, bags successfully loaded into the trunk, you let yourself melt into the comforts of Yunjin’s passenger seat, finally getting to close your eyes and drift away. You thought it was best before having to face everything and everyone once again.

��What’s your plan now, anyway?”

Without opening your eyes, you envisioned a distant image in your head. “Take my time off and see if I’d like to re enrol or not. If I don’t, I’ll just go plan B,”

“Which is?”

“Accept the job offer in London,”

Yunjin almost hit the brakes out of shock, the news that came from you felt like it had hit her in the face, but somehow, she managed to keep her cool and not get you both killed. “What?” she shrieked.

“What?” you questioned back, sounding nonchalant as if this was just another normal offer that didn’t seem particularly significant. But it was.

“You have a job offer in London and you’re coming back here,”

“I left the city for a reason, it’d be stupid to go to another one right after,”

Yunjin exhaled, blinking in stupor. “Right,”

“How’s … everyone?”

Yunjin knew you weren’t referring to your family. Of course you’d know how your own family was doing, that’s a no brainer. What you were trying to mean was your old friend group. You couldn’t blame them for being mad at you, after all you were only a part of it because of Sunghoon.

“Heeseung’s graduating soon,” this was the first update you’ve gotten from Yunjin after those years away. It took you every will not to ask her about them, but here you were now, finally giving in. “They’re still the same, nothing’s changed,”

“What about him?”

Yunjin seemed hesitant, obviously holding back something that she didn’t want you to know. “I’m not going to explode upon hearing, you know that, right?” you joked lightheartedly, but secretly dreading hearing about him.

“I think he’s seeing someone,”

“Good for him,”

Would it be a crime to admit that you still missed your ex? Something in you was wishing you could rekindle a connection again now that you’re back, but all that hope shattered. If he had already moved on, why couldn’t you? Even after knowing how he probably hated and resented you for doing what you did, you still couldn’t bring yourself to hate him back.

“That’s all?”

“You want me to go full crazy ex mode? You’re insane,” you shook your head, smiling a little, hoping Yunjin didn’t notice the speck of sadness swimming in your irises. “Whoever she is, I’m sure that I would like her … if I were slightly nicer,”

She let out a ‘tch’ in response, though grinning. “What are you going to do with them around? There’s no way you’d be able to fully avoid them,”

“What can I do? I’ll just have to coexist.”

Coexist was a funny word. How were you able to do that when you couldn’t even fully get over Sunghoon in the first place? Thinking about meeting him in flesh already made you feel like doubling over and projectile vomit. That was how pathetic you were, what a shame.

Settling in was easy. It was natural to be back home, way better than being in the noisy city and constantly surrounded by a bunch of fake friends. The question of why you left in the first place started burning your mind as you tossed around trying to sleep, but it only persisted to bug you. Then came the thoughts of Sunghoon and the friends you left behind, which prompted you to be fully awake, sitting up in bed.

It wasn't the greatest idea to reach for your phone and search for his contact name, just to recall the day you deleted his number. Yet, your memory never failed you, remembering the digits like it was first instinct, fingers already typing his number. Your thumb hovered over the green call button, a haze in your mind.

Inevitably, you shut your phone and dug your head into your pillow. He would've laughed then, if he had seen this happen, the exact moment of you almost caving in and finally saying the sorry you never gave him.

The pictures you saw of him on social media here and there made you wonder how he was and if he had already forgotten about you. There were a few recurring appearances of a girl that seemed to linger by his side in group pictures that caught your eyes. Who took your bed when you left? Who laughed at everything that he said? Was it that girl?

Just like the time you first had a crush on Sunghoon, you stayed awake thinking about him, except this time around, you were filled with regret instead of hope.

"Heeseung asked me about you,"

Yunjin's random confession in the middle of the day had surprised you. Lee Heeseung, the best friend of your ex who you swore hated your guts, asked about you? Shocker.

"What did you say?"

"I said something along the lines of you figuring out life and just chilling here until the time comes," Yunjin shrugged, and you nodded slowly. "But there's something he said that made me a bit … confused?"

"What?"

"He said they wanted to see you again,"

You raised your eyebrows, a hint of scepticism flashed over your eyes. "They want to see me? Tell me a better joke next time, thanks,"

"I'm not joking! I mean, he did say excluding Sunghoon, but the other guys wanted to know how you were now that you're back," Yunjin winced a little at the mention of your ex, but you waved it off.

"Are they treating me to dinner or something?"

"Well … no. But Heeseung asked me to bring you to their next party, which is in a few days," Yunjin's gaze softened, hand patting your back. "You know you don't have to come if you don't want to. I mean, after all that happened with you and them and Sunghoon,"

You let out a small sigh, absentmindedly fidgeting your fingers. "It's all in the past now. I'm sure Sunghoon has moved on with another girl, and maybe—just maybe—the guys do hate me less."

You never went to that party Yunjin mentioned.

It was hard to admit but you knew, deep inside you, you were afraid, too cowardly to face the people you once knew. Instead, you chose to linger around like a lost soul in a town full of the ghosts of your past.

It didn't help that the party was also in Sunghoon's house. How did they expect you to go in the first place? You thought you'd never step foot in there after you broke it off with him, and you were adamant on keeping it that way, but your heart got the worst of you.

On the night of the party, you drove around the neighbourhood, eventually stopping across the street of his house. You didn't know what got to you to do so, but you guessed reminiscence and bright lights coming from the house were the reason. The music was loud, people were coming in and out of the house, and the only thing you could think of was him.

That thought alone was enough to have you drive away, leaving the house further and further away into the background just as the memories of him being pushed into the back of your mind.

Rotting in your bed wasn't how your early 20s were meant to be spent, and avoiding almost everyone most definitely wasn't the case either.

Your family and Yunjin were the only people you saw daily, as for the friends you once had, they were long forgotten or didn't even bother to reach out. Except for Heeseung and the others.

That, to you, was a really funny thing to think about. People who stuck by you after the break up and swore to be your closest friends didn't try contacting you once you moved back, knowing damn well word traveled fast in the town; whereas the friends you thought hated you were the first to reach out.

"I'll go to that party," you said to Yunjin on a sunny afternoon tanning session by the pool, sunglasses sitting on the bridge of your nose, hiding the apprehension in your eyes.

"Really?" Yunjin almost jumped out of her seat. It was a party she had brought up days ago, still persistent on taking you out. At least this time around, it wasn't in Sunghoon's house, but her friend Chaewon's. "That's great! Chaewon and the girls are super nice, you'll love them. Let's pick a nice outfit for you, okay?"

Yunjin was by far the most enthusiastic one between you and her. She was picking out dresses and tops, literally rummaging through your closet for anything, and you had to remind her it was just a college party. So, you settled for a skirt and a plain top.

"Will you be okay? I'll stick by you," Yunjin had her arms around you, standing by the front door of Chaewon's house, hearing the music blaring from the inside.

"I'm fine—I think I'll be fine—I just don't want to run away from everyone anymore," it was mostly true, you thought it was inevitable to hide all the time, that wasn't how you're going to spend your life living.

"If there's anything, tell me, okay? We'll leave if you're getting sick," Yunjin gave your arm a final squeeze of assurance before crossing the threshold.

It was the same as every party you've gone to. Loud music, drunk college kids, liquor and beers strayed around, it reeked of your nightmare in a nutshell there.

Yunjin's friends were all as lovely as she had promised. The host herself was wobbling on her feet but managed to grace you with her humour. There was Sakura and Kazuha that you learned were foreign students.

Throughout the night, you were stuck by Yunjin, going from circle to circle and introducing yourself or recognising some of your past school mates. But, almost inevitably so, Heeseung, Jay and Jake had made an appearance too.

"Y/N," Jay was the first to call your name, causing you to turn your head at the familiar voice.

Your thoughts during then were jumbled into a mess. The people you were fighting to avoid were standing in front of you, all of which were much different than the memories you had of them in mind.

Three of them had grown taller, gained some muscles and matured in many ways. Jay's hair was dyed pink, Heeseung got new piercings and Jake had a tattoo on his finger. It was strange to admit they're the same people you knew despite feeling the complete opposite of familiarity.

"Hey—" you were cut off by Jay closing in and pulling you into a hug, this for once was something you remembered about him.

"We're so glad you're back," he whispered into your hair, squeezing you tight. It reminded you then that you were friends with him and the guys before you even dated Sunghoon, that connection was deeper than it seemed, and for it to be severed just because of a breakup was gut wrenching to realise. "We're sorry, Y/N, we're so sorry,"

His apology was genuine, that's for sure. Once you pull away, you let both Heeseung and Jake take turns to hug you, whispering apologies into your ear. It was odd, to accept their apologies and having to start afresh. You held onto them, just taking it in. To forgive was a big step, but maybe it was your first step.

You sat there, catching up with them and slowly getting comfortable just like the old days. Heeseung graduated and got a good job offer, Jay and Jake were still studying, both of which were in the same university. You were relieved there was nothing too awkward between you and them, or else you would have regretted your choices.

The night continued on with a few small talks and eventually you had to excuse yourself to the toilet. You wondered how Chaewon's house was so big, with halls that seemed to never end, or it could just be the effects of alcohol.

Stumbling around, you held onto the walls, passing by rooms occupied by people probably doing something unspeakable. You thought your peace of mind would be intact until the end of the night, but you were wrong. Upon turning a corner, you froze.

It was Sunghoon. It was him.

Grief was a funny feeling, especially when it comes to someone you once knew. You stared at him and there he was, like a ghost from your past coming back to haunt you. He was the shell of the person you loved, and you couldn't help but grieve the person he once was. What was he like now?

Before you could even turn around and make a run for it, his wandering eyes landed on you. He had the same thought process as you. Realisation, panic, sadness, confusion all mixed into a heap of feelings.

Your feet started moving on its own, as you stepped back, he took a step forward. Your breath became ragged, heart thumping hard and blood pumping in your ears. He was nearing, and you were running away, it was the same as before.

"Y/N!" He called out, and all it took was him to say your name again to have you stop in your tracks. Gosh, you were pathetic.

He was standing before you now, closer than he was a moment ago. It was then you realised how much he had changed too.

He was taller, smile lines etched much deeper into his face, almost changing along the same wavelengths with the others. There was something different about the way he looked at you, however. From love in his eyes that eventually changed into hatred was now filled with longing and confusion.

"Y/N," he repeated, disbelief evident in his voice, as if he couldn't believe you were there.

"Sunghoon," you blinked, a frown unknowingly making its way to your face. You let a few beats of silence pass, conflicted and nervous. "I—I should leave,"

"No—!" his hand reached out for you, but you didn't feel his touch. He didn't dare to touch you, letting his hand linger before pulling it back to his side. "I mean, you don't have to leave,"

"I thought you hate me,"

Sunghoon's gaze fell to the floor, jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed. He met your eyes once more. "I should hate you, shouldn't I? But I don't think I do, I never did,"

You blinked, a little surprised, a little hurt. All along he had made you think he hated your guts but he actually didn't? "Oh," you seemed to have lost the ability to talk or to compute a proper sentence.

You thought of the things you wanted to ask him. If he was still angry at you or if things were working for him. But, what came out was the question you've stored in the back of your mind instead.

"Are you with someone new?"

You figured he didn't expect such a question from you, much as you didn't expect yourself saying it. It was an itching thought, one that made you look like a typical ex, but you couldn't help it.

"I'm not," he sounded almost exasperated, as if having to squash down this rumour for the thousandth time.

"Oh … oh," you didn't know what to say, averting your gaze away from him and finding comfort in the wall behind him.

Sunghoon paused, gaze following yours, looking reluctant whether or not to continue the conversation, but alas, he did. "How have you been?"

"Bad," you laughed a little, and Sunghoon's ears perked at the sound of it that he hasn't heard for ages. "You?"

"I quit skating,"

That was surprising. How could he have? Skating was his dream, his past, present and supposed future, but now, it came crashing down. You didn't know if you should feel sorry for him, as you have been a part of his journey, but one bit of you also seemed to have started mourning the changed Sunghoon that stood before you.

"Why?"

He shrugged, hands slipping into his pocket with a solemn look. "I lost interest. I'm into music now, I'm in a band with the guys,"

You heaved a breath, a deep one. Ironic it was that he was doing music now when he was the one criticising you in the past for wanting to pursue it. Who even was this person? With a new appearance came a new personality, he was much further away than you thought despite the physical distance.

"You've changed," you didn't know what prompted you to say that, maybe it was the disbelief or the denial that he was someone new, but whatever it was, neither of you could deny the fact that he did change. "I'm scared of the person you've become,"

A beat passed, an unreadable expression on Sunghoon's face that you couldn't distinguish even though by now you thought you'd know every one of them.

"And I'm scared you're still the same."

Seeing Sunghoon that night seemed to have altered something in your life. Somehow, he was everywhere you went.

Who was working at the register? Sunghoon. Who was at the park? Sunghoon. Who was at the party Yunjin managed to drag you to? Sunghoon.

It was haunting.

All those little encounters didn't mean you talked to him like normal, though. The awkward tension in the air still remained, seeing each other only reminded you and him both of your pasts, and you hated it. That explained why you were having a hard time seeing him at another party you were at.

Yunjin was much more of a party goer than you expected, and she successfully convinced you to go to all of them. It was fun until you got drunk and started being emotional. Your efforts of hiding from Sunghoon that night failed when he barged into the empty room you were sobbing in, whether it was accidental or not, you didn't know, you wished to not know.

"Y/N?"

His voice brought back the times he called your name. Both the good and bad ones. You stared up at him from the ground, tears welling your eyes. The person you were looking at was someone you thought was a soulmate, but now stood as someone closer to a stranger than a friend.

"W–what are you doing here? Why are you crying?"

The alcohol messing with your brain was processing his words, but what came out from your lips was the total opposite of an answer. "I'm sorry, Hoonie,"

Sunghoon's eyes widened at the nickname, the privilege that only you had. He kneeled down, taking a seat on the ground opposite you, a visible distance in between.

"I hate this—us—I feel like if we gave it one night, to talk, to just feel—you'd hate me less and make it alright," you choked back the sobs building up in your throat, the dizziness making you unaware of how Sunghoon reached out only to hesitate and pressed his hand back to his side. "Just wish that we could fight now, I'd hold you on the comedown …" your voice faltered, head leaning onto the wall.

"Y/N, you're drunk, we can talk this out another day," Sunghoon striped off his jacket and covered your exposed thighs with it. "Just … don't avoid me. I–I don't hate you, I just hope we can have a decent conversation without thinking about the past,"

He admitted it, how the two of you had secretly been thinking about the past, letting it be a big wall in between instead of growing from it. Yet, you could tell the unspoken anger and sadness still lingered, choosing to pour out gradually and unknowingly.

"Bet you wish you never even met me," you started slurring, hand gripping onto his jacket tightly. "I can't blame you, I broke your every heartbeat," your eyes were shut, images playing in your mind, not knowing the saddened look dawning on Sunghoon's face.

"Let's get you back."

In your sleep that night, you saw him. He was there, so far yet so close, and just like reality, he was hard to reach, harder to understand compared to before. He was a knife cutting deep, leaving a mark that constantly reminded you of the past.

How could you even make everything go back to the way it was?

Sunghoon was on your front door step the night everyone was out for dinner except you.

You hadn't expected him to turn up, thinking it'd be you that stood at his doorstep instead as you still had his jacket from that party (which you do not want to think about again).

"Sunghoon. Hey," the door was opened and you leaned against it, trying your best at hiding the hint of pining in your gaze.

"Oh, hey," he greeted back rather stiffly, dressed in a simple attire with the classic white Lacoste sneakers that he always wore. "I–I wanted to—"

"Take your … jacket?" You cut him off half way, nerves wrecking your brain.

A beat passed, Sunghoom visibly gulped. "Y–Yeah, my jacket,"

"I'll go grab it for you," you jerked your thumb over your shoulder, awkwardly scurrying back in to retrieve his jacket and coming back to see him chewing on his bottom lip, seemingly nervous. "Here. Thanks for it,"

"No problem," Sunghoon coughed, grabbing the jacket but absolutely paying no mind to it. His stare was straight at you.

"That's all, right?"

"Yeah,"

"Yeah," you echoed, hating the sudden rigidness between the two of you. "Bye then, Sunghoon,"

"Bye," Sunghoon said, looking dazed. Weird.

You saw him backing away and decided to close the door, but before you could even do so, a force had stopped you from closing it. Not a force, much rather a hand, his hand. The door was pushed open, and you physically jumped at the suddenness of it. Your eyes met Sunghoon's sorrowful ones.

"Don't push me away, Y/N, not again,"

"Sunghoon,"

He made his way in, closing the door behind him and you let him. Was this seriously happening?

"You said you wanted to give us one night to talk, so I'm here now. I didn't care about the jacket, I cared about you. I hate seeing us like this, it's like we're strangers," Sunghoon let out a frustrated huff, eyebrows furrowed.

"We can't just pretend nothing has happened between us,"

"So you want me to hate you instead? You're saying as if it's easy, Y/N, feelings don't work that way!"

"Then how do we go back to how it was? We can't, that's the truth. You're not the same person I used to know,"

"Cut the bullshit. I'm the same as I was, maybe just a little different than I was years ago, but that doesn't change anything. When does that ever stop you from loving?"

Were you too scared to love?

Sunghoon ran his hand across his face, wetting his lips. "You’re scared of change, and I don’t think that’s something new about you,”

Ouch.

“But I really wish you could let it all go. I don’t hate you, nor do I harbour any anger regarding the things that happened years ago. It hurts, it did, but seeing you now made me feel the opposite of all those emotions,” Sunghoon took a deep breath in, and you were holding yours. “I think about you a lot, actually. I regretted a lot of the things I said and done, and I wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not being there for you and giving you the support you needed. I should've fought for us and not leave, I–I—" Sunghoon choked, unable to hold in his overpowering emotions anymore.

You didn’t say anything, instinctively closing in and pulling him into your arms, letting his head lie on your shoulder, ignoring the feeling of his warm tears soaking the fabric of your shirt. "I'm sorry too, for leaving you so easily,"

You stood there with Sunghoon in your arms, inevitably crying along and sobbing out your own apologies, the ones you had owed him and hidden all these years. He held you tight just as you did, and it felt like the nights he had you in his arms whenever you cried. You eventually calmed down whereas Sunghoon was still composing himself, avoiding your gaze.

You took the opportunity to hug him again, tighter and firmer this time, as if trying to stop him from running away.

"Can we start over? I don't want us to be strangers,"

You heard a sniffle, then a shaky breath of relief. "I'd love to,"

Pulling away, you locked eyes with him. They were twinkling brighter than the stars in the skies outside, filled with a spark of hope. "I'll make us some hot tea. Do you want to … stay over?"

"Can I?"

"I really want you to."

It didn't take more to convince Sunghoon to stay, all you had to do was ask and he'd listen.

That night, you and him hid in your room, talking for the whole night until the break of dawn. Nothing about the way he talked had changed, nor his laughter or the crinkles around his eyes when he smiled. He told you about the band and some side gigs, offering to bring you to some too.

You laid there in bed laughing all night, occasionally peeking over the side of your bed to check up on him who slept on the extra mattress, only to meet his eyes and freeze.

The red string of fate tying you and him together was beginning to reform.

Not feeling dread every time you saw Sunghoon was a new start for you. In fact, you were glad to see him.

The misunderstandings and complexity built up over the years were finally addressed, leaving you to peace and a small hope of rebuilding what you had with him. But you kept that thought away for now, holding onto the pieces you had at the moment.

"Come to one of my gigs," Sunghoon made a trip to your house on a random afternoon, a box of your favourite chocolate covered strawberries in his hand. He never forgot anything about you, didn't he?

"Are you bribing me or asking me?" You said despite accepting the box, your heart squeezing at the thought of him remembering the littlest details about you.

"I'm asking you but also offering a gift," he let himself in, almost like always, and you didn't even notice, just letting him do so. "I saw it and I thought of you so I got it,"

"Thanks," you waved the box a little, setting it down on the table and leaning slightly against it. "You still remember,"

His gaze softened. "Of course I do," his hand by his side was itching to reach out, but it never did, instead, he played it off by giving you a smile. "So, what do you say? This Saturday, watch our gig at the pub,"

"Are you singing?"

"I wish I did," he laughed, and you momentarily recalled the times you had karaoke sessions with him. Curse reminiscence. "I play the bass, Heeseung's the front man,"

You nodded slowly, picturing them as a band and smiling slowly. You've missed them, and it was then when you realised it. "I'll go,"

"Really?"

"Obviously, do you want me to say no?"

"Well, no," Sunghoon chuckled, quite literally unable to hide his excitement from the way he's grinning widely. "I'm just … glad, and surprised, and happy,"

You bit back a smile, shaking your head at him. "Text me the details, will you? I don't want to miss it."

Saturday rolled around quickly. You and Yunjin were sitting in a corner of the pub, beers on the table and whispering gossip about some of your high school classmates. High school might've ended years ago but gossip never stopped.

"Alright, folks, the next act is someone you already know, they are not strangers," the manager of the pub stepped onto the small stage, announcing Sunghoon and the guy's band. "Please welcome … April Nights!"

April?

You bit your tongue, an odd feeling boiling in your stomach. April was the month you broke up with Sunghoon and left for university, it was more than just a coincidence for him and his band to have 'April' in their name. All you knew was the sinking feeling never went away.

"You alright?" Yunjin noticed your silence, casting a worried glance at you.

"April …" you mumbled, eyes staring straight ahead at Sunghoon who was setting up his bass on stage. "There must be something behind it,"

"What?"

"Nothing,"

You shook away that feeling currently eating up and put your focus on Sunghoon instead. It wasn't your first time watching him perform. It has always been him on ice in a big arena, but now it was him on a small stage at a dingy pub.

Sunghoon's eyes wandered all over the room, finally landing on you, a smile spreading on his pretty face. You managed a small smile, waving a little to let him know you're there, you're actually there and not a figment of his imagination, a dream that he has been wishing on for far too long.

The first song they played was an ABBA song. To be specific, it was your favourite ABBA song that you would listen to with Sunghoon in the past. Was it a coincidence?

You knew Heeseung had a vocal of stars, but to hear it for the first time in years was sending you into heaven. However, you failed to keep your focus on him, redirecting it to the bassist. You couldn't stop looking at Sunghoon, and his gaze wouldn't leave yours either.

The second song soon came by, and at that point onwards, you knew it wasn't a coincidence. It only took two songs for you to realise that Sunghoon had prepared a set list of your favourite songs. The band was currently playing Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls, a song you had loved ever since forever.

You shouldn't be feeling light headed, but you were.

The set ended almost a few hours later. It was filled with your favourite songs, undoubtedly. The whole time, you were truly holding your breath, especially when Sunghoon was holding your gaze.

While people were filing in and out of the pub gradually, you stayed. It was well past midnight and Yunjin's cheeks were pink from the alcohol, wandering off to join Heeseung and the others. You, on the other hand, were sober as hell, waiting for Sunghoon with nerve wrecking anticipation.

"Hey, hey, hey. How did we do?" Sunghoon slid into a seat like an apparition appearing out of thin air. You jumped a little, but melted into a smile at the sight of him.

"You guys were great," it was genuine, because they did do amazing, probably more than just amazing. "'April nights', an interesting name,"

Realisation dawned on Sunghoon's face, he swallowed thickly. "I—yeah. April was an interesting month,"

"The set list …"

"Right, the set list," he chuckled, shifting on his feet a little nervously and stiffly. "I figured since you're here I'll play some of your favourite songs,"

"Oh," you let out softly, not knowing what else to say, this was something you found yourself acting around Sunghoon now. "That's … nice,"

Sunghoon gouged your expressions and the tone of your voice, a slow frown etching onto his tired face. "Did you not … like it? I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable,"

"No, it's not that! I'm just—" you paused, thinking of an appropriate word to describe how you felt. Frankly, you didn't know your exact feelings. "—surprised and … confused?"

"Confused?"

"Sunghoon, we're exes, and you pulling this isn't exactly helping—this—" you gestured to the space between you and him. "Us,"

Sunghoon was silent for a moment, occasionally opening his mouth to say something just to close it before he could. "I—maybe I read it all wrong, I thought—you know what, forget it,"

"Don't. Just tell me," you reached over for him, but didn't touch his hand. "What are we? We're not exactly best friends nor are we enemies. I don't want any tension between us and I don't want you to think you have zero chance at all," you breathed, searching for his eyes. "I would want us to work out again, if that's what you want too,"

Sunghoon's eyes glistened with a spark of hope, relief washing over his face. It was an answer to his question. "I want us to work out. I want us to have another chance," his hand reached out for yours the first time since you've seen each other, feeling the warmth of his touch that you were no stranger to. He carefully and gently intertwined his hand with yours.

"We'll always find our way back to each other."

It was odd but comforting to know that nothing has changed when it came to you and Sunghoon.

Sunghoon brought you to your favourite places, ate your favourite dishes, did your favourite activities as an attempt to rekindle everything back. Safe to say it was working.

Just like the first dates you had together, you felt yourself having the same bubbly feeling internally, the same giggles you caught yourself having after a stupid joke he made. Despite all that, over the course of a few weeks, it had you wondering about your relationship with him.

"Will you date him again?" Yunjin could tell you were struggling, even if you didn't say it, it was still quite evident.

"What's with the sudden question?"

"Well, considering he has taken you out on so many dates and still hasn't asked you to be his girlfriend again, I could tell you're troubled,"

"Okay, mind reader," you grumbled and shifted in your seat, hating how right she was. "He said he wanted to give us a chance again, so I was expecting that—you know—we'd get back together soon,"

"Your 'soon' seems a bit urgent, but I don't blame you," Yunjin shrugged, gaze softening at your words. "I can tell how much love there still is between the two of you. It's natural to gravitate towards each other, but time, time is what you need to heal the scars, Y/N. It's been years, give yourself time."

You suppose giving yourself time truly was what you needed. But when you mentally said you needed space, you didn't mean wanting Sunghoon to ignore you.

That's right. He was ignoring you.

How did you know? Apparently, the hard way.

Calls, messages were all brushed aside. You didn't even see him physically. At one point, you considered him dead, but seeing him at a party proved to you that he wasn't.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

Cornering him was a challenge, but being headstrong and slightly buzzed, nothing could possibly stop you.

"Y/N?"

"Wow, I'm surprised you remember my name," you seethed, almost stumbling forward and throwing a punch at him. "So, we're playing the game where you get back at me and ghost me after all that we've been through lately? Sweet! Could've given me a head's up though,"

"What? You're the one who's planning to abandon me just like before!"

"What are you even saying?"

"Your email, Y/N. I saw your email. How you have a big job in London and you just can't wait to join, throwing me away like a summer's fling right before you leave,"

"You're not making any sense, I'm not accepting that role!" You were heaving at anger at this point, matching the fumes emitting from Sunghoon's ears. "You dickhead! I'm literally throwing my dreams away and you're here thinking I'm leaving you again? Is that what you thought of first? Oh, maybe you could've just asked me, but you didn't, just like the past,"

Bringing up the past had triggered something not only in you but him. He blinked, keeping silent but chewing anxiously on the inside of his cheek.

"You never changed, huh?"

You heaved a deep breath, shaking your head a little, not to answer his question, but at him.

"Well I guess that makes the both of us."

"I fucked it up, didn't I?"

The night after the confrontation, you woke up on Yunjin's couch with a hangover thanks to your habit of drinking your problems away. Remembering Sunghoon's face and the feelings you felt literally had you shrivelling back into the couch, a deep frown etched on your face.

"Partly, yes, but mostly, no," you felt the couch dip beneath Yunjin's weight as she joined your side, a warm cup of coffee in her hand. "He fucked up first, but I think it's all just a big misunderstanding,"

"I don't we've healed from it," you took the cup from her and drank from it. "He's scared of me leaving and I was considering leaving again. Maybe we're just not meant to be,"

Yunjin sighed, moving her body closer to you and placing a comforting hand on yours. "If you're not leaving, that means you're staying, which also means you get to make it right. You get to have time to mend it all unlike the last time,"

"I have to make it right, don't I?"

A nod of confirmation from Yunjin was all you needed to know your next step. So, you decided to show up at his gig in the same exact pub without thinking through it twice.

"He's not here tonight," Heeseung looked thoroughly puzzled by your sudden appearance, and it seemed none of them knew about the small altercation you had with Sunghoon.

"Really?"

"Yeah, he's been acting a bit … off. We asked him to take a night off, maybe you should give him a call."

If only it was that easy.

Walking back home with a dejected heart was not the plan you had in mind. A part of you even thought this was truly the end, maybe he reached the conclusion of going no contact and you have no choice but to accept it. Was this karma?

It didn't help that you walked past the park that you and Sunghoon used to run off to back in the past. The exact bench which you and him sat on still resided there. Your curious mind led your legs towards it, taking a seat and remembering all the memories you shared with him.

Being alone under the night sky and getting accompanied by the dim light coming from the street lamp had given you a chance to rethink your choices about coming back home, whether it was worth it to see Sunghoon once again and try for the closure you never got. Well, look where it got you now.

The ruffles of the leaves got you snapping your head towards the direction of the noise, but it only landed on a figure.

"Y/N?"

You squinted, waiting until the figure walked under the streetlamp to distinguish that it was … Sunghoon. You should be feeling glad now that he was there in front you, but why were you feeling the exact opposite?

"Sunghoon? W–what are you doing here?" You stood up, watching him getting closer, the anguish in his face was clear.

"I–I … I went to look for you," he started, carefully and slowly inching closer until there's a comfortable distance between you both. "You weren't home and I thought … that was it,"

That was a fatal flaw you and him shared, wasn't it?

"I went to the pub to look for you too," your voice came out in a hushed whisper, breathing becoming ragged. "And you weren't there, so I thought … I thought it was the end too,"

"Fuck's sake, I know I said this many times but I'm sorry, Y/N," he sounded desperate, apologetic and almost exasperated. "I'm sorry for assuming things and ignoring you, I guess I never really got rid of the avoiding thing. I'm just … scared of you leaving me and I can't accept it again,"

"I'm not leaving, Hoonie," you were the first to reach out, to touch him and pull him into your embrace. "I didn't think you'd see that email so I never said anything about it. But I'm not leaving, okay? Not this time, never again. I'm here and I'm staying,"

You heard Sunghoon's quiet breathing next to your ear, his calming heartbeat thrumming against your shoulder. "I'm sorry, I really am, Y/N. I said I wanted to make this right but why does it feel like I'm fucking it all up?"

"You're not, Hoon, trust me. If I have to be honest here, both of us have past scars that aren't healed yet. It takes time, one step at a time, and that was what I learned. I think we're not fully healed from the past," you held onto him tighter, spilling all your hidden truths. "We can make it right, but first, we have to forgive ourselves, forgive each other and move on,"

Sunghoon pulled away a little, but his arms still remained around you. It was the first time you were ever so close to him since the split, wholly vulnerable and showing him your truest emotions.

"I forgive you," he whispered, pearly tears threatening to spill from the edge of his eyes. "And I'm sorry again,"

"I forgive you too," your grip on his jacket tightened, a small comforting smile appearing on your lips, one that Sunghoon reciprocated.

"I don't think I'll ever stop loving you," he confessed, a little out of the blue, but it was something he needed to get out of his system before he burst. "Those years when you were away, I see you in everyone else, I don't think anyone could ever compare. I still love you even after this long,"

Your mind was in a haze upon hearing his confession, sincerity and longing hidden in his words but evident in his eyed. For a moment, you thought of what you could say, but nothing came to mind, so you did the first thing your body told you to. You kissed him. Actually, it was more of a peck, a simple quick peck that was enough to shock both him and you.

"I'm sorry!" You saw his wide eyes and wondered if it was a good time to have even done that.

Sunghoon melted into an expression of adoration, a wide smile etched on his lips, as if in both disbelief and relief that you kissed him. "Don't be sorry," he stepped closer, only an inch measured the distance between you and him. The space became smaller when he leaned down, eyes flickering down to your lips. "Can I?"

Was this happening? "Yeah,"

Sunghoon didn't waste any moment in meeting your lips with his. It was natural, easy, for you to kiss him just like first instinct. The amount of desperation, sadness, anger and love were poured into the way he kissed you. There wasn't any urgency, but it spoke louder than intended.

It was short, but it was enough to let the both you know the true feelings you harboured for each other. By the time you pulled away from him, you felt his eyes on you, a giggle erupted from you unexpectedly, and he started joining in.

You really looked like a lovesick fool standing under the streetlamp with your lover.

"Do you want to stop by that old spot we used to go to?" Sunghoon suggested, a little shyly this time.

"The one nearby?"

"That one,"

"Let's go then." you nodded, casting him a soft smile.

Sunghoon didn't say much, but his hand did the talking by reaching for yours. He held onto it tightly, intertwining his fingers with yours and swinging your interlocked hands as you walked. He might've not said much, but you could tell how he felt.

Feelings might be complicated, and making amends with the history behind a broken relationship was equally challenging, but what mattered most was getting back with the one who you called your soulmate, your lover, your best friend.

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sister-lucifer · 1 year

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yo i want to see headcannons of any of the marble hornets or even ticci toby with a cottagecore fem s/o, how would they react with the way she styled herself? i mean.. they are a vicious ruthless monster and then here she is their s/o who is just love nature, 70s fashion, sweet and friendly like yk

Proxies with a cottagecore S/O

Toby, Tim/Masky + Brian/Hoodie x Gender Neutral Reader (Separately)

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons

Content/Warnings: Toby’s section gets a bit suggestive because that’s how he is (small touches, staring, ogling, but it’s all light), a minuscule mention of blood, mostly fluff

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio (request rules + masterlist in pinned post)!

Also, please reblog! it’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out

Feedback is encouraged and appreciated:)

Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!

Toby

Oooohhhh this boy

Keep in mind, he’s about 19, 20

Those horny teenager hormones are still coursing through him, and they aren’t leaving any time soon

Seeing you in such cute little clothes gets him a liiiiittle worked up, he just can’t help it!

If you’re wearing pants, he’s eyeing you up when you walk away, 100%

If you’re wearing a skirt, don’t be surprised if his hands wander up your thighs

He’ll stop if you tell him to of course, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable! But if he knows he’s got the green light, you know what to expect

He also loooooves that you love nature! He loves it too!

Be prepared to pick all the leaves and sticks out of his hair when he comes back home after a long day/night

And also wash the blood of off him (don’t be surprised if he asks you to join him in the shower)

AND be prepared for him to bring back random bugs, frogs, and other small animals and try to convince you to let him keep them

(do not let him)

He’ll definitely be bringing back random plants and berries to see if you can cook with them

He’s really good at foraging, although he’d be significantly better if he could remember what’s edible and what’s not

He’s got some brain damage and ADHD but he tries his best yk

Just pat his head and tell him he’s done good

He also may or may not sneak into your closet to try on your clothes every once in a while

Masculine, feminine, androgynous, he doesn’t care! He likes your clothes!

Overall he’s rather sweet, if a bit oblivious; you may have to teach him a few things, but he’ll learn for you!

Tim/Masky

Tim grew up in an old farmhouse, he knows a lot about this sort of thing!

In fact, your cottagecore aesthetic is borderline nostalgic for him, it really warms his heart in a way he’s waaaay too embarrassed to ever admit, even if he personally doesn’t partake in the lifestyle

He’ll totally adjust fine to the cottagecore life

He’s had his fair share of experience with cooking with whatever he can forage from the woods (and he actually knows what can and can’t be eaten), so he’s very helpful in the kitchen!

He’s also a very skilled hunter, so he’s more than willing to bring back a fresh kill for you to cook

He’ll skin it and do all the dirty work for you, that way your job is easy

In return all you have to do cook him dinner while he’s in the shower washing off the smell, and he’ll be happy

He thinks your style is absolutely adorable, even if he won’t outright say it!

That’s okay though, because you can see it in the way his eyes widen a bit when you come down the stairs all dressed up in the prettiest little outfit he could ever imagine

He’ll pause and look down, exhaling the smoke from his cigarette before looking up and giving a brief compliment:

“Lookin’ good, sweetheart.”

He’s kinda emotionally constipated, but you’ll learn to read him

If you craft, please give him homemade gifts!

Baskets, wreaths, flower arrangements, whatever little cottagecore trinket you can conjure

You’ll have his heart forever

One of Tim’s favorite pastimes is whittling, so don’t he surprised if he leaves a little deer statue on your beside table as a thank you

Tim isn’t high maintenance or hard to satisfy at all, he’s more than happy to share a quaint little cottage with you

All he needs is a kiss on the cheek when he leaves for ‘work’ to keep him warm until he can hug you again

Brian/Hoodie

Brian is probably the most well versed on internet aesthetics, and dare I say may even be a bit cottagecore himself!

It’s a lot more subtle of course, but you can see it in the way he hoards potted plants and persistently makes sure the hummingbird feeder and bird bath are full

He’s also the most invested in nature, if that makes sense; he knows a lot about the native flora and fauna of his area and will always point them out to you if you’re around

It’s not unusual for you to catch him staring out the window at the birds

He doesn’t really like to cook and he doesn’t forage since it’s not something that’s ever interested him, but he has a way with sewing!

He collects patches for his bags and clothes, and he likes to alter and add to his own garments

He’s phenomenal with patchwork and fixing up tears

Never again will you have to be upset about a rip in your favorite dress or a split seam in your best pair of pants!

Brian will have it fixed up like new in no time

You won’t even be able to tell it was ever torn!

Although he doesn’t forage, Brian always brings a bag with him to pick up any plants he hasn’t seen before or wants more of

If he particularly likes one he’ll uproot it and put it in a pot to keep in your cottage

Soon half of your house will belong to the plants, but it’s okay because he makes sure they’re arranged cutely

He cares just as much about the aesthetic as you do, don’t worry

He definitely likes to match outfits too!

If he’s ever in town and sees a piece of clothing he likes, he’s buying another (or at least the closest thing) for you too

Be ready for many fashion shows, all while he compliments every single outfit (and you’d better do the same for him!)

When he’s home there will certainly be many calm, domestic nights filled with mundane couples activities and exhausting laughter

He’s a romantic at heart, and nothing will ever change that

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cherrryxx · 4 months

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I think your writing style si wonderful! If you're willing, I'd like yo request somethingfirm Smoker from One Piece, anything would be nice! Even if You don't write about it, I appreciate You reading My request. And keep writing, You do it amazing!

I'm writing this with Google Translate, so please excuse any translation errors.

Thank you so much! I personally love smoker so this request is something I’d love to write 🩷

How it Begins

SMOKER X M!READER HCS

Warnings: marine reader, m!reader, Smoker is in de nile, reader is a little dumb but cocky at the same time, relationship headcannons, sexuality headcannons

- Definitely took this man forever to even admit his feelings

- Before you officially got together, it was obvious to almost everyone (except himself) that he had feelings for you

- if you pointed out his soft spot for you it was rewarded with an extra week of chores and a “You don’t know what you’re talkin’ about kid.”

- Which has landed you with a total of two months of excess chores at some point, mostly because you kept being insistent on it:

“Admit it, you like me captain!” You jeer, leaning back in your chair across from Smoker.

“F’ ya don’t shut up I’m giving you a month of extra work.” He growled, gripping his drink. But you got a little cocky, grinning when you noticed how his face was slightly tinted pink.

“Sureee,” you cackle, “That’s why you freaked out last week when I had to go to the infirmary for a *broken leg*.” You raise an eyebrow, “Which wasn’t even broken, just hurt like hell. Wasn’t even bleeding and you acted all like I was dyin’”

Smoker slammed his drink down on the table, earning a surprised look from nearby marines. “That was only because you act all dramatic, ya idiot. How was I supposed to know you weren’t dyin when you howled like you’ve been stabbed!” He retorted, but when he saw your unconvinced face he huffed.

“Get out of my face. You have an extra month of mopping the deck for being a nuisance.”

When you argued he added another week, which turned into another whole month as you continued to protest.

- Smoker did actually admit his feelings once he thought it was his last chance

- AKA you were both on the battlefield and he thought you were going to die. But once you recovered in the hospital and reminded him of his confession, he told you (unseriously) that he wished you stayed in the coma

- needless to say after a lonnnnggggg discussion about feelings, and a minor talk about the fact that Smoker hasn’t had romantic feelings for a man before:

- After you and Smoker grew closer he was comfortable enough to reveal that he felt that he was simply unlabeled or demiromantic.

“I guess, I don’t know. I just like someone, not in specific ways, I feel like it’s just a click.” He said, sitting on the edge of his bed as he spoke to you.

You sigh and sit next to him, “I don’t know why you’re all worked up about this. You don’t owe me an answer, or anything about that.” You assure him.

- After some time the two of you became more physically affectionate, to the notice of other marines

- But, if any of them were to even attempt say anything he’d give them a glare sharp enough to cut up any words they might have to say

- He was more loving with you behind closed doors, once work was done for the day and he could have you to himself in your (now shared) bunk.

- Smoker loved when he could wrap his arms around you with no one else to see

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sailor-aviator · 5 months

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Til the Summer Comes Again: Chapter One

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader

"I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.'" — Lewis Carrol

Summary: Bob was a winter spirit who loved what he did. He loved making individual snowflakes. He loved the way the snow sparkled in the winter sun. He loved the laughter his creations brought to people around the world. What he didn't expect, was to fall in love with a human girl from a small town. He has until the summer comes again for her to reciprocate his feelings if he wants to remain on earth, but will the shadows that haunt her get in the way of happily ever after? (JackFrost! AU)

Trigger Warnings: Language, Flirting, Talks of past trauma, Allusions to depressive episodes, Allusions to failing, Magic, Elemental/Seasonal Spirits, Mentions of feeling watched. I think that's it.

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: I realize that not too terribly much happened in this chapter, but things are just getting warmed up! Be sure to join the tag list too if you haven't already so you don't miss out on any updates! I'd love to hear y'all's thoughts, and stay tuned for an exciting little announcement. As always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! You can find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator where all of my works will also be published! If you enjoy my work, please consider sending me a tip!

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There was a chill in the air as you walked into the tired, old bookstore on the corner of main and first. The building was as old as the town of North Island, Maine itself. You weren’t sure if it had always been a bookstore, but it had been ever since your mother was a child. She had insisted on moving closer to her parents who were getting on in years, and your father had readily complied as his job allowed him the privilege of working remotely. Your mother would bring you with her to the bookstore every so often, perusing the old books as you sat in the corner with whatever book had caught your eye that day.

“There’s magic in old books, Sugar Plum,” she would say. “You just have to know where to look for it.”

And while you loved books, dance was your first love, hence your mother’s nickname for you. She had loved dancing as a child, but left it behind in pursuit of other endeavors, something she regretted immensely. Which is why she had signed you up for dance lessons at an early age, and when you were cast as a sugar plum fairy alongside the older girls one year? She was ecstatic, calling you her little sugar plum so much that the name had just stuck, even beyond the world of dance.

Your mother had led you into the kindergarten classroom as your little hands wrapped around her leg nervously.

“There’s no need to be scared, Sugar Plum,” she had cooed, coaxing you out from behind her as you peered around the room at the other children with your little eyes. “Everyone here is new too.”

“But I don’t wanna leave you,” you pouted, tears springing to your eyes at the thought of your mother leaving you behind. She kneeled down in front of you, rubbing her hands up and down your arms in a bid to soothe you.

“It won’t be forever,” she assured you, smiling softly. “It’s only until three o’clock today. And then you get to come home!”

“What if no one likes me?” You whispered, the tears threatening to spill over now. It was one thing to be in a new place by yourself, but for no one to like you on top of it? Your mind couldn’t comprehend the horror.

“That’s not going to happen, Sugar Plum,” she chuckled, running a hand over your hair. “How could anyone not like you?”

Before you could answer, a girl with dark hair and big brown eyes came skipping up to the two of you with a huge smile.

“Hi!” she chirped, looking at you. “I’m Natasha, but you can call me Nat. What’s your name?”

You gave it to her, still clinging to your mother. “But my family calls me Sugar Plum.”

“Sugar Plum?” Nat hummed, cocking her head to the side in thought. “Like the fairies?”

You perked up at her words, letting go of your mother’s pant leg and stepping forward.

“Yeah!” You grinned. “I wanna be in the ballet!”

“You dance?” She asked, eyes growing wide as you nodded. “That’s so cool! Come on, I wanna tell Bradley and Reuben!”

You followed after her, giggling. You turned just long enough to wave goodbye to your mother before running off after Nat who introduced you to the two boys.

The little group had adopted you quickly, and the years passed with them by your side. They came to every dance recital you had, cheering you on as best they could, and every cancelled weekend plan was forgiven as you chased your dream of making it big as a dancer.

“There’s always next time,” Nat had assured you while Bradley and Reuben nodded alongside her.

“Chase your dreams, SP,” Reuben had grinned.

“We’ll be waiting for you on the other side,” Bradley had tossed in, ruffling your hair.

You couldn’t have asked for better friends, truly.

And then it had all come crashing down. The memory of the spotlight on you, standing on the stage and being unable to move, the tears that had streamed down your face as you stared into a wall of darkness. The unseen eyes that stared back at you before you ran off the stage.

It had been humiliating, and it had been your friends who had helped you pick up the pieces afterwards.

“You don’t have to try again now,” Nat had assured you, wiping your tears when they fell. You had all been gathered in your room a couple of days after the incident, you in your pajamas and buried under piles of blankets. “It’s okay to take the time to rest.”

“Who needs to go to a fancy school, anyway?” Bradley had smiled, hugging you close into his side. “You don’t need someone else to tell you how good you are.”

“Dopey here has a point,” Reuben added, earning a scowl from the other man. “You’re amazing, SP. We’ve known that all along. You just gotta be the one to realize it now.”

Their words still echoed in your mind months later. Since that day, you had gotten a quiet, part-time job at your beloved bookstore, working under the watchful eye of Pete Mitchell.

“Call me Mav or Maverick,” he had smiled at you when he offered you the job, and you had agreed with the condition that he call you by your nickname as well. Maverick was a kind, older man. A local who had left for decades before coming back.

“What did you do while you were away?” You asked him one day. You had dreamed of leaving the small town too, one day, but that dream seemed so far away now. He hummed, thumbing through an ancient-looking book. The ink was fading against the yellowed pages, but there was an air of mystery surrounding the tome.

“I did several things,” he answered, glancing up at you. “Learned lots of things. Maybe one day I’ll teach you.”

Maverick was a strange, old man.

You weren’t the only one that worked at the bookstore. Maverick had three attendants that worked in the store with you, and they were an odd bunch to be sure. There was Jake, a handsome blond with a cocky smile. He was a man who was sure of himself, and more than once he had tried to woo you with all kinds of flowers and one liners. Next was Javy, a stoic charmer whose smile felt like you were bathing in the sun. He was the most levelheaded out of the three and the one you went to when you needed help with a project. Last, was Mickey. Mickey appeared to be the closest in age to you with a grin always on his face as he hopped around the store. He was also the most animated of the three, reminding you of a puppy with his seemingly endless amounts of energy.

The three seemed normal enough, but odd as well. One or more of them would often pop up out of nowhere, sending you into near cardiac arrest a number of times. There were times where you’d catch Jake talking to the plants around the store, and you would almost swear you’d see the plant perk up as he crooned at them. Then there was the time Javy got so mad at Jake after the blond had “forgotten” to do the dusting for the fifth time that week, and you swear the gust of wind that followed was calculated. Or the time that you heard Mickey sneeze followed by Jake shouting, “dammit, Mickey!” You had rounded the corner to find the brunette grimacing sheepishly as Jake frantically slapped out the smoldering document. It wasn’t until later that you realized that there hadn’t been a candle in sight.

Yes, they were an odd bunch to be sure, but you were very fond of them.

“What are you three doing hanging around an old bookstore like this, anyway?” You had asked them one day. Mickey had perked up from where he was looking over a book that had seen better days, grinning at you wildly.

“Oh, we’re his apprentices!” He laughed. “He’s teaching us ma-”

“How to manage books,” Javy interrupted, stepping over and placing a hand at the base of Mickey’s neck. Mickey winced, scowling up at the larger man. “Maverick is teaching us how to take care of all of the older books here.”

“I see,” you hummed as Mickey shrugged the other man off, shooting him a glare before fixing his gaze back on you. “What got you into old books then?”

“What’s not to like about old books?” Jake grinned, leaning forward and shooting you a wink. “There’s so much magic in them, isn’t there?”

Javy shot him a warning look as you fixed the blond with a blank stare.

“I didn’t know you knew how to read,” you mused, turning back to the stack of books you were cataloging in the computer. Javy let out a booming laugh as the grin on Jake’s face dropped. Mickey snickered as you fought back a smirk at the dumbfounded look on the blond’s face. Jake recovered quickly, the grin easing back onto his face.

“I’m full of surprises, dewdrop,” he winked. You rolled your eyes as you continued with your work, the telltale sound of Maverick’s shoes clacking against the hardwood. He rounded the corner from the back, staring at your small group.

“I need you three to follow me,” he said, gesturing to the boys as he turned back the way he came. You sighed, waving the trio off as they bid you goodbye. It was late, and you doubted they’d make another appearance before the end of your shift. Oftentimes when Maverick came to fetch them, they’d disappear for hours, and sometimes you wouldn’t even see them for days. You thought it odd, initially, but you learned to not question it. You were thankful to have a job with enough hours to keep you busy, and Maverick paid you well for the seemingly inconsequential work that you did around the shop.

Once the three men disappeared beyond the back door, Maverick poked his head back around the doorframe.

“SP?”

“Yes?”

“Why don’t you go on ahead and head home for the night?” He suggested, smiling warmly. “The weather is supposed to get bad here soon, and I don’t like the thought of you being out there in it by yourself. You can go ahead and lock the shop up behind you.”

“Okay, Mav,” you smiled, setting the stack of books to the side as he nodded and once again disappeared behind the door.

You made sure things were closed up the way they needed to be, double checking to make sure that the backdoor was locked before grabbing your coat, scarf, and gloves. You peaked out the window to see that the snow was already starting to fall onto the quiet street outside, and you stopped to admire the stillness that seemed so otherworldly. Winter had always been your favorite time of year. You loved the snow, the laughter, ice skating, and how warm everything felt despite the frigid temperatures. Winter was finally here.

You made sure to tuck your ears beneath your hat, pulling your scarf up around your face as you exited the shop, the bell signaling your departure. With key in hand, you locked the door, giving it a tug to make sure that it was in place before starting the ten minute walk down the street to your home. The frigid air kissed at your cheeks, bringing warmth to the surface as you continued to trek through the heavy falling snow. A chill ran up your spine, and you stopped in your tracks, feeling eyes on you. You whirled around, looking for any sign of life as you stood alone on the street. Most everyone else was at home, snug underneath their blankets or by their fireplaces, and not a soul could be seen from where you were standing. This happened to you often, this feeling of being watched. You had felt it since you were a little girl. Sometimes it wasn’t too bad, like the feeling of a guardian angel watching over you and keeping you safe. But other times, times like this? The feeling was sinister, like whatever it was that was watching you would devour you whole.

You drew your coat tighter around your shivering form, turning back towards the way home. You had gotten good at walking home quickly over the years, but you always wondered if there was a reason for your rush of adrenaline. You hoped you never found out.

Bob followed Tom towards the bookshop, the sign on the front already reading, “sorry, we’re closed!” Bob frowned. He was hoping he could have seen you before you left, but perked up when he remembered that he would see you soon, and this time you would be able to see him.

Tom stopped in front of the wooden door, knocking three times and waiting. A figure appeared from the depths of the shop, walking up to the door and peering out the glass. Tom waited patiently as the man on the other side unlocked the door, opening it with a warm smile.

“Tom,” he greeted, pulling the winter spirit into a hug. Tom chuckled, patting the man on the back.

“Maverick,” he smiled, pulling back and gesturing towards the younger sprite. “This is Bob.”

The man, Maverick, fixed his gaze on Bob, studying him for a moment before smiling.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he said with a nod in his direction. He stepped back to allow enough room for the two men to enter. “Come in. The others are already in the back.”

The others? Bob frowned at that, but followed Tom into the building nonetheless. The two waited for Maverick to lock the door behind them before leading them behind the counter and into the back. The three men walked down a flight of stairs that led into a spacious room lined with bookshelves. Three other men stood in the room, their faces lifting at the sight of the joining men. Bob instantly recognized them as fellow sprites, albeit different from him, and his curiosity was piqued as he glanced between Maverick and Tom.

“What? Did you want to collect the whole set, Mav?” the blond joked, eyeing Bob with a wicked grin, green eyes sparkling with mischief. A spring spirit, no doubt. Maverick chuckled as the winter spirits followed him to the center of the room, shoving his hands into his pants pockets.

“Nothing like that, Jake,” he smiled. “Just doing a favor for an old friend, is all.”

“So how do we fit in to this favor?” Chirped the smaller of the three, bouncing from one foot to the other. An autumn sprite, maybe?

“We’re going to do a spell,” Maverick continued, moving over towards the far wall where a desk sat. He picked up one of the heavy tomes, turning around to face the group once again. “A spell that requires ancient magic, and lots of it.”

“And what’s more ancient than the seasons?” Hummed the last of the spirits, his eyes still trained on Bob and Tom. Bob could feel the warmth radiating off of him from across the room. No doubt a summer sprite.

“That’s right,” Maverick smiled, glancing up at the summer sprite. “And as my apprentices, I’ll need your help with it. Yours too, Tom, if you don’t mind.”

The old, winter spirit smiled good-naturedly, watching as Maverick began to place candles around the edges of a chalk circle in the center of the room. Once they were placed to his liking, he turned to Bob, gesturing towards the center of the elaborate design.

“Bob, if you wouldn’t mind standing in the center here.”

Bob did as instructed, eyeing everyone wearily until his eyes landed on Tom. He nodded, giving the young man a reassuring smile that served to put his mind at ease.

“Alright then,” Maverick mumbled, scanning the text of the book in his hand. “I’ll need the rest of you at the cardinal positions.”

The spirits moved to their respective decisions. To the south, summer. To the east, spring. To the west, autumn. And finally, Tom took his position at north, waiting for his friend to continue.

“Bob.”

The winter sprite turned to look at Maverick who had a gentle smile on his face.

“Do you understand what you’re getting into?” He asked, eyes flickering to Tom for the briefest of seconds. “You’ll have until the end of the season to make the spell permanent. That means you have to earn the love of another human. If you don’t, you’ll turn back into your original form permanently. Do you understand?”

Bob nodded firmly, thinking of you. He wanted you to see him, to feel for him what he felt for you. He would show you how much he loved you, and he would convince you to feel the same way.

“From what I’ve heard, it sounds like you already have someone in mind,” the warlock continued. If Bob could blush, he would have, but instead he gave the man a bashful look. “Are you sure you’re willing to risk this?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” he spoke, pushing his shoulders back and puffing his chest out. He was sure about you. Maverick looked at him for another moment before nodding, turning his attention to the other men in the room.

“I need you all to concentrate your magic onto him,” he instructed. The four men nodded, gathering their magic around them. Bob felt a strange hum fill the air as Maverick began to read out the text from the book. It wasn’t in any language Bob had ever heard of, but he was fairly young compared to some of the other sprites. He could feel the energy start to swirl around him as a strange feeling coursed through his veins. It was hard to describe what he was feeling, but Bob likened it to the feeling of melting snow, like warmth coursing through him for the first time in his existence. He felt the air leave him as the energy buzzed louder and louder, Maverick’s chanting growing distant as Bob was forced to his knees. His fingers clutched at the ground as his vision blurred, his head pounding from the force of the magic that encapsulated him. He gasped for breath, blue eyes meeting the wise ones of Tom as they watched him worriedly. Bob closed his eyes as the spell tore apart his very being, stitching him back together into something new. It felt like hours passed, but it had surely only been a few minutes.

Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped. An eerie calm filled the room as Maverick collapsed into the chair behind him, the three younger sprites, falling to their own knees. Only Tom stood unaffected, his age and power protecting him from the draining spell. Maverick pulled out a handkerchief to wipe at his sweaty brow, looking much paler than he had minutes before.

“It’s done,” he murmured, closing the tome with a definite thud.

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synopsis;;

Steve was a good boy. Was…

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sub and complete inexperienced yet not innocent steve, references to the bible (algo unholy use of steve’s one) and church, mocking of god, the bible and sins (PLEASE AGAIN, DO NOT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY), cursing, alcohol drug use, dry humping, dirty talk, nipple play, teasing, smut, p in v sex, dumbification, masturbation (m and f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), worshipping kink & god kink (kinda???), overstimulation, dacryphilia (kinda?), non protected sex (GUYS STDS ARE REAL, WRAP THE DONG UP), cream pie, finger fucking, chocking, praising, degradation, multiple orgasms… MINORS DNI!!!

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‘ What do you want to do now? ’

Steve Harrington was a good boy. A straight A’s student, not a big fan of parties, hated alcohol, didn’t so drugs kind of good boy. And… he was really religious. He had always been. He accompanied his family to church every Sunday, went to a religious school and based his reading on his worn bible before going to bed every night. At his eighteen years of life, the most ‘unholy’ thing he had ever done was lie, and he made sure to swear that he’d never do it again.

But that oath didn’t age well, since he was, once again, lying about the fact that he’ll be staying over one of his church friends’ when he was planted in front of the biggest party he had ever seen —the only one he had ever seen, to be honest—.

Although Steve was a good boy, his best friend, Eddie Munson, surely wasn’t. They were complete polar opposites. You just had to stare at them to see that. Whilst Steve seemed like a complete church boy with his button shirt tucked on his caqui pants and his school’s white little sleeveless sweater on top. —He looked so nerdy and cute with those glasses of his…— Eddie looked like a rockstar, with his smeared eyeliner, long curly hair, black clothes and metal tees…

Nobody knew how the two of them could be such good friends… But they were. Eddie was a bad influence, always breaking the rules and getting in trouble. And Steve was… the good influence, the pure one of the couple, always in charge of putting some sense into Eddie’s head when his mind convinced him on doing things that seemed like a good idea when in reality were not and getting him out of trouble. They worked.

Eddie loved to hang out with Steve, always trying to make him do something bad and ‘unholy’ but always getting a ‘no’ for an answer. And he thought that it will be that way forever, but surprisingly enough, Steve had acceded to go with him to one of those crazy parties he always attended. So there they were, stepping into the packed house and automatically being hit by the smell of cheap alcohol, weed and hormones.

Steve didn't like it. He couldn’t help scrunching his nose, overwhelmed by the new surroundings. The air was saturated and it was too warm, making his glasses slightly fog.

Eddie laughed at his face, pushing one of his arms over his best friend’s shoulders and dragging him further inside with him. Steve felt as if the devil had took a hold on him and dragged him to Hell.

"Yo Eddie! Got some crystal?" Oh, right. Another thing about Eddie was that he was popular. Really popular. A lot of people waved at him as the two of them passed by. Probably due to his incredible stash and weed. But either ways, he had a lot of friends.

"Look for me later, 'lright? I´ll see what I can do for you then, pretty girls." the girls that had approached him smiled, nodding and giggling as they took off.

"Crystal?" Steve wondered, to what Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Meth, Stevie. Meth." the brunette scrunched his face. He was well aware that Eddie was a dealer, he wasn't that stupid, he just didn't know much about it. And honestly, he'd like to keep it that way. Of course he was concerned for his best friend's well being, but Eddie had promised him that he wasn't getting into anything hard, weed was his way to go. "That's shit is selling like Benny's burgers." he shook his head, pulling him down the hallway and towards the salon, which connected to an open garden with pool and where the dancing floor took place.

"Eddie!!!" both of them turned to a blonde smiley girl with a cigarette on her left hand.

"Robin!" he seemed just as pleased to see the blue eyed as her to see him. "What are you doing here!?" the arm that stood around his shoulder fell when he stepped closer to her to pull her into a tight hug.

"Oh, you know... y/n." she rolled her eyes, still a happy smile making her cheeks swell.

Eddie chuckled. "That little friend of yours is a true menace..." he shook his head. "I like her." that only made Robin laugh.

"Everyone does..." she sighed, taking a hit to her cigarette as her eyes found Steve's. "Let me guess... Perfect hair, ironed clothes, that church boy's face...Is this Stevie?" Eddie smiled as he nodded, surrounding his friend's shoulder with his arm again before pulling him flush to his side.

"In holy spirit." Steve pushed his hand away when his fingers dug on his hair, messing it all up.

"Nice to meet you Robin." he said, offering one of his hands, trying to be polite.

"My pleasure." she actually took it, giving him a funny smile. "You seem scared... First party?" he felt his cheeks reddening in embarrassment as he nodded. “Aw, isn’t that cute… Try not to get eaten alive, hm?” Steve’s eyes widened at her words, but she simply laughed, stealing a bottle of whiskey from one of the guys that went heading towards the kitchen to refill the drinks before giving them their back, cigarette in between her lips as she walked away, turning around when she didn’t hear the two pair of friends following her. “Well? Are you guys coming or not?”

They understood then, nodding and following her down another hallway and into a more private room. From the little people inside Steve thought it could be for VIPS. The room was big, with a couple of sofas sitting around a little coffee table, which stood full of cigarettes, alcohol, little plastic bags, weed…

It seemed to be that they had found the stoner room.

“Robin! Robin’s back!!” a sweet and drunk voice filled the room as the door closed behind their backs. Steve’s eyes met a curly haired girl on one of the sofas, cup in hand and a tipsy smile on her face.

Robin chuckled before going towards the drunk girl, who wrapped her arms around her, pulling her so hard down and against her that almost made her fall. “Nancy!” she whined when her face was filled of little kisses, what made Eddie laugh.

Steve looked really confused, shocked when the two of them started kissing.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you… Robin is gay. She’s dating Nancy too.” Eddie seemed amused by his reaction, which quickly faded. Was he surprised? Yeah. Gay people in the 80s weren’t really… out. But still, there were only a few people in there, and by the looks of it they were too high on some shit to even remember tomorrow so… Was he disgusted? Absolutely not. He didn’t see any wrong in any kind of love. It was not ‘conventional’, as people would say, but it was still love and Steve was nobody to tell anyone what to or not to do.

“Thank god. She wouldn’t stop whining about how much she missed you, almost choked her to sleep for a moment there.” your amused voice chuckled beside her. When Steve eyes wondered towards the origin of the sound, he met a really pretty girl. Gorgeous even. Stealing breath away kind of pretty girl. You were dressed on a really tight and short red dress and black high heels. From his position he could see that your lips and eyes were of the same red color of your dress, the first due to a beautiful lipstick and the other probably for the blunt that stood in between your fingers. There was a hazed look on your face, and a soft smile tugging on your lips. Your hair flared a little bit as you turned to face the two best friends by the door. Steve felt like he couldn’t breath. Maybe due to the smoke inside the room… He thought. “Well I’ll be damned… Is that Eddie Munson?” your red eyes squinted a little bit, trying to focus on the metal head beside him, who shrugged as he stepped further into the room.

“What can I say? I’m famous amongst the ladies.” that made you laugh. And the sound of it was almost angelic. Steve’s heart tightened on his chest, your smile warming him up and making him feel all fuzzy inside. He was completely whipped. “Looking good y/n, been a long time since I last saw you.”

‘y/n’ So that’s who they had been talking about before… y/n, y/n… Even your name was pretty.

“Too long I’d say. Missed your weed. It is the best I’ve ever had.” he pressed a hand to his chest, honored. “And who is pretty boy over there?” Steve felt like fainting when your eyes met his body, lips around the blunt, sucking a new hit that left your throat burning up as the smoke filled your lungs.

“This…” Eddie pulled him by his arm, closer to you and the other two girls, strong enough to have him adjusting his crooked glasses. “Is Steve. Steve Harrington. My boy.” a smile crept on his lips when he recognized that look in your eyes as you scanned him up and down. “And who you are absolutely not getting closer to.”

You rolled your eyes. “Jesus. That fast you claiming a pretty thing like him?” you chuckled, shaking your head just to ignore him and focus on the brunette. “Nice to meet you Steve.” his name rolling on his tongue made his heart fall to the pitch of his stomach, fingers tingling and breath hitching. “I like your sweater.” he coughed, clearing his throat when one of your legs crossed over the other, chest sticking out and your back arched as you accommodated yourself on the sofa. His eyes darted elsewhere as he awkwardly scratched his neck.

“Thank you.” he stuttered. “I like your…, dress.” that’s the first thing that came to mind and, as he realized what he had just spit out, the stupidest thing too.

You smirked, taking another hit to the blunt. “You do?” you looked down at it. “It’s a little bit uncomfortable though, too tight.” you teased, although he didn’t seemed to get it. Not as Eddie did, scoffing to bring your attention back to him. “You seem uncomfortable too standing over there, why don’t you come take a sit?” you patted the empty place beside you.

“This is Steve’s first party.” he said, eyebrows raising in caution. “Came straight from church studies.” he put extra emphasis to those words, which only made you smile harder and Eddie sigh. You were the devil in disguise.

“Oh… A church boy.” you smirked. “That’s why I’ve never seen you around before. I would remember a pretty face like yours.” you winked at him, and his whole body flushed, making you chuckle.

“You. Stop it.” Eddie pointed at you with squinted eyes, making you rise your hands in a peace offering, faking innocence.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Oh, you know what you are doing.” you tilted your head a little bit, smirk returning.

“Yeah I do…” you chucked, just to sigh afterwards. “Fine. I’ll be good.” you gave in. “But still, sit your ass here and give me something good, will you?”

Eddie smiled, quickly sitting down in one of the single sofas beside you. “Yes ma’am.” he teased you as he extracted from one of his front pockets a little plastic bag full of a shiny white powder. “Is this good enough?” he inquired and you only smiled, teasingly answering.

“This will do.” he laughed, watching you take a peek at the drug, shaking it in between your fingers a little bit. “You. Pretty boy.” you called for Steve, who had never stopped staring at you and got startled by your sudden attention. “Lend me your bible, will you?” he quickly pushed one of his hands on his front pocket, pulling out a pocket mini bible from it before walking towards you to hand it to you. His eyes widened when you pulled him from his arm so he would sit down beside you, fingers lingering on his own as you took his bible from his hand. “Thanks.” you whispered, eyes on his own as you opened it to find just what you were looking for: a picture of Jesus.

You took it out and pushed the bible on top of the tea table before spreading the white powder on top of it, using the photo to spread it in thin and large lines. He was stunned, and Eddie was just too amused to stop you, finding it funny the fact that you were using something ‘holy’ to deal with something that was not.

“Amen.” you muttered before bowing down and pressing your nose to the bible, sniffing the whole line in a go. When you pulled back up and against the sofa, Steve saw the remains of the power on your nose. And even if he knew that he wouldn’t think it, he still found you unbelievably beautiful. “What is it pretty boy? Want to give it a try?” he quickly shook his head.

“N-No! I think that would be…, a sin.” that only made Eddie, the girls and you laugh. He looked so scared you almost felt bad.

“Come on, you’re not gonna tell me that you’ve never sinned, are you now?” he remained silent, making you frown. “Really?” Eddie chuckled beside you.

“Steve is a fucking saint. Never drank, never kissed a girl… Never fucked one.” Steve’s cheeks flushed red as he gave him a death stare.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” your eyes were widened. Well, as far as they’d go. You were starting to feel all fuzzy and tingly due to the coke and weed in your system. “A fucking virgin… And you are friends with Eddie Munson… Isn’t that funny?” the metal head seemed hurt, mouth falling open. “With all respect, you are a man whore.” his mouth only fell further open, what made you laugh. “You have at least rubbed one out, right?” one again he remained silent, eyes elsewhere and bottom lip in between his teeth. “Right?”

Eddie seemed interested too, as well as Robin and Nancy.

“I can’t believe it.” you whispered when he didn’t correct you. Eddie was just as shocked.

“Oh my god…” Nancy muttered.

In eighteen years. Not even a little fapping?

“Jesus…” they all sighed at the same time, and Steve’s cheeks only reddened even more.

“Committing adultery is a sin, alright?” he groaned, too overwhelmed by the attention that was being poured on him. He felt like running away.

“You know what’s a real sin, Steve?” you said, making him stare at you. “Not having an orgasm ever. That’s a fucking sin.” he felt even the tips of his ears redden.

“I’ve—“

“Man, I know you and your family has always been super religious, but you don’t always have to follow some rules that were written centuries ago. If that makes you happy then that’s okay, but aren’t there a lot of things you’ve wanted to do that you couldn’t do due to that goddamn bible?” Eddie inquired, to what Steve nodded.

“I mean ye—“

“Then fuck it!” Robin said, snuggling closer her drunk girlfriend, who nodded in agreement. “Do whatever you want, dude.” Nancy nodded in agreement.

“I can’t…”

“Oh yes you can, and you are gonna do it.” you smiled. “You can always ask for forgiveness, you know? Cry up a little bit at church tomorrow afternoon and say that some evil spirit got a hold on you or some shit like that. You wouldn’t be the first miscarried little sheep around here.” he stiffened when your hand fell on his knee, thumbs rubbing imaginary circles on his skin. He gulped, eyes on your pretty hand before you would lean in and grab his attention once again. “So…, what is it that you wanna do, pretty boy?” he was wicked. Under the spell of your gorgeous smile, reddened eyes and haunting face.

Your smile only grew more when his eyes fell to your red lips…

“Eyes up here, Stevie.” you muttered, pointing to your eyes and making the rest of the group chuckle. Eddie sighed, knowing it was probably too late for Steve. You had that power of making people lose themselves into you. And Steve was absolutely lost.

“I— I don’t know…”

“Okay…” you hummed. “Why don’t we start off with something soft, hm?” you offered, and the blonde was the first to catch on, offering you a bottle of vodka that stood on the tea table along with a shot glass.

You poured just the perfect amount into it, grabbing another one for yourself along with limes and salt before leaving the bottle where it belonged.

“Okay. This is a shot of vodka. Of course, you could just give it a go dry, but I like to make it more interesting with this.” You pointed at the lime. He was the one who seemed interested now. “I’ll show you how to have one, then it’s your turn alright?” he nodded and you smiled as you poured a pinch of salt on the back of your palm. That twisting feeling in his stomach returned when your tongue slid through your palm and to in the salt, all while keeping your eyes on his own. After that, the alcohol went down your throat as you bent your head slightly backwards, pouring after that the lime as your teeth sank in it. Your face scrunched up due to the sourness of it all, but still the people around you cheered for you as you slammed the shot glass on the coffee table in front of you, smiling. “Did you get it?” you inquired the brunette, whose eyes seemed eager on you, probably due to the rush of adrenaline that went through his veins at the thought of trying something new and exciting. “Then go ahead pretty boy.” you poured salt once again on the back of your palm, handing it to him with a smirk. His cheeks grew red at your actions, but despite that, he took a deep breath and dove in. All of you seemed surprised by his decisiveness. Your breath hitched when you felt his warm tongue on your skin, licking it clean of the salt before pulling away, and without giving it much thought —since he knew that if he did he’d repent— poured the liquor in his mouth, almost gagging as the vodka hit his tongue, what made his nose scrunch. The turn on his stomach and the burning of his throat was a new feeling, maybe not the best, but it was something new. And that excited him. He knew that drinking was not something forbidden, he had just been too scared of his parents disappointment if he ever tried it, so he never did. “So?” everyone stared at him, expecting to know his thought about his first time dealing with alcohol.

Steve coughed, squinting a little bit as his hoarse voice broke the silence. “It burns.”

All of you burst out in laughter, he could have said anything, and yet he went with the understatement of the century.

“Yeah, it usually does.” Eddie sighed, shaking his head. “That’s the fun of it. Trying to see how much of it you can handle before passing out.” Steve seemed confused as he frowned.

“That doesn’t sound very amusing.”

“Oh, that’s because you aren’t mixing it with anything else...” you smiled. “Actually, you could use a little bit of weed.” Eddie was quick to pull a little bag from his vest pockets with a bright smile. Once on your fingers and opened, you groaned at the strong and sour smell. “Fuck man, I’d suck you off right now if there weren’t so many people here.” the metal head chuckled at your words, and Steve only blushed, taken back by your language. There was a burn in his stomach that pleaded him to make you let out more of those little sounds out of your mouth.

“I don’t think that…” he started, but you only looked at him and he was a goner, the words dying in his throat. His best friend seemed pretty entertained by the situation. Steve the saint Harrington was finally giving in to having some fun, and it was all because of you. He didn’t know if he should be happy about it or be absolutely jealous.

On the other hand, Steve was absolutely haunted, haunted by your fingers dealing with the drug, rolling up the blunt and your tongue sneaking in between your lips to lick it seal. He felt that sting tugging from his cock, although he tried to soothe it off by going over the Genesis.

“Done.“ you smiled, and Robin handed you her lighter so you could light the blunt up.

Steve looked closely as your lips wrapped around the joint and how your cheeks hollowed as you took a hit. You let out a pleased sigh when the smoke filled your lungs. “Fuck.” you loved it. The high, the dizziness, the numbing of your limbs. “Munson, let me marry you. I’ll make a good wife, I promise.” he let out a laughter as he reached out for the blunt, which you obviously handed him.

“Sorry sweetheart, you know I love you, but you’d be too much for me to handle.” you fakely pouted when the blunt was back on your hands.

“Well, it wouldn’t have worked anyways.” you shrugged, taking another hit with a playful smile. “You are not my type...” Steve’s breath hitched when your eyes found his. “What do you say pretty boy? Are you in?” you offered him the blunt, and after a little hesitation, his fingers stole it from yours. You noticed that he had beautiful hands, soft, with large and thick fingers that would surely look better pushing inside your…

“How should I…?” he seemed scared of it, holding it away from him as if it were a deadly weapon. And maybe it was.

“Right. A saint. Probably haven’t even smoked a cigarette.” you said, scooting closed to him ‘till your thigh was flushed against his, fingers around his wrists to guide the joint to his lips. He felt his heart skip a beat when his eyes fell to your chest, which stood dangerously close to his own. “Okay. So you put it on your lips and then you suck, but don’t just leave the smoke in your mouth, it has to fill your lungs, so as you suck you need to inhale as deep as you can. If your throat burns, then that means you are doing it okay.” he was following your words and doing as you told him. “But don’t do it too hard or you’ll…” but maybe he was going too fast, since he started to choke on the smoke. “Choke.” you were quick to give him back pats.

“Are you okay?” Nancy inquired him, handing him a cup of alcohol. Maybe it wasn’t the best option to go for, since alcohol and weed actually were a strong combination for a beginner, but it was the only thing around.

“Aw he’s fine…” Robin laughed. “You aren’t a beginner if you don’t choke on your first hit.”

“On god.” Eddie teasingly said, sending a kiss to the sky.

He shivered when your fingers dug in his hair, comforting him as his coughing ceased. “Are you okay?” he nodded, too lost on the feeling of your touch. “Wanna try again?” he looked at you as if you were crazy, what made you let out a laughter. “Don’t look at me like that, here, let me help you.” you urged him, taking the blunt from his hand and raising it to your lips to take a deep hit. His breath hitched when the hand that stood in his hair pushed him near your face. His eyes widened and his pulse spiked up when your breath hit his own, the weed and alcohol on it making him feel dizzy. Or maybe the fact that your lips were mere inches away from him was. He really couldn’t know.

Neither of you noticed the way your friends were staring at the two of you.

The hand that held the joint went to his cheek, thumb pressing against his bottom lip as you pulled from it. “Open.” he was quick to do what you’ve asked him to. “Now breathe in for me, will you?” he nodded, and as you blew the smoke on his lips, he took it in. The burning was still there, in the back of his throat, but it wasn’t as overwhelming as it had been the first time. You pulled away with a satisfied smile on your lips, seeing him hold his breath as much as he could —like he had seen you do—. “Good boy.” he almost whined at you words, not understanding why they had had such a great impact on him. There was something in the way you’ve said it that made him shake in your hands. “Now, that wasn’t that bad, was it?” he shook his head, fighting the urge to lean on your touch, on the fingers that now massaged his scalp after a third hit from your lips.

“Woah, are we… Interrupting something here?” Robin was the first to break the silence, making Nancy and Eddie laugh.

“The room suddenly feels too hot…” the metal head said, fanning his face and making your eyes practically send him daggers. “Just saying…” he rose his hands in surrender.

Steve was feeling his limbs tingle as the clock ticked, eyelids heavy and and mind fuzzy. You seemed to notice. “You okay, pretty boy?” he looked at you through half-lidded eyes, a smile tugging on his lips.

“Feels amazing.” he muttered, and all of you laughed at his reaction.

“Eddie, I think we’ve just created a monster.” you mocked him, but he just seemed happy to see his best friend so relaxed, and having fun.

He was about to answer you, but suddenly the girls that had asked him about having some crystal before peeked through the closed door. He understood what they had come looking for just by taking a look at them. He tapped the arms of the sofa before standing up, grabbing the attention of the group.

“Ladies, I need to go and make some business.” he announced with a smirk. “Do you mind if I leave Stevie with you for a little bit?”

You opened your mouth to answer but before you could Nancy and Robin were standing up.

“Yeah, we’re gonna— Nancy needs to— Bathroom.” she simply said before she could grab the curly haired’s hand, her lips on her neck as they left the room, Eddie right behind.

It was then when you realized that only you and Steve were left behind. Alone. He seemed to realize too, since his body seemed to stiffen up

“Well, I guess we’re alone now, pretty boy.” you said, taking another hit of the blunt. You were probably overdoing it already, but you knew you could handle it. He nodded, trying not to show the ways his hands were shaking. It was a really strange combination of feelings really: He was high. He was exited about his first party. He was nervous about being near someone as pretty as you… “What are you thinking about, hm? What’s going on inside that little head of yours?” Oh, and he was completely caught up in the way that your fingers kept brushing though his hair, in the way your eyes never left him.

“Nothing.” he sputtered out, what made you smile. You scooted a little bit closer, getting on your side so you could face him.

“Tell me, Steve…” you started. “What other things are there that you would like to do?” you bit your bottom lip, the fingers on his hair sliding down to his neck, where you connected the moles on his skin. His eyes were on your red lips, on your chest, on your thighs… God, he felt impure.

“I… Uhm…” you decided to give him a little extra push, your chest almost brushing against his as you leaned in, blowing the smoke on his face. He was taken aback, feeling the heat of your body against him making his cock strain on his pants. He looked away from you, cheeks red and mind fuzzy, although his eyes found their way back to you when your palm pressed against his cheek, leading him back to you.

“Where are you looking at, hm? Eyes on me, Steve…” you muttered, your breath colliding with his own as you leaned in. “How pretty…” you muttered, thumb brushing against his bottom lip, pulling, getting a shaky breath as an answer. “Such a pretty face and yet no girl has ever kissed you before? What a waste…” You weren’t stupid, you had noticed the way the brunette stared at you, expecting doe eyes, lingering brown shining above the red… “Such a pretty pretty boy.” he whined as your lips brushed against his, teasing him, pulling him in to the sin he had learned to avoid. The sin he had made himself avoid.

“y/n…” he let out a short breath, hoarse voice only a whisper as he leaned in ever further, trying to pursue the plump of your lips and the electrifying feeling that shook his body anytime you were near.

“What is it, hm?” you smirked, and he whined when you pulled from his hair to keep him from getting any closer. “Want me to kiss you Stevie?” you inquired. You liked the boy, you wanted the boy, and you were selfish about what you wanted, but you were no monster.

He nodded, tongue sneaking in between his lips to dampen them before they’d fall apart in a plead. “Please…”

You clicked your tongue, shaking your head and making him cry out. “Nuh-uh… You can do better than that, baby. Use your words. Let me hear you ask for it.” he whimpered, eyes on your red lips as his own cheeks flushed, probably due to embarrassment, or the alcohol that travelled through his veins, or the fact that he wanted it, you, so bad he felt like dying…

“Please y/n, kiss me…” he whispered, almost inaudible under the music playing from the party. “Please…” and when his eyes met yours, when you saw that linger in the brown of them, the need… You were quick to pull him in, leaving the blunt aside as your lips met his. God, you’d been wanting to do that since he had stepped in the room. Your core ached when he moaned in your mouth, his hands shaking at his sides as his eyes squeezed shut, what made you laugh as you pulled away, shaking your head. You quickly threw one of your legs over his lap, straddling his lap and making his eyes widen, muscles incredible stiff below you. “Come on, Stevie, why don’t you relax on me a little?” you left a couple of wet kisses on his neck, making him sigh under your touch and letting your hands guide his to your ass. “You can touch me, I don’t bite.” you amusedly said, teasing him before you would lean in once again to meet his lips, nor before a “Unless you want me to…” He was shaking when you kissed him again, breath hitching and a moan leaving his lips when you started to rock your hips against him. He was already hard. So hard… “Why don’t you open your mouth for me, hm?” you muttered against his mouth, your thumb pulling on his bottom lip. He did as you said, what made you smile. “Yeah, just like that, good boy…” he moaned when your tongue slid right inside his mouth, swirling around his. His fingers dug on your ass, making you hum into the kiss as you pulled on his hair. His jaw fell slack as you ground a little bit harder against the crotch of his pants and against his aching cock, which twitched against his thigh.

When you pulled away, his glasses had fogged up due to your wet kisses.

“y/n…” he whimpered as your lips trailed down his throat, harshly sucking hickeys on his skin and hands bucking you against him. He felt dizzy, high in a drug under your name, delirious even. This felt so good, you in top of him, dry humping him, kissing him… He never wanted it to stop.

“Shit… That’s it.” you said, getting off his lap —hearing a whine fall from his lips— and pulling from his hand so he could get up. “Let’s go.” you were fast to leave the stoner room and start to drag him upstairs, getting him in in the first empty room you could find and locking the door behind your back before you’d kiss him again. Seeing your lipstick all smeared on his lips made you want to devour him.

He opened his mouth for you, just like you had taught him, stumbling backwards in between groans as you led him towards the bed. He let out a surprised gasp when you pushed him on the chest, making him sit down. “What… What are you doing?” he inquired you as you kneeled in front of him, breathing strained and lips swollen. His hair was all messed up, as well as his clothes, and his dick hurt so much under his pants he couldn’t help but wish you were back kissing him, rubbing against him and making it better. He was high, and needy, and the sight of you down on your knees with your hands brushing his thighs was absolutely not making the pain go away any time soon.

“Praying.” you smiled at him as you unbuckled his jeans and pushed it down his thighs along with his underwear, your bottom lip in between your teeth.

“W-Wait!” he tried to stop you, overwhelmed by being so exposed in front of you, but all that embarrassment left his mind when you left a little peck on the tip of his dick. It was pretty, and big. The kind of big that would get a few minutes to get used to, to the stretch, and leave you limping the day after. There was this cute little vein on its side, that you made sure to outline with your tongue, tracing the under part of the head afterwards, which made him squirm under your touch. You smiled when he let out a load moan, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Your pussy was drenched, throbbing at his moans and whines.

“Such a pretty boy with a pretty cock...” he whimpered when you licked clean the precum off his slit. “Does that feel good, hm? Like my tongue?” he nodded, eyes squeezed shut when you gave it a long stripe from the base to the tip before pushing it inside your mouth. You moaned around him, ‘cause he tasted so good… And you wanted to fuck your throat on his dick so bad that it had you thrusting your hips down on your heels to look for some relief.

“Oh, God… Ohgodohgodohgod…” you chuckled as you let him go with a pop, spitting on your hand before your fingers would lace around his dick, giving it a big and low stroke that made his thighs clench and a moan leave his lips.

“No God here, baby, ‘s just me.” he whimpered when your mouth went back to him, taking him in your throat as fat as it would go. His fingers unconsciously laced on your hair, making you hum around his cock and him moan. He felt like chocking with his spit. He has never felt something like this. How could this feel so good? This was supposed to be a sin. He was supposed to be taken away by Satan to hell and burn for the eternity. And yet there he was, feeling like stepping in Heaven.

He seemed extremely sensitive on the underside of his tip, where you teased him with your tongue, making him moan and whimper as you sucked him off. There was this pressure, this heat building up in his lower stomach that made his head feel all fuzzy and his limbs weak.

“y/n…” he whined, his dick twitching in your mouth and fully leaking. You could feel he was about to cum, and its speed and poor stamina only made him cuter.

“Poor baby… Is it too much? Is my mouth too much for you, hm? Want me to stop?” you inquired him, entertained by his slack jaw and glossed over eyes. He was gone. Completely dumbified. You’d love to see how he’d react once he was deep inside you, fucking into you, cumming in you… You were dripping down your thighs at the thought of it.

He shook his head, the hand on your hair only tightening. “No! Please, don’t stop, please? Pleasepleaseplease…” he begged, moaning loudly when you went back to fucking him in your fist. “Feels so good, so good, please…” he was a babbling mess, unable to think, desperate to reach something that he was stumbling towards, something new, something unknown…

You bit down on your bottom lip. “Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cum on my mouth? Gonna give me your first orgasm, hm?” his eyes rolled to the back of his head when he saw you stuck your tongue out, drool falling onto his cock and connecting it to your mouth through a string of spit. He was sure that you were a succubus, a devil in disguise that had come to haunt him and led him away from God. And honestly? He’d let you do it. ‘Cause just how beautiful you looked with his dick on your mouth, the sight of your glossed and red eyes staring up at him as you took him down on his throat with all your red lipstick smeared around his cock… Fuck. Simply… Fuck. He was so close to reaching that feverish feeling that had him shaking on his spot that he started to moan and whimper more loudly, dick twitching down you throat.

“Please, please, please…” he didn’t even know what he was begging for, his strained pleading making you start to bob your head faster, taking him deeper and sucking him harder. “Oh god, something’s gonna… I’m gonna…” he was a whimpering mess, eyes watering to the overwhelming sensation of his first orgasm, which was about to crumble him to pieces.

“Come on pretty boy, let go for me. Let me have it, hm? Let me taste you.” you said before kitten licking his tip, fucking him with your hand and taking him deep down your throat, gagging around his cock. That’s all it took for him to fill your throat up, the sound and sight of your gagging, the feeling of your throat clenching around him… His orgasm hit him like a wave. So hard he was gasping for air, as if he were drowning under water. His sight went completely white, mins blank and ears ringing as his body relaxed under your touch. When he came back from it, you were cleaning him up with your tongue, swallowing his warm load and caressing his thighs in comfort. You hummed at the taste. You weren’t a big fan of giving head, but you could always made an exception. And Steve could be that exception, as always as he sounded and looked so pretty while you sucked him off. “You okay, baby?” you inquired him as his eyes fluttered open, glossy and teary, pupils fully blown. He shivered when your lips latched to the skin of his hip bone, sucking hardly enough to leave a bruise, making his fingers lace harder in your hair.

“y/n…” he whimpered, feeling how your lips slowly trailed up his lower stomach, your hands getting rid of the buttons of his shirt as you sat back down on his lap. You were starting to believe it to be your favorite seat ever.

“Did that felt good baby?” you smirked, loving the fucked out look on his face and his dizzy nodding.“Look at you, so fucked out you can’t even speak. You liked cumming in my mouth, huh?” you teased him, making him moan as your hands sneaked up his unbuttoned shirt. “Want a taste?” you whispered on his ear, nibbling on his jaw and making him gasp, his dick was already hardening and twitching against your thigh. So eager… “Open up for me.” you whispered against his lips when he nodded. And he did. In a heartbeat.

Your tongue was quick to push inside his mouth, both of your moaning in the kiss as your hips rocked harder against his own. He was shaking when you pushed his hands from your waist to your breasts, he groaned when you squeezed his to make a domino effect and urge him to touch you just how he wanted. “Tell me Stevie, what is it that you want?” you inquired him as your breaths mixed, sucking on his bottom lip. His eyes squeezed shut when you went back to sucking on his neck. “What do you want to do now?”

“I want… I want to make you feel good.” he breathed out, glossy brown eyes full of lust when staring into your own. He wanted to make you feel the way you had made him feel, better, if that could be possible…

You smiled at his words. “Oh yeah?” you bit your bottom lip brushing his messy hair backwards and playfully tugging on it, making him take a shaky breath as he nodded. “You wanna make feel good, Stevie?” he always had hated that nickname with which Eddie always made fun of him, but he didn’t find it annoying if it were your lips from where it fell. His skin grew on goosebumps when you guided on of his hands down your body, ‘till his fingertips got lost underneath your dress and in between your legs. You moaned when his palm cupped your clothed cunt. He felt his heart skip a beat when you started to rock your hips against it. “Gonna let me teach you?” he nodded once again as you pushed your dress over your head, tongue coming out to lick his lips, eager to pull out of you more of those beautiful sounds. “Good boy…” you couldn’t know if he had moaned due to the amount of beautiful and flushed skin on display just for him or for your praise, but, at the moment, it truly didn’t matter, not when he stared at you like that.

He felt like fainting when he felt you, underneath the lace of your panties, his fingertips against your soaked cunt, so soaked you dripped on his fingers. “There.” you whined when you pushed his hand upwards, ‘till his fingertips bumped against that little bundle of nerves that could make you cum over and over again with just a little bit of stimulation. “Fuck, move your fingers around it, baby.” you instructed, moaning when he did, what only made him crave you more. “Yeah just like that.” you rocked your hips against his touch, pressing open mouthed kisses on his chest. “Now use your fingers. Inside.” you muttered on his neck when you pushed his hand down towards your hole. “Inside, please.”

Steve was lost. Lost in the new experience, in the new knowledge, but most of all, lost in the way your eyebrows knitted together when he first touched you under your underwear, or the way your mouth was falling open now that one of his fingers was fully inside of you, up to the knuckle. And Steve knew he was a goner when he found himself swearing. And he didn’t fucking swore. “Fuck.”

You were clamping around his finger when you pulled him in for a hungry kiss, teeth clashing and tongues swirling around each other as he started to pump in and out of you, making you moan and push on his touch. “Another one. Put in another one, please Steve.” you gasped out, and he followed, willing to do anything for you, anything as well as you kept moaning, and kissing him, and begging him for more, and… “Fuck, just like that…” you cried out.

His dick was twitching like crazy, leaking on his thigh as he took in just how… Heavenly you looked. On your black lace underwear, smeared red lipstick, messy hair, glossy eyes… You looked like an angel, no, like a god.

A god he would die to worship.

And he surely felt like cumming when his fingers slightly curved and hit that spot inside you that pulled out a whimper from your mouth. He wanted more. More of you falling apart. So he curved them once again, and again, and… But before he could know it, he found himself being pushed and laying on his back. “Wh—What?” he tried and ask. Had he done something wrong? If he had… But his voice died out when you were taking off your bra, and he felt like choking. They were perfect — it’s not like he had ever seen tits before, but if he had he would have thought the same—. They looked so soft… And your nipples, erect from lust… He just wanted to suck and bite on them.

He moaned when you rocked against his hips, the lace of your panties rubbing against his cock. “y/n… Shit.” he could feel the dampness on the cloth, the heartbeat of your pussy against him.

“Too much, pretty boy?” you smirked, grabbing his wrists to lead his hands towards your breasts. His big hands made you sigh when his fingers felt the plump of them, thumbs rolling your nipples…

“y/n…” he breathed out when you leaned in to kiss his neck and chest, marking him all up as he whimpered below you, loosing himself on the way your hips thrusted against his, your lips on his skin, your warm own in between his fingers… On the way your bare cunt felt against cock once you’ve gotten rid of your panties, slick coating his length as you slid against him. The two of you moaned before you could find yourself to hum in answer, eyes meeting his glossy and dazed ones. “More…” he whimpered, needing more, more of you. He noticed the hesitation in your eyes before his lips parted once again, “Please…” his hips thrusting upwards against your core, making you groan.

“So pretty begging…” you muttered before kissing him so deep and wet that he was left shivering.“You want to fuck me, hm? Want to fuck me, Stevie?” you teased, pressing down against him and making him moan as he nodded. “Want to fuck me raw? Want to cum inside?” he was whimpering when your hand took his cock, sliding it in between your lips, lubing him up.

“Yes, yes, yes… Pleasepleaseplease… Can I fuck you? Please, y/n, oh please. Let me fuck you, please…” tears swelled his eyes at the feeling of you lining him against you, pressing down, teasing him with every false thrust of your hips. He needed to be inside you, needed to make you cum, needed to cum inside, needed you…

“How can I say no if you ask so nicely, hm?” you whispered against his lips before you’d start to sink down on his cock, moaning at the burn of the stretch, of him breaking you in half. It felt so painfully good you found yourself sinking your nails on his chest, moaning as he bottomed out. “Shit, so big…”

“Fuck.” he breathed out, eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” you felt so tight, so warm, so wet… His fingers dug on your hips to keep you still when you were fully seated on his dick. By the way he was twitching inside of you and how his breath sounded strained, you knew he was trying his best to not cum. So you waited it out, both of you did. You were grateful to have time to get used to his size, because he was surely not small, and the position only made him reach deeper inside of you. A moan left his lips when your started to slightly grind on him, you biting down on your lip as he whimpered. “y/n…”

You slowly rose ‘till only the tip stood inside before slamming your hips back down, moaning when he hit your g spot and hearing him groan. “You like that, pretty boy? Your virgin dick seems to, twitching like crazy inside of me.” you teased him, chuckling slightly when he nodded —too pussy drunk already— before starting to fuck yourself on his cock like the two of you needed.

And as your pace quickened, the more moans, pants and whines left both your lips.

“Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Lord. Forgi—“ he was a babbling mess as he watched you jump up and down his dick —incoherent, moaning and whimpering, words becoming lost—, the sound of your juices filling the room along with the slapping of sweaty skin. You chuckled at his messed up appearance and crooked glasses.

“He can’t listen to you now, baby. Your moans suffocate it.” you smirked when he let out a whimper as you fucked him harder, kissing his neck and biting down on the skin. It was all so overwhelming… Your velvet lips leaving red stains all over his body, the prettiest tits bouncing up and down with every jump on his cock, your soft moans and sighs of pleasure against his ear, the way you ground your puffy clit on his happy — and now soaked— trail, the way your warm and soaked pussy sucked him in every time his dick will pull out… It was too much, too much that the brunette could feel tears stinging his eyes, threatening to spill over his flushed cheeks.

It surely was too much, but at the same time not enough.

He whined when you pushed yourself up and away, flopping on your shoulders in front of him under his confused gaze. You gave him a playful smile before parting your legs, letting your pulsing, stretched wet hole show only for him. His dilated pupils latched to it, not letting go as one of your hands came to it to spread your sticky lips. He felt his mouth water, gulping loudly. “Why don’t you come fuck me like you’ve been wanting since this afternoon, hm? Don’t need to be a good boy with me, Stevie.” he was quick to sit up and crawl his way over to you, enchanted by your sweet voice as if some enchantment had fogged his mind. He was even quicker to discard his glasses aside, unable to see no longer through the glass.

You gasped for air when he pushed in between your legs, and before you knew it, he was pushing his hard and big fat cock back inside of you in a quick and harsh thrust, making you grip and sink your nails on his shoulder blades as he started to relentlessly fuck you.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you moaned on his ear, legs crossing over his hips and ass and heels digging on it to press him closer and deeper inside of you. “That’s it, shit.” you cursed in between heavy breaths, hearing him grunt.

He was hard, fast and needy, now being you the mumbling mess as you tugged on his hair and his lips sucked on your tits, biting your nipples and bruising the skin of your neck and chest, hands grabbing anywhere and everywhere, kneading your soft skin as he moaned against it. “Fuck Steve, that’s it, baby…” your body was buried and shook on the sheets with every new thrust, sliding up and down the duvet. He was fucking the brains out of you.

You gasped for air when one of his hands gripped your neck, pinning you to the bed as his hips harshly clashed against yours. You smirked when he groaned at your tight and pulsing walls. “I knew you had it in you. Not that of a good boy anymore, huh?” He whined when your fingers tugged harder on his hair, hips staggering at the pleasure as his eyes squeezed shut. He was in a daze. “You like that pretty boy?” you teased, moaning when his grip around your neck tightened and he gave you a extremely harsh thrust that pressed just on the right spot, making your thighs shake and a needy and loud moan leave your lips, crying out for him to fuck you harder, to fuck you just like that.

You could feel the coil on your lower stomach, every new hit on your g spot making you get closer and closer to that high and making your walls milk his twitching cock. “Shit, y/n…” his lips parted in a whimper, his hand leaving your neck to take a hold on your hips and seek more of that tight grip, of those pretty moans of yours… He dragged you down on cock with every push of his hips, pulling from you to reach deeper inside. You could feel his tip brushing your cervix.

“Steve i’m close, fuck, i’m so close baby, gonna cum all over your dick, shit.” you were choking on your words, even more when one of his hands sneaked down your stomach in between the two of you so his fingertips would press against your clit, making you scream.

Your moans got muffled when he kissed you, his tongue pushing inside your mouth as his thrusts lost their rhythm, too close to cumming inside your sopping cunt. “y/n, y/n, y/n…” he could feel yourself clenching around him, your orgasm approaching right beside his. He wouldn’t last, you knew that. “fuck, ah, y/n I’m gonna…, I’m—“

One of your hands came up to his face, your thumb pressing against his bottom lip as he rested his forehead against yours, his breath fanning over your face. “Cum inside. Inside, please Steve, please…” you breathed out, eager, begging, gone. His eyebrows knitted together as his lips fell on a moan, dick twitching as he pumped inside of you one, two, three more times before painting your insides in white, making you moan at the fullness. He was spilling out with every new thrust, whimpering due to the stimulation but still eager to make you come, to make you feel good.

“Oh shitshitshitshit…” you muttered, your hips following his as you felt yourself seconds away from your own release.

“Cum for me, y/n, please? Please, y/n, please…” he begged, driving you over the edge and making you cum so hard you saw stars behind your closed eyes, his fingertips rubbing your clit to extend your orgasm.

He groaned when your walls squeezed him so hard he felt like he could cum once again.

The two of you stayed still as you came down from your highs. You were sticky with cum and sweat, but you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away, and he didn’t seem to despise the idea of holding you for a little longer.

Now Steve understood. He finally understood how even a creature as perfect as Lucifer couldn’t had helped falling to the deep depths of hell. All it took was the perfect sin, the perfect poison.

And Steve was sure to had found his in you.

a/n;

sub inexperienced steve has me kicking my feet and shit, WEEPING. but anyways… i hoped y’all liked this stevie as much as i did! love you all!

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psychedelic-ink · 1 year

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𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆, 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚

pairing: dieter bravo x f!reader

genre: smut, pwp, minors dni

word count: 1k

summary: you enjoy making dieter feel good.

warnings: established relationship, sub!dieter, mirror kink, handjob, dieter has a praise kink, anal fingering

a/n: happiest of birthdays to the most amazing @pedrorascal 💗💗💗 you're one of my favorite people here, you spread so much love and stunning gifs & icons and I am eternally grateful that we became friends! love you loads babes 💗

“You’re beautiful,” you hum, lips skimming the back of Dieter’s neck. “Gorgeous man,”

He says nothing and whimpers into the dry air of the room. Your legs are spread wide with your back pressed against the bedrest, and he sits between, back flushed against your chest, breasts caged between two bodies. You smooth your palms down the inside of his thighs, he’s incredibly warm, his dark eyes glued to the mirror that stands at the edge of the bed. Your eyes find him through the reflection.

“Don’t you think you’re beautiful, honey?” you whisper, hot breath fanning over his skin, he shudders back into you. “So sweet, so responsive,”

“I think you look good,” he groans out, his own fingers curling over the slopes of your knees. “I can watch you forever,”

You lick his soft earlobe into your mouth, nipping at the soft flesh, “Say you look good.”

When he doesn’t answer, your trace your fingers up the shaft of his dripping cock, the tip an angry shade of red. He whimpers, tongue swiping his bottom lip.

“I-I,” he swallows, takes a deep breath, and tries again. You notice that his eyes are closed. “I look good,”

“Now, Dieter. How can you tell with your eyes closed?”

“Fuck, I don’t know. I just can.”

You inhale the sex clinging yo his skin, a teasing smile touching your lips. You slowly wrap your fingers around his length, his breath hitches, his body pressing further into yours.

“Don’t you want me to make you feel good, baby?” you purr, a soft whine parts his lips. “Just look at yourself and tell me how gorgeous you look,”

His eyes flutter open, his lids heavy as he takes a peek of himself. He thrusts into your palm and you feel him twitching. While he takes a good look, you pepper his tanned skin with adorning, wet kisses. Another whimper follows before his words.

“I look amazing,” he groans. “Oh god, don’t stop touching me—please,”

“I won’t baby, as long as you keep being good,”

You feel the chill of his ring as he squeezes your thigh, he caresses the soft flesh, eager to feel you under the heat of his palm. Your own arousal flares between your legs and you press your tongue against his salty skin. He keens at the feeling, cock twitching, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.

You feel him twitch beneath your touch, his shaft growing rigid in your grip. You lean in, pressing hot kisses to the back of his neck, letting the tip of your tongue play with the smooth skin. You drag your lips up his neck, teasing the sensitive spot just below his ear before nipping at his earlobe. His breath hitches and he groans, pushing into your hand as if he is begging for more.

You smile against his skin, your fingers still playing with his length. You trace your other hand down his stomach, lightly tickling the taut muscles there. You make your way down his body until you reach his thighs, your fingers lightly kneading the warm skin. He hums in appreciation, pushing into your touch and you take that as your cue to keep going.

You slide your hand up his thigh, your fingers tracing the soft skin before finally reaching the heated crevice between his legs. You press your middle finger against the tight bundle of nerves there, eliciting a shudder from Dieter. His hips buck into your touch and you smile, pressing harder into the sensitive spot. You work your finger in circles, increasing the pressure slowly with each rotation.

“Do you feel good Dieter? Tell me,”

“So fucking good,” he moans openly, turning enough so that he can chase your lips.

Your other hand is still moving up and down his shaft, your thumb occasionally flicking the tip of his cock. You grin as you pull away, smiling at the way he stick his bottom lip out. You swipe your palm over the head of his cock and he gasps, his needy breath mixing into the air. He groans, pushing his hips into your hand as your finger continues to torment him. You lean in, whispering in his ear.

"You want to kiss me?”

He swallows, voice breaking as he speaks, “Please.”

You reward him by closing the distance and licking yourself into his mouth. You swallow his whines, nipping at his bottom lip as you move your tongue with his.

You feel him tense beneath your touch, his breaths becoming more ragged. You increase the pressure on his bundle of nerves and he gasps, his hips pushing into your finger. He parts from the kiss with a loud gasp, his head falling to your shoulder. You gaze at the mirror, he looks positively wrecked. This is what he needed, it had been a long week of tedious re-shoots.

Your palm moves with ease as you smear more precum over his cock, his lips find the place right under your jaw, kissing the skin.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he moans. “More—more,”

You can tell he's getting close, so you increase the pressure on his shaft as well. His fingers curl into your thigh as he shudders and comes, his body trembling beneath yours.

You hold him close, your lips finding his neck again, as he slowly comes back down to earth. You can feel his heart racing against your chest and you smile, knowing you've done your job. You continue to kiss his neck, your hands still playing with his body, until he finally turns and looks at you. His eyes are glazed over with pleasure and you can see the love in them.

"You're so beautiful," you whisper, your lips ghosting against his.

He smiles, his eyes twinkling with delight. "You make me feel beautiful," he says, his voice thick with emotion.

You smile, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "I know," you whisper, your forehead resting against his.

You stay like that for what feels like hours until finally, the room starts to grow dark. You reluctantly pull away, knowing you both have to get up early. You stand up and stretch, looking down at Dieter still lying on the bed.

"Shower?" you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

He smiles sleepily and nods, slowly getting up and following you. Pressing your lips into his shoulder, you intertwine your fingers together.

You love being the one to make him feel good.

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resowrites · 1 year

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The Trees - oneshot.

Summary: A walk in the woods takes an unexpected turn for Henry and his gf…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC

Warnings: adult themes, angst, relationship difficulties, dialogue heavy, language, mentions of parental loss/relationship breakdown/su!c!de attempt/appetite loss/panic attack/grief, pregnancy loss, child abuse, fluff, pet names, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2936

A/N: Welp, this was meant to be uploaded ages ago but the themes and my crippling brain fog (yay) meant it took forever. Take care with this one. I’ve tried to write as carefully/sensitively as I can, but please heed the warnings or skip if you’re unsure (your wellbeing is more important). As ever, please enjoy and let me know your thoughts - R x

My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

The Trees - oneshot.

"How about some toast?"

"I'm good, thanks love."

"Why don't you have some fruit then? Or I can make you a smoothie?" Henry began scanning the fridge for other ideas.

"Honestly, I'm not hungry—"

"You have to eat darling—"

"Please can I go back upstairs? I've got so much work to get through…"

"In a little while, we can go sit in the living room if it's more comfortable but you're at least going to have some tea and rest for a bit. Come on." He gently tried to herd her out of the kitchen.

"… I'm gunna go for a walk."

"What? Ollie come back here, you're exhausted—"

"Just for a little while alright? I can't sit around and do nothing." She stopped by the front door and wound a thick scarf twice around her neck.

"But sometimes you have to do that, or—"

"Or what?"

"Darling, you're not sleeping, you're not eating—"

"Henry, I'm just a bit stressed with work, that's all. I'll be back in half an hour."

"Well, wait I'll go with you, you're not going into the woods by yourself—"

"It's fine, I'll take the dogs. Don't you have meetings?"

"My next one's not for another hour and I took the dogs out earlier so we can leave them here." But Copper was already sitting by her feet, her head tilting in confusion.

***

"She's a cheeky little bugger, every morning now she sits waiting by the front door for walkies." Henry chuckled.

"She's getting so big..."

"Tell me about it, soon she'll be jumping up into the airing cupboard like Kal. You know I found the little shit in there again this morning? Can't really blame him with weather like this though, it's brass monkeys. Are you sure you're warm enough?" She hummed back but otherwise, his attempt at conversation had fallen flat. She was still walking slightly ahead, lost in her own thoughts. He tried again. "So what's going on with work at the moment? I thought you were over the first couple of hurdles?"

"Freelancing's not that straightforward, unfortunately."

"Well is it anything I might be able to help with?"

"It's lovely of you to offer but I'll be alright. There'll be other contracts if I don't secure this one."

"That'a girl… how are you feeling at the moment though? In yourself, I mean?"

"Okay."

"Really?"

"Yeah, so what's your meeting about this afternoon?"

"Don't change the subject, Ollie—"

"I'm not—"

"Then can you tell me how you are?" She sighed and stopped abruptly.

"I just did!"

"Well I heard you on the phone this morning—"

"You were listening to my call?"

"No, I just heard the end of it when I came upstairs. Did your therapist need to change your appointment?"

"No, that wasn't them. They've… referred me to someone else."

"What, why?"

"Cos we're not a good fit." Henry waited for her to continue but instead, her eyes remained fixed on the floor. He tried another tack.

"Before I forget, your sister also rang me. She tried to get through but you must have still been on the phone. Your father's funeral is next week, do you think you're up to going?"

"No."

"Well, shall we wait and see how you feel?"

"No, I'm not going."

"Why not? It might help you start drawing a line under everything—"

"Henry, my mother doesn't really want me there, she just can’t get away with not asking."

"Well fuck what she wants, you need the closure—"

"There's no such thing."

"Of course there is—"

"No, there isn't. That's not how real life works." Henry waited a beat before responding.

"You know you can talk to me about him?"

"Henry, I said I'm okay—" he stopped finally and waited for her to do the same.

"No you're not, you've not been right for months. You've not even been eating properly since December. I'm really worried Ollie. I want us to get married in the spring, start planning for the future—" something then clicked in her mind.

"Wait, what did my sister tell you?"

"What?"

"What did she say, Henry?" Her voice had risen in alarm.

"Darling, it was nothing I didn't already suspect—"

"So you know everything? Henry, it was a long time ago, I was desperate—"

"Ollie what are you talking about? We discussed your father but that was it—"

"No, no this can't be happening…" she clasped the sides of her head in shock.

"Whoa, you're alright, look at me." She struggled to stay standing. "Ok, let's find somewhere to sit, come on." Fortunately, they were nearing the wood’s halfway point, which was marked by an old wooden bench. Henry was relieved to see it was empty and promptly sat her down. "There, now. Take some deep breaths darling, slow down for me. Just focus on my hand." He continued rubbing her back until her breathing came under control. She managed to fight off the attack, but only just.

"Can we… go home, please?" Henry pulled a water bottle from his pocket and helped her drink from it.

"Let's stay here for a bit, just until you're steadier on your feet." The next few minutes passed uneasily. "I really wish you'd unburden yourself though—" she scoffed and staggered upwards, turning to face him directly.

"So I can burden you instead?"

"Ollie sit back down. There will never be anything you can't tell me—" but she cut him off.

"Well thanks to my sister, I now don't have a choice, do I? God, I can't believe this..." she wearily took a seat, holding her head in her hands for several moments. "Fine. If you really want the truth I'll give it to you." When she finally spoke again, both her eyes and voice were strangely flat. "My last fiancé and I didn't mutually split. He just woke up one day and decided he wanted out. There were no signs, there wasn't even anyone else, he just didn't love me anymore. It was like the sky had fallen in. The pain was just… indescribable. He loved me like no one ever had before and as the days started to blend together I became convinced that it would always end that way, that the fundamental problem was me. I mean if my own father could stop loving me, what hope would there be for any other man?

"One night, a couple of months after we split, I woke up with what I thought at first was just a stomach ache. How I kept it together in the taxi I'll never know. I vaguely remember bleeding as I walked into A&E but the rest is just a blur of pain and vomit. Before I know it, I'm in a hospital bed being told I lost a sixteen-week pregnancy. I was just so… stunned. I kept asking the doctor to repeat himself. I mean you know what my periods are like and to be honest, by that point I'd already lost most of my sense of time. I hadn't had a single symptom, not one," she paused, "they couldn't tell me if it was a boy or a girl. I asked if I could at least say goodbye… they advised against it. After that apparently, I just kept screaming," she swallowed hard, "the nurses felt so sad for me.

"I remember before I was signed out, one of them asked if my partner was on his way to collect me. I just lied and said yes. She then said to me, 'remember you can always try again,'" she quickly cleared her throat to disguise her voice breaking, "I didn't tell my sister what happened. She pulled up outside my place, made me promise to call her later on and when I got out of the car I realised I was supposed to be getting married that day. I don't know, something inside of me finally just snapped. I don't remember much of what happened then either. One minute I was in my bathroom, and the next I was back in the hospital being told I'd suffered minor organ damage. If my sister hadn't stopped by when she did, worried why she hadn't heard from me, I probably wouldn't have survived.

"Eventually, she managed to convince them to let me leave so I could stay with her. She lives on a beautiful street, lined with cherry blossom trees. My nieces greeted me at the door excitedly, even the sky was bright blue that day. But I never felt more lost and alone than at that moment. In the end, my sister had to take six months off work to care for me, and that combined with the strongest medication my doctor could prescribe, only just helped me pull through. A year later Clare dragged me to that party and… there you were. I wanted so badly not to like you—" she finally broke down, her exhausted sobs splashing tears all over her lap. For her sake, Henry held back his own. Up to that point, he'd resisted interrupting or touching her, but he couldn't bare it any longer. He cupped her face firmly with both hands.

"Ollie, do you love me?"

"More than anything. It's why I proposed. I wanted to do everything with you—"

"Then that's all that matters—" she pushed his hands away.

"No, because we're not equals in this relationship Henry, we never have been and we never will be."

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean," she sighed, "you could have literally anyone…" she trailed off, defeated for the moment.

"… You know, when I spoke to your sister, she told me how one night you were late back home from playing with your friends so you hadn't yet done your homework. Your father then locked you out in the back garden for the rest of the night. She said you didn't ask her or your other sister for help because you didn't want to get them in trouble too. You just stayed out there all alone, in the freezing cold. And I wondered to myself, how many times you've felt like that little girl ever since, even in this relationship—"

"Henry—"

"She told me she suspected other things happened as well, stuff she couldn't bring herself to talk about."

"You weren't supposed to know any of that!"

"Why not?!"

"Oh God…"

"Ollie please, it's okay—"

"How? How can any of this be okay?!" Her face was so distraught, his stomach sank. He rubbed his eyes.

"… This is my fault. If I hadn't been away so much, kept you closer, none of this would have happened—"

"No, please, this isn't on you—"

"I even bought you the puppy and the cottage because of how guilty I felt!"

"But the distance worked for me too! I could get attached to you but not completely. It felt safer."

"And now?"

"Now it all just… hurts." Henry grabbed her hands.

"Ollie, whatever happened before doesn't change anything. I'm here, alright? You're safe now—"

"Except I don't think I'll ever feel that way completely—"

"I'll still be here—" she flew up from the bench and started pacing, her tears flowing freely once more.

"No, no. You deserve better. Someone who's sunny, healthy… as successful as you. For fuck's sake I don't even come from a normal family. When I walked out in December, it was because I felt I had to. I will always want what's best for you and… I know that doesn't include me." He dashed forwards, clamping her shoulders to keep her still.

"Do you think when we first met, I couldn't see the pain in your eyes? I also saw the decency, the humanity - I knew you weren't playing hard to get for the sake of it in the same way I knew you'd never hurt me deliberately. Let's go to therapy together—"

"You don't have to do that—"

"But I want to! I haven't done enough and you are so worth fighting for - we are worth fighting for. I love what we have because it's real and that's so, so rare Ollie." Her head fell to her chest.

"The doctor who spoke to me earlier was a trauma therapist. I was praying they'd tell me I didn't need their help. The worst of it is, I always thought I was a strong person. What I experienced wasn't even unusual. I mean people fall out of love, lose babies, have breakdowns, every single day. And it all could have been so much worse. But it still nearly destroyed me. I just can't go through any of that again."

"… Did you give your baby a name?"

"No, no… it didn't go that far. I couldn't let it. But in my head, I still talk to her sometimes. I don't know why I imagine her as a girl, it's just what feels right. It's incredible really, she would have been no bigger than the palm of my hand but the love that you feel… the longing." Her voice caught in her throat. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't intend to tell anyone. I just thought that if I failed in her life, I could at least protect her in death—"

"You didn't fail anyone—" he quickly stopped himself and instead pulled her into his arms. "I love you, Ollie."

"I love you too."

***

Two weeks later.

"Mmm it's warm out there today, look at that sky." Henry slid the cup along the counter. Ollie glanced up briefly from her laptop and hummed. "Why don't we take our coffee outside?" To his surprise, she stood up from her chair.

"That sounds nice." Henry smiled and led her into their garden, with Kal and Copper following closely behind. What she didn't expect to see, opposite the bench that was tucked away in her favourite spot, was a newly planted cherry blossom tree. He sat her down carefully, waited for the dogs to lie down beside her, and then went to fetch something from the base of it. When Henry joined her again, he was holding what looked to be a clear container.

"I've planted this tree so that, every time you miss your daughter, you can come out here and spend some time with her." He carefully removed a small notepad and pen from the container. "And whenever you need to talk, you can write it in here, put it in the box and leave it by the tree for her." She was so overwhelmed at first she couldn't even look at him. When she did, tears spilled down her face.

"I… I don't know even know what to say… I can't thank you enough. Not just for this, but for everything—"

"You will never need to thank me, darling, ever." She chose her next words carefully.

"I know I've struggled to tell you often enough, let alone show you how much I appreciate it, but you're a good man. The best I've known. And just because she was my first," she glanced towards the tree, "it doesn't mean she has to be my last."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I mean, it might be difficult—"

"Then I'll do everything I can to make it easier."

"... You know I'd marry you right now if I could?"

"Then why don't we?"

"What?"

"Well, why not?"

"But... I'm not even dressed nicely!"

"Stop it, you've never looked more beautiful. Right, we've got the dogs as witnesses so come on," Henry gently pulled her to her feet, "let's get straight to it."

"Are you sure? Everything's already been arranged?" His heart lept at her playful smile. How he'd missed it.

"That one's for the well-wishers, this is just for us. Are you ready?" She smiled and nodded. "Good. Then I, Henry Cavill, take you, Ollie Hadden, for my lawful wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. I will love and honor you all the days of my life." Henry removed the promise ring from her right hand and slipped it onto her ring finger. She swallowed back her tears, smiling.

"And I, Ollie Hadden, take you, Henry Cavill, for my lawful Husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. I will love and honor you all the days of my life." She then moved his promise ring to the correct hand. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Henry brushed the tears off his cheeks, "that's just the first time you've called me your husband." They beamed at each other and finally kissed. In the end, he didn't know how long they'd stood holding each other, but when he glanced down, she was gazing at the tree.

"When you're ready, come inside and I'll make you some lunch." Henry then kissed the top of her head and disappeared into the house with both dogs trailing after him.

She took a seat on the bench, picked up the notebook, and wrote several lines. When she was finished, she carefully put the container back in the same spot. It was when she glanced up that she noticed small buds on the tree. Soon they'd be open and before long the garden would be strewn with blossom. She couldn't think any further ahead but for the moment she didn't need to. For once her mind had fallen silent and she was content to rejoin her husband.

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 5 months

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Part 16

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 15 🟣 Part 17

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: Ongoing vampire shenanigans, mentions of blood, biting, angst. SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, fingering, p-in-v sex, feral Mikey, vampire!Mikey's semi-nursing kink. I think that's all necessary warnings, but as always; tell me if I missed something, please!

Word count: 2999 (..... Not sure if satisfying or no.)

A/N: Sorry it took so long. Life got in the way. And I mean really in the way. It's probably going to be like that for a while. Anyway. Enjoy Mikey and vampire shenanigans.

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He opened the door hesitantly. “Eh, Sweetcheeks?” The trembling of his voice made you freeze up under the blankets. “It’s, eh… It’s okay. I’m gonna take a shower and I could really use a hug. Hi, August. Sorry to interrupt your moment.”

“Don’t worry about it, Mike,” August answered to your surprise, and even with a light chuckle to his voice. “I get why you were keeping her to yourself now,” he added, “she’s incredible.”

His words made you blush, especially when Mike grinned and doubled down on the praise. “Yeah, she is! And those little noises she makes are so cute.”

You didn’t quite know how to react. Normally you’d have berated him for sharing those intimate details with others but, put bluntly, the ‘others’ in question had just fucked you to the moon and back.

Too.

Also.

Before you could gather your thoughts enough to give Mike an answer, he turned back. “Anyway, see you in a bit, yeah?”

“You hurried because you knew he was coming home?” you asked August when you heard Mike turn the water on.

“I could tell he wasn’t feeling so great, and I figured he’d need some comfort,” August said, omitting a direct ‘yes’. “Go join him.”

You searched his face for any sign of disapproval or disappointment at leaving him now, but you found nothing but a gentle smile and a strange, lingering sense of appreciation radiating from the way he looked at you.

It should have felt weird to climb out of August’s bed and wander towards the bathroom, not even bothering to put on any clothes, but it didn’t — although it proved to be a relatively poor decision when you ran into Marshall in the hallway, who didn’t quite know where to look.

“Wow, she’s fit.”

“Excuse me?” Your eyebrows shot up in surprise as you asked your question — and so did his.

“I didn’t say anything,” he said with a shrug. A brief pause followed, filled with the single most awkward silence you’d experienced in your entire life.

“No… You were thinking it…”

“God, first time this happens and that’s what she catches?”

“Yes, Marshall. That’s what I caught,” you said with a grin before walking towards him. Without thinking, you put a hand on the side of his face. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn.”

One second your hand was on his cheek, the next he had it pinned to the wall, over your head. Marshall held both of your hands there with one of his, with insufferable ease.

“I can smell him on you.” It was a growl — and a particularly gritty one at that — and an accusation. “Why should I wait any longer?” Your heart pounded in your chest as he lowered his head to nip at your neck. “I’m not going to watch from the sidelines forever, love. I want what’s mine.”

“And you’ll have me,” you said, shocking yourself with your newfound confidence, “but Mikey needs me, and I made him a promise. So be a good boy and let go of me. Oh, and work on this temper.” You stared into his eyes, almost losing your nerve, but you managed to last until Marshall slowly relaxed his grip on your arms until they dropped to your sides. What he didn’t do, was move away.

“Don’t start something now that you won’t be able to finish later,” he snarled before disappearing into his room.

You weren’t trembling when you resumed your way to the bathroom, which was strange, because you felt like you should have been doing just that. There had never been any tension with Marshall before — except maybe for that incident when he’d ripped your arm to shreds by accident. Other than that, everything had been especially easy with him.

Until now.

What had changed? Was he upset with you because he thought he was last, in some way? Technically, he wasn’t. You’d never slept with Sherlock — which was something that irked you in its own right, but those feelings were hardly relevant at this point in time.

Well, what did he expect you to do? Show up at his door wearing nothing but a pair of heels and beg him to take you? No. You couldn’t quite imagine that he felt legitimately entitled to you in some way, despite his words from before. Besides, you didn’t feel much for that scenario, or any other scenario where you boldly offered yourself up on a silver platter for him to enjoy.

Maybe — just maybe — Marshall had to take a second to get over himself.

You shook your head, as if to cleanse it of your thoughts about Marshall — which, you only realized now, he had indubitably heard — and focused on the blurry shape of Mike behind the fogged-up shower wall.

“Hmm, did I just hear you put the big bad wolf in his place?” Mike asked, no doubt with a huge grin on his face, but it was impossible to see.

“I could hear his thoughts,” you half-chuckled in complete disbelief. Marshall had mentioned the projection of gifts could persist beyond feedings, and you weren’t surprised he was the first with whom it happened, but… you were just a little floored it had happened at all.

“Look at you becoming a force to be reckoned with,” Mike said as you slid the door open and joined him in the shower. He was definitely grinning. Mike wasted no time to pull you in, wrapping you in a massive hug. “Alright, so… I’m toast for the semester. Only one of my professors will allow me to do a make up assignment for the labs I missed… The other two I’ll have to retake next year.” He hid his face in your neck, pulling you even closer.

“Mikey, I need to breathe,” you managed when Mike continued to crush you, but as soon as the words left your mouth, he relaxed his grip.

“Sorry, Sweetcheeks, just… rough day. I really fucked up by leaving, and… I know it’s fair that it’s coming back to bite me in the ass, but it also hurts.” There were tears in his eyes, he sounded tired and he felt cold, despite…

“You didn’t get enough yesterday, did you?” you laughed. Mike shrugged and smiled apologetically.

“I’ve never felt that level of thirst before… it was excruciating. Yesterday I took everything I could without getting sick. If you’re up for it, I could definitely use a little more, later.”

“Of course, baby, I’m all yours!” You kissed the tip of his nose and rested your hands on his lower back. It was just impossible to keep them from gently stroking the dimples in it, the soft curve of his ass — tight and round and so perfect you were the one who would love to get a bite for a change…

“How was August?” Mike asked, nothing but mischief in his eyes. Were you imagining things, or did he really want an honest answer? Alright then…

“Fantastic,” you muttered, heat creeping up to your cheeks as you spoke. “Are you sure you want to hear about it?”

Without warning, he turned you around and shoved you into the dark-tiled wall. “I’m sure I want you back…” The way he inhaled deeply through his nose held something primal, something almost violent, as he took in your scent, and no doubt August’s as well. “I want to… compete with whatever of him is left on your skin.” Over your shoulder, you noticed that he flashed fang on his next smile, making you bite your lip in anticipation. “You’re in for it now, Sweetcheeks.”

You thought the hand that closed around your throat did so in the shower, but when you opened your eyes you were on your knees on Mikey’s bed — still wet from the shower, your hair dripping everywhere. He didn’t care. His breathing was fast, ragged, with little snarls escaping him on almost every exhale — and every last one of those sounds sent shivers down your spine.

His free hand traveled down your side, following the curve of your hip before moving over your thigh and slowly trailing back up. With his leg, he effortlessly pushed yours apart, giving his hand space to gently explore your pussy. Not that there was much exploring left for him. By now, he knew that particular area of your body about as well as he was ever going to.

He lightly circled your clit with a single finger, making you whine as he played you like a fiddle — then whine again, louder this time, when he abandoned his pursuit to slip his fingers into your wetness. As he did, a growl escaped him — a sound that was followed by a gentle nip at your earlobe.

He was impatient, which — of course — wasn’t unusual for him, but today it was definitely worse than ever before. His fingers moved almost erratically, and abandoned you after only a short time. It didn’t matter much; August had taken good care of you over and over and over again… You could do without an orgasm on this one. Nevertheless, you moved your hips in search of more friction, smiling coyly when you felt his hard cock grind into your ass from behind, and soon, your movements were about teasing Mike rather than chasing your own pleasure.

He didn’t like that much.

“You know, you managed to tell Marshall off today, but when he just decides you’re his, what are you going to do?” With a single move, he pushed his cock into you, making you swear under your breath as he stretched you out.

“Mike, are you wearing…”

“A little trust, Sweetcheeks. I’m horny, not an idiot. Okay, I am an idiot, but not... you know what I mean.” When you both laughed, his grip around your throat slacked. “Sorry about that,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses against your shoulder while he gently rocked his hips against your ass.

“No, I think I like feral Mikey,” you chuckled, running a hand through his still soaking wet curls. He laughed and nuzzled your neck — it was adorable.

“It’s weird…” No, what was weird was having a whole ass conversation while getting railed from behind, but go off. “I’m not jealous. It feels like I should be, but I shouldn’t be, and I’m not. I just want you too.”

“So, take me.” Excuse the fuck out of you? Where did that come from?

Mike seemed to think the same thing, because he paused, and a curious little whimper escaped him. “What?”

“Mike,” you said, your tone serious, “I want you to fuck me hard.”

“Oh.” He nipped at your earlobe. “I can do that.”

And then, playtime was over. You grabbed his hair and threw your hips back to meet his thrust, his arms snaking around you, holding you in a vice-like grip with nowhere to go. It was raw and passionate, and undeniably hot, until…

“Mike, don’t lick me!”

“Well, what are you going to do about it?” Fuck. You hadn’t thought about that. Vice-like grip. Nowhere to go. And he wasn’t going to let go of you.

“I can think of something,” you growled. A lie. There was nothing you could think of to do to him that wasn’t either really cruel or he wouldn’t enjoy. Unless… “No boobies for you,” you said sternly, making it — hopefully — very clear what you meant.

He picked up on the hint. “You’re not supposed to deny us feeding over petty squabbles,” he helpfully reminded you. As if you’d forgotten that rule.

“No. But I can tell you it’s wrist or bust, Mike.” Shit. Not quite the right moment for that particular expression.

“And I pick ‘bust’,” he laughed, licking your neck. It sent shivers through your entire body. Sometimes, the licking wasn’t really so bad at all…

“Mike!” you warned.

“Okay, okay,” he grumbled, clearly very displeased — and very adorable. From then on, he stuck to squeezing your boobs and nibbling on your neck and shoulder while he kept pounding into you.

“Good boy,” you said in a half-mocking tone — which made it all the more surprising when Mike’s hips stuttered, and he came as if on command.

“Shit,” he muttered barely loud enough for you to catch it. Next, he disappeared. For a moment you were scared he wouldn’t come back, but he appeared next to you on the edge of the bed as if he’d never left the room.

“So,” you said, putting a hand around his shoulders, “I take it you liked that?”

“Babe, please don’t tease me,” he said, something wobbly and confused in his voice. He seemed a little lost.

“Get me a towel, clean this wet mess up, and meet me in my room, okay?” The look in his eyes was a sincere expression of gratitude.

Of course it took him all of two minutes to get the room cleaned up — and, as a rather frustrated Marshall apparently pointed out, half of the hallway. You hadn’t even finished drying your hair when he showed up behind you, wrapping you up in another massive hug.

“Hi,” he sighed before kissing your neck. “Can we cuddle?” Whatever had been keeping him going before had now faded, and he was the regular, puppy-eyed boyfriend radiating the golden retriever energy you were used to. Without saying a word, you wormed your way out of his embrace and scrambled to get under the covers.

“Wanna watch a movie, baby?” you asked, already knowing what the answer would be. Before he even answered you, Mike disappeared for a moment, and returned seconds later with a bunch more pillows in his arms, and your favorite blanket from the living room. You’d always joked with your friends how you stayed with Mike specifically for his nest-building abilities, and although it was an exaggeration that you were with him just for that, it was certainly a factor in keeping you as happy as you were with him. Plus, he was fast. Definite bonus.

“Lock the door,” you said with a wink, “I don’t think we’re going to leave this room any time soon, and I really want you to myself for a bit.” Mike chuckled when you raised your voice on that last bit, making sure everyone in the house had heard you.

“Then we’ll need snacks,” Mike concluded, and without waiting for your reply — which would have been affirmative, because (let’s face it) watching a movie without snacks was just… significantly less awesome than watching a movie with snacks — he disappeared again.

“You and these jellybeans,” you laughed when he returned with a bag of your favorite popcorn, tortilla chips and cheese dip, and a large bag of jellybeans. He definitely wasn’t eating as much as he had been, but you couldn’t exactly say he’d really been kicking the habit. “Door,” you reminded him when he tried to get in bed with you.

“Already locked,” he chuckled, but he walked over to it — slowly, even — nonetheless to show you it was really locked.

“Alright, now get over here!” Never tell a vampire that; the way he slammed into you when he did what you said immediately actually hurt.

He couldn’t sit still; the whole time, Mike was squirming against you anxiously, holding you tighter, his grip slacking again, wriggling, wrapping his legs around you. Not watching the movie for a single second. It was odd. Normally, Mike’s hands would have been exploring whatever bit of skin of yours he could reach — and absolutely some places he couldn’t reach without removing an obstacle like clothing first. This time… None of that.

“Mike you can’t crawl into me, what’s wrong with you today?” you laughed quietly as you stroked your silly boyfriend’s messy dark curls.

“Missed you,” he muttered, pulling you closer again. “I left and then you were angry and now you’re not angry, but you didn’t sleep next to me and I missed you.”

“I’m here now,” you whispered, still stroking his hair, “I’m not going anywhere tonight.”

“Babe,” he whispered after a while — he’d been trying really hard to sit still and watch the movie, but was ultimately very unsuccessful, “I’m really fucking hungry.” There was a tremble to his voice, and it took an encouraging nudge from you for him to move down until his face was level with your boobs. He hesitated.

“It’s okay, I know you want to,” you said. And it was true; you knew he wanted to. You really knew that he really wanted to bite you — and not just for food, but for comfort too. That’s what he was hesitant about. You chuckled softly. “I can feel it, Mike, there’s no need to hide. You’re home, you’re safe… and you’re loved.”

When you smiled down at him, you saw the tears in his eyes as he gently bit down on your boob. He fed slowly, drawing it out as much as he could. Of course you didn’t mind; you felt as amazing as you always did when someone fed on you. And then there was the added bonus of feeling Mike slowly settling down next to you, becoming calmer with every passing second. Some time after you’d watched him close his eyes, you felt his fangs retreat, but his mouth did not leave its post, and you chuckled as you let your own eyes fall shut and quietly enjoyed the sensation.

“I’m—”

You didn’t let him finish his sentence. “Mike, don’t apologize. I wouldn’t have agreed to it if I wasn’t okay with it. It was quite nice, actually.” He quietly smiled up at you before snuggling into your side again, and you felt his desire to be close to you flare up as he did. You wrapped your arms around him as tightly as you could manage and turned your attention back to the movie.

You were lucky to have him — and for the first time you were truly certain you’d never lose him again.

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NOBODY GETS ME LIKE YOU

It was the spring of 2020 where you meet Minhyung Lee, the one who you thought would last forever by your side through thick and thin. You were working part time as a barista at a coffee shop near your college and he was one of the regular customers of the coffeeshop.

"Can I have one banana smoothie and bagel, please?"

You are not going to deny that he does have a good looks. But you know better not to messed up while you are still working.

"Sure! Will that be all?"

You decided to take a good look of his face while his eyes are still scanning the menu. When he turned to look at you, that's when you tear your gaze away from him pretending look at anywhere else but him.

"Yeah, that will be all."

He cracks a small smile as he open his wallet before he handed you the notes to pay for his order.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but we only use cashless transaction here."

His eyes followed your hands which shows him the notice that says only cashless transaction is allowed.

He he purse his lips as he closed his eyes in embarrassment.

His cute gestures made you chuckled.

"It's alright, you are not the first one with the same mistake in here. Would you like to use your card, then?"

The clock reads 11:45 at the moment and you have to closed the coffee shop at 12 am. Since he is obviously the last customer, you thought that there is no harm in giving your kindness towards him. On the other hand, he let out a heavy sigh before thanking you for letting him know that there's some other people who did the same mistake as him.

"Yeah- But.. The truth is that I'm not good with card or stuff with machine thingy like the ATM or something like that. I guess I'll have to kiss my banana milk and that bagel a goodbye."

You appreciates his honesty and it feels a shame to let him go out of the coffeeshop empty handed.

"I'm afraid you will not kiss them a goodbye. The options that I have for you is for me to teach you to use the card if you want me to, or.. I can buy it for you. So which one of the options would you like to use?"

It is obvious that he did not expect the options that you gave him.

"Yo, I- I can't let you do that, you work here for a reason and you barely know me. I don't want you to use any of your money to me so you can keep it to yourself and use it for the stuff you wanna buy."

You can't lie that you are touched when you listened to his explanation about the reason why he don't want you to spend your money on him.

"And.. I kind of forgot the PIN number, only my mom knows it but I'm afraid she's asleep at this hour."

You nodded your head before you asked him to wait for a moment as you take his order at the kitchen. Few minutes later, you came out with his banana milk and bagel that you reheat just now. He was about to refuse when you swiftly hands it to him but insist that he should have it. And the next thing happened is you gave him a company as he finishes his banana milk and bagel while you are closing the coffee shop.

"I seriously can't thank you enough for this. The whole day was too hectic for me today and I did not even realize that I skipped my dinner. How should I compensate you though? I should return your kindness, so is there any way or anything that I can do to do so, please? "

It felt surreal that you, yourself have no idea how did your crush on him grows big and bigger from the moment he stopped by at the counter until this moment. But one thing that you know for sure, you gotta try to shoot your shot. And that's what you did.

"Maybe you can start by introducing yourself because I still don't have your name."

You successfully made him blushed so hard, and both of you spent the night getting to know each other while enjoying each other company until 1 am.

that night, you have learned that he is a Korean and his name is Minhyung Lee. But he mainly use his English name, Mark, around his friends. Apart from that, he is graduating from his high school soon and planning to further his studies at a college and both of you also learned that you are around the same age except for the fact that he is older than you.

Ever since then, he has been a regular customer of the coffee shop. And it would be a lie if you deny your true feelings towards him. You are afraid to confess because you are scared to get hurt by rejection. And you were glad you didn't. Because he just stopped going to the coffee shop and you had never seen him again ever since then.

A few months after that, you graduated from high school and got an offer to study at a college in Canada. You don't know why, but you decided to take the offer as it reminds you of Mark, who once mentioned that Canada was his hometown.

It is the New Year Eve where everyone is waiting for the countdown for the new year to start. And your eyes met with a pair of dark brown eyes which is familiar to you.

#nct dream #nct 127 #mark lee #nct fanfic #nct fluff #nct au #lee minhyung #nct mark #kpop #kpop fanfic

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kanene-yaaay · 6 months

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Heya heyaaa

Oof, thing feel really serious when I put a title javagcwwuvwdodj but! It's a proper moment to use a title here, I think. After all, I came to say goodbye.

Yeah, who would think ahfwtwcev

I have been thinking and pondering about this for some months now, since June when That Stuff happened and I had to jump away from here and uhhh it feels corny to say that but a lot of things changed to me and I changed a lot together with everything too.

So, I think it's my time to let this blog go. Not because I feel bad about it now or anything but... I am no longer that attached to tickling to maintain it. It's still cute, playful and comforting, but it is now a part of a lot of other things that are just as cute, playful and comforting to me.

This blog had a good run and I'm incredibly grateful because of it. Six entire years, if I am not mistaken, and I won't delete it anytime soon so the numbers will keep going! For as long as it wants or it is allowed to. All my fics, my headcanons, my rambles and reblogs will stay here because I don't want nor have the heart to delete it. There are such amazing, wonderful and well created arts and stories in this community that deserve all the attention and all the screams.

And! Talking about that! The people! I would like to say the biggest and most heartful thank you that you could ever imagine. Full of big hugs and smiles. I've met awesome people here that I will forever hold dear in my heart. Thank you for the company and the fun and for being so lovely and inspiring to me, all of you. It doesn't matter if we talked for years or minutes, thank you very much. It was so cool! @oliviaischillin1204, @august-anon, @flames-tstuff, @soft--valentine, @honeydew-sillies, @carrie-tate, @trashyswitch, @rosileeduckie, @squeaky-n-blushy, @why-not-a-tickle-blog, @thetickleeraven, @a-fluffer-nutter, @fluffyskies, @just-open-the-fridge-yo, @fluffystuffies, @ijustliketickling, @veryblushyswitch also everyone that is no longer in the community. If you see this, I remember you! Big hug!

And thank you so much for all of you that supported my blog and my work in any and every way. Commenting, reblogging, liking, sending askys about it... It really meant (and means!) a whole lot to me and Def is one of the reasons that kept me creating for so so long and so so much. It was the reason I stopped feeling so self conscious about my English and helped me to try new things and scenarios. Please accept this cookie as a token of my appreciation 🍪 I love to see all of your rambles or just your icon appearing on my notifs.

Also, how could I ever forget the artists and writers that make this community such a fun and colorful space? All the thanks and all the screams and rambles to all of you. Creating is so hard and yet you just come here and do such a wonderful job! How dare! I still think about your creations in my daily life, believe me ahcwgwxwhwcwfcw @ticklepinions, @intheticklecloset, @jettorii, @ssnicker-doodles, @giggly-squiggily, @simplysmilingdrew, @tiklart, @otomiyaa, @verynickelpizzarascal, @fbpanimations and much much more, tbh all the beans that I got shy to tag kjhgfdefghj

Hmmm, I think that this is what I wanted to say. To be honest, writing fics w tickling in it still feels comfortable and cool, so I will probably appear from one year or other to post something and vanish again ahfwtwxwowyq but yeah, can't really say that there will be much interaction besides that. I had that Big Post full of arts and fics that I love that I wanted to post before going but no energy dfghjhgf maybe one day I will finish it and post oh well

Anyway. One of the things that I always tried to bring here was that every creator should have at least one nice comment soooo if ! You think about me or this blog! Consider giving a comment or a quick rb to some artist/creator/blog that you really like, bet it will bring a smile to the bean's face! :D

Okay, okay, enough of rambling. It was incredible. Thank you! Hope you have a lovely week and don't forget to be kind, take care and drink water. Byee <3 <3

#See ya beans <3 #BIg hugs and spinning hugs all around #Kanene being Kanene #More than 3000 posts gosh that is crazyyy

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Hi can I get the uhhhhhh the main 8 with a cook s/o? Like s/o can make almost food they want and the food taste like amazing!!! Thanks you :3

(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) Cook S/O!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N i love when u guys request stuff like ur ordering from a restaurant. Like yes sirrreee coming right up

Trigger Warning: None, just fluff!

Oh, he’d absolutely adore this! He’s got terrible taste, so maybe you can finally make him… normal. He’ll love anything you make, so get crazy with it.

Just don’t let him in the chicken. You’ll ask him to boil something and when you turn around, he puts it in the microwave instead. He wants to help! He just never learned even… the basics of cooking.

Surprisingly, he has a pretty diverse palette (despite being picky) so you’d never have to tone anything done when cooking for the two of you.

Well… this is ironic. A world-renownedly terrible chef dating a great one. What is this, a sitcom?

Just please don’t let him near your food before it’s done. It’s like his touch is cursed. You ask him to measure out the milk and next thing you know he’s bleeding all over the place. How? Well, it doesn’t really matter compared to the fact that he’s getting his blood in your precious meal!

Seeing your talent, he’ll definitely ask you to make a few classic British dishes. But when he hands you the recipe… there is no way for it to be tasty without changing basically everything. But if you do that, he probably won’t notice and will just start gushing about how perfect it is. Guess that’s what happens when you have no tastebuds.

Oh wow, he’s blown away! Francis prides himself on his fancy food, and yet you’ve outdone him completely in a quarter of the time! You must be truly gifted…

Pretty soon every meal will be treated like he’s a world-star food critic. Which, technically, he could be. He knows quite a lot about the culinary arts and would love to share that love with you. There is no better way to show you care other than slaving over a hot stove to create something wonderful.

But don’t expect to be cooking all the time. He would love to make traditional French cuisine for you, anytime you ask.

Great, being upstaged by someone a hundredth of his age. Well, you’re lucky he loves you so much. He takes a lot of pride in his cooking, so seeing you make something better than he ever could… shameful!

That being said, he’s still excited. If you’re this talented, imagine what your food would taste like with his old tricks. Imagine what you could do with his traditional dishes… he’s drooling already.

It’ll be hard for him not to show you off. I mean, power couple much? You can work together to create a feast so magnificent everyone around the world will be jealous!

The smell of freshly cooked food, the warmth, the exquisite taste; Why, aren’t you a perfect little partner! He should ask you to cook all the time…

He may not be much of a savant himself, but it doesn’t take a skilled taste to tell how great your food is. And he could not be happier! Can you make him some traditional Russian dishes? Please? He’s sure that you can do them perfectly! And he would love you forever for it :) (He would love you forever anyway, but he just really, really wants you to cook for him.)

He’s also going to try to show you off. He just thinks you’re the most talented person in this whole world and your gift should be shared with everyone!

Not to brag, but he’s been known as quite the chef as well. Italian cuisine is known worldwide for its tastiness… and now he can share his roots with someone who can truly appreciate it!

He might even start crying upon tasting some of your dishes… he just can’t believe how good it is! It takes him back to his childhood… or something. Really, he’s just super emotional. But he couldn’t be more proud of you!

Plus you guys can cook together, how picture-perfect. Although actually… he’ll probably get frustrated if you guys are both stuffed into his tiny kitchen together. He’ll just cook for you instead. Maybe you can give him a few pointers, just as he can for you!

Ludwig really admires your talent! He’s never been much of a connoisseur himself, even if he wanted to. But maybe now that you two are together, that’ll change.

He insists on watching you cook. He really wants to learn from you, but he’s a little worried about messing up your incredible work at first. But if you ask him to help, he’ll happily be your little worker bee.

German food is not known for being very… flavorful. But maybe you can teach him to love the unfamiliar.

If you’re so good at cooking, can he join you? He loves making things with those he loves, and cooking is one of the best ways to do so. And he’ll be shocked if you can outmatch him (you probably can.)

Even if your cooking is the best on earth, he insists on making food for you two most nights. It’s not that he doesn’t like yours! No, not at all, he just doesn’t wanna put that pressure on you.

Pretty soon, he’ll ask to teach you traditional Japanese dishes. Please indulge him, he’d really appreciate it.

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Hey, can i request a shuri x afab reader where the reader is an avenger sent after tchallas death to help protect wakanda(preferably a superhero with wings or something like that) and shuri falls in love with her and they both confess at the same time after reader gets jealous of riri. Please. Thank you <333

ღ the scientist II

hi! thank you so much for requesting this! i changed it a bit so i could fit it into the story, i hope you don’t mind that much, but this idea was just stuck up in my head and your request captured it almost ideally!

navigation // request // me and find the rest!

summary: shuri meets riri and the reader gets jealous of riri (the confess part is gonna be in another part)

warnings: SPOILERS FOR BP: WAKANDA FOREVER

notes: that’s the awaited part two! i hope you enjoy!

part one // part three // part four

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all tree of you get out of the car at the parking of your workshop. there was a light turned on inside, you could see it through one of the windows. she was there.

you quickly passed shuri and okoye being the first one to enter. with a slight amount of strength, you pressed the handle and in no time you smelled home.

opening door for the two women you get out of the way for them to come in and also going fast to your stand looking for the thing you originally came here for.

shuri was literally amazed when she saw everything that you and your friend were working on there. she couldn’t pull away her eyes.

“yo” suddenly you heard a voice. you knew it’d finally happen.

“hey” you responded. shuri and okoye were standing in a line with a confused looks on their faces, a really precious picture if i’m gonna be honest.

“woo, whose that?” your friend asked finally emerging from her stand.

“that’s shuri, princess of wakanda and her friend who’s also her bodyguard” you explained to the poor girl.

“hey” shuri greeted herself and riri immediately smiled at her.

“hi princess” she greeted too and you not intentionally rolled you eyes at her words. you haven’t noticed you were being watched.

“YOU BUILT THIS?” shuri scream looking up and seeing riri’s armor.

“yea, almost everything in here was built by us.” she responded looking really proud.

“you guys are incredible.” shuri said still not pulling away her eyes.

“geniuses.” okoye commented also looking around.

you finally approached your stand and turned on your computer with all your plans and everything inside.

“you keep such important plans on your laptop?” okoye asked you looking very concerned.

“you wouldn’t have a chance breaking into it.” you said feeling a little bold.

“imagine forgetting one of those passwords.” shuri laughed watching all of your works.

“there was this one time,” riri replied, catching shuri’s attention. “i forgot it, and spend a whole semester breaking into my own account” she laughed at which shuri just smiled.

you felt your blood boiling. even though you didn’t know why.

“that’s what happens when you’re forgetful.” you sarcastically smiled at your best friend.

“why so mean?” riri asked which came out more rhetorical. you huffed. okoye on the other hand, smiled to herself watching this whole interaction.

“how long did it take you to build this?” shuri asked her, pointing to the armor under the metal ceiling.

“almost my whole life.” she replied also looking up at it. “the work of my life.” she laughed and shuri did the same.

“without stark’s plans you’d have nothing.” you said sounding more mean that you wanted.

“that’s half true tho.” riri responded not catching or just ignoring your tone. “but help is always appreciated right?” she said smiling and shuri just nodded.

“you also have a lot of talent i mean, without it you’d be nowhere.” shuri replied looking at riri with pure excitement. similar to the look she gave you when you were at the campus.

“to be young, gifted and black, right?” riri said, which earned her a chuckle from okoye and a bright smile from shuri. oh, and another roll of your eyes but they probably haven’t noticed that.

“it’s beautiful.” shuri said turning around and glueing her eyes to the motorcycle.

“one of my works.” riri replied claiming everything you did on it, to herself.

“you wish.” you whispered but everyone in the room heard you.

“don’t even think about it shuri.” warned okoye seeing the glint in shuri’s eyes.

“of course i won’t.” she responded shrugging her shoulders like it’s the clearest thing on the planet.

“y/n helped a bit with renovation but making it work was all me.” riri said, lying again.

“you sure about it?” you asked taking out the keys from your pocket and pushing one of the buttons you had attached to your pendant. the motorcycle immediately got to work and started making noise. you then quickly turned it off.

“fine. she helped a bit.” riri said with a rather jokingly tone. “but! i was the one to even bring it here” she said which was also half true.

“okaaay.” you said feeling the need to end this conversation and wanting all the attention to be directed back at you. “now i just need to find the file and we’ll be done.” you said like it was the most important thing you’ve ever said.

“great.” said okoye. “then we can head back to wakanda finally.” she added feeling the need to make her statement.

“you didn’t say anything?!” riri shouted coming up to you and hitting your arm. “an adventure in wakanda! girl, what happened when i was here?” she said not believing your words.

“yeah, yeah, i would prefer to be in class right now.” you said, eyes still glued to the screen.

“i’m not believing ya.” she said gesturing. “you are in for something you probably won’t forget till the end of your days. how could you pick school over it?” she asked rhetorically but you wanted to answer so bad, so you did.

“school has something to do with my future.” you responded harshly.

“you say that like this wouldn’t have something to do with you future.” she said directing her attention to shuri again. you didn’t quiet catch what she meant.

“i can’t believe you got access to those plans” shuri said suddenly breaking your conversation. she come up to the big board with so many papers sticked to it and started reading everything. riri was next to her in no time and wanted to explain everything but shuri didn’t let her. “i would love to work with these one day.” she said touching one of the papers wanting to look under it. riri wanted to show her more of the plans so she also touched the paper. suddenly their hands met while grabbing one of them. riri quickly looked at shuri and a small blush was creeping up on her face while she took her hand away the fasted you have ever seen. your attention which was directed at the two of them from the time they started standing before the board, came back to the laptop screen pretending to be searching for the file hard. you heard okoye laugh at the whole situation.

“oh princess.” she started and you knew it wasn’t gonna be good. “i think you should come to the city more. the girls here are pretty crazy about you.”

and you lost it.

impetuously you closed the computer getting everyone’s attention once again. “done.” you smiled sarcastically and this time riri rolled her eyes at you. you knew she wasn’t seriously mad it was just for the act. you came up to okoye handing her the laptop.

“great we can go ba-“ okoye started but at the same time all of us heard a siren. a police siren.

“you brought FBI and police to our place?!” riri screamed and shuri automatically shut her mouth putting a hand on it.

“riri, use the secret door. i’ll see you when i’m back.” you said worried. she nodded and quickly came up to you, for a hug. you squeezed her tight and then let her go watching as her posture disappears behind the little door.

“i thought it’d be peaceful for once.” you exhaled while grabbing all the papers from the board and thrusting then into a can, to burn them.

“girls get in to the car, we need to be fast.” okoye said walking to the car.

“be careful please!” you shouted not caring for a moment about people outside. “it’s… special.” you said and shuri nodded at your words.

“of course.” she said walking up to the car too, and attaching something to it. you turned on the torch and just threw it to the can with papers.

“i’m not going with you.” you stated and both women looked at you with shock.

“y/n you need to g-“ you interrupted okoye.

“no. i’m still going with you two i’m just gonna try something.” you explained clicking one of the buttons on your desk. suddenly the ceiling opened even more to expose something you were working almost all your life on.

“that must have taken you all your life” shuri said amazed by you again. “and tell me you also built it alone and i’m gonna throw hands.” she said immediately looking up and seeing metallic wings attached by strings to the final window on the ceiling.

“it took only like eighteen years.” you smiled and pushed another button making wings not so slowly come down to the height you were able to take them off the strings and put on your back.

“open the gate for us.” shuri demanded and you did just that, loving how you could finally use almost all of the buttons.

“okay, now, shuri get in.” okoye said sitting behind the wheel.

“i’m sorry okoye but we’ll catch up! griot drive!” she quickly said and the engine get to work.

“yes princess” the al answered her.

“shuri!” okoye screamed while being driven away from your workshop.

“she’ll be fine.” shuri said to you and you smiled at her, putting on your wings.

“i’m certain.” you smiled even more and shuri quickly came up to you. you weren’t sure what was happening.

“now, have this.” shuri said putting something behind your ear. “it’s a tracker so you can be in touch with us all the time.” she said and her hand cupped your cheek for a bit. she was looking right into your eyes and you felt like you’re gonna melt any moment now. she smiled seeing the blush forming on your face.

“thank you princess.” you said the only thing that came up to your mind at that moment. she licked her lips still smiling and suddenly took her hand away going towards her desired machine.

“now let’s go, we need to escape them.” she said hopping on the motorcycle and immediately starting it, which you weren’t sure how she did it. but besides that, you didn’t need to be told twice. shuri drove right out of your workshop and in no time you flew after her.

you couldn’t believe you were finally using your wings. the thing you worked most of your life on and one of your biggest dreams. it was like a dream come true, literally.

all of the action were happening so fast you didn’t know how you could catch up. but you did. and you did it excellent.

after shooting down the huge drone you landed on the bridge; the place all three of you were supposed to meet up again. and right in the moment when your feet were about to touch the ground you felt an unimaginable pain in your ankle. and it that moment - everything went black.

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