#I didn’t proofread it and it’s already 3 in the morning and I wrote this while I had cix’ ”I’m here for you” didn’t help either

[thasorns-moved]

I cannot shake my thoughts about this and I’ll know I’ll keep this drama close to my heart. The fact that Myung ha’s ‘sunbae’ opened the riff to the world with the question “would you change it for me?” Also the fact that Myung ha’s alternate universe/game world started with the sound of an ocean tells already a lot about it but we won’t know until Episode 8 why. Throughout the series we watched Myung ha doing everything in his power to make Yeo woon happy while he himself couldn’t rely, couldn’t trust, couldn’t open himself up to him. We know the phrase of his ex gf “you don’t know how to love anyone.” left a deep scar in his soul which he carried with to the alternate universe/game. I try to think the system errors which occurred during the game was a way to change Myung ha’s mindset to not make the same mistakes and/or go on with his habitual habits he did in his life before he drowned himself. Also the different tasks was it actually for Myung ha to realize that he’s the one who makes Yeo-woon happy (which he didn’t). He retreated himself from Yeo woon because he couldn’t choose between the most important persons in his life as we saw his grandma died in real life which makes me think if he also knew that because in one sequence in the game/au it asked him if he wants to bring back some memories of Myung ha’s life. Also the last I love you from Yeo woon was the cherry on top to let the system completely crash where he distanced himself from Yeo woon. “I want to spend my remaining time making Yeo woon happy as best as I can. But it seems the more I try, the more unhappy I make Yeo-woon.” Which Myung ha remembers what Yeo-woon said: “whenever I see you, I both feel good and want to cry. I feel so much about every little thing. But I’m not happy at all right now.” Which again I try to think it is about why Myung ha doesn’t rely more on him? Why he doesn’t open himself up to him? A relationship is based off of trust, give and take… etc. but Myung ha goes into this relationship with deep rooted traumas which causes lack of self love. If one loves not itself enough how can they expect to love someone else which what explains Myung ha’s last phrase in the same scene so much. “Why did I think I could make you happy?” It’s as if he doesn’t think that a loner like him could be the one to give him love and happiness. What follows after is that he choses Yeo woon’s happiness even if he’s not his happiness… which again brings me to the beginning where Myung ha thinks “but I prefer lonely supporting characters to happy protagonists.” In this case he’s the lonely supporting character to our happy protagonist Yeo-woon. “But being fated to live that kind of life… is just so unfair.” He knew/knows how cruel life can be so he chose his happiness over everything and got vanished from the game. He realized by now that Yeo-woon is/was more important than he wanted to admit. Yeo-woon is/was a glimpse of happiness in Myung ha’s life. What brings us to the tragic backstory of his life and how he lived. All the obstacles he endured and went through led to his drowning (at this point we saw Yeo-woon’s obstacles in the alternate universe/game at least in my opinion). This is the turning point for Myung ha. “I was hoping if you saw yourself from someone else’s perspective, you would learnt to love yourself. I thought if you learned to love someone, you would be a little happier.” I want to make a reference here to the title itself “Love for Love’s sake” because all the sacrifices he did and cared more for others than himself… but he found happiness. In Yeo-woon. And he chose his own happiness for once. It’s the way he chooses all these things for himself, to open himself up for him, to rely and be cared for. “It would be nice to have someone. Someone who cares by my side. Someone who gives me chances when I fail and feel hopeless. It would be nice to have someone who always gives me love.” Which they found both in each other.

[buckybarnesslutshop]

Saturday Morning

Bucky Barnes x Reader

NSFW: Minors DNI- Blocking is on sight

CWs: Smut, NSFW, sex, crawling, rules, sub/dom and BDSM dynamics, Dom!Bucky, Sub!Reader, power dynamics; Daddy and Sir titles for Bucky; Good Girl, Slut, Whore, Doll, Princess, pretty girl, baby for Reader; reader is AFAB and she/her is used for reader; slight marking, oral f!receiving, fingering, squirting, praise and degradation, begging, slight edging, overstimulstion, squirting, themes of dumbification and humiliation, slight aftercare (bc round 2 baby), Bucky switching from rough to sweet, needy reader, loud reader, alluded round 2, Bucky being a bit of a little shit (in a good way), but so is reader

A/N: so this is the ✨ first ✨ fic lol. i wrote this when i had no connection in the countryside in notes app with no idea what I was writing ahead of time, so please excuse that. Somewhat proofread, I’ve got bad eyes don’t yell at me. Anyways welcome to the page lol. As you can tell, I was horny when writing this. Have a good week/weekend!

-S 🌻

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On the weekends, well, when Bucky wasn’t away on a mission and there were no set plans, sometimes the two of you would do what you called a “detox from life.” Sort of like a digital detox, where the goal is to avoid using social media, the goal of these special weekends was to separate from the outside world for a short time. A way to disengage with worries, to find solace in just each other. Sometimes, they lasted one day. Others started on Friday when you came home from work and ended Sunday evening. Either way, the dynamic was always set. Bucky was in charge, with full decision making power, and you behaved for him. Mostly, anyways.

This weekend was one of those instances. Recently, work had become rather overbearing. Bucky felt similarly: last week’s mission left him with piles of paperwork and a migraine that got bigger every time Sam commented on everything that had gone wrong.

So Bucky sent a message to Sam and let him know you both would be “away” for the weekend. Whether Sam had any idea of what that actually meant, he didn’t know nor care.

See, on these days, there were a few rules:

1. Always listen to what you’re told

2. You have to ask for what you want

3. Brats get punished

4. Bucky is no longer Bucky, he is Sir or Daddy unless a safe word is called or if aftercare is happening

5. A safe word must always be called if either you or him become uncomfortable

Oh, and rule 6: good girls don’t wear clothing, of course, unless Bucky says so.

That last rule often meant that Bucky would tell you to bend over the sofa, the counter, the bed, or anything else, just so he could get a view of your ass and pussy. Occasionally, he’d sit and just lightly toy with your cunt, seeing how wet you already were and were becoming. “Such a wet slut, doll. All for me, huh?” And you’d whimper back, “All for you, Daddy.”

Often times too, he made you crawl, like today. As they say across the kink community, a sub who can only think about behaving is a sub not worrying about anything else. And yeah, your knees would hurt eventually, and the embarrassment permanently tinted your cheeks red, and the look in your eyes when you looked up at Bucky was just oh so deliciously pathetic, but the submission was what you both wanted needed.

As you crawled from the bedroom to the living room: stark naked and dripping, mind you, you could see Bucky sitting on the couch. When he saw you, his eyes darkened, but he stayed silent. Upon crawling to him, and nudging his legs open, he complied. Sitting between them, arms on his calves, you nuzzle into his left thigh, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“What do you want, pretty girl?”

But you’ve never been good at asking, so instead you whine frustratedly and pout slightly, eyebrows furrowing.

“You have to ask, you know the rules.”

You shift uncomfortably, asking has always made you nervous, and it’s taken you a long time with Buck to even get this far.

“I… Just. I just. I need… you. Want you.”

Bucky coos, taking his hand to your hair, gently playing with it and petting on you. “Try one more time for me baby, gotta ask real good and proper. What do you want? A hug? A kiss? Or is it something else?”

You whine loudly, laying your head down for a minute against his thigh. You huff, well aware he can feel it. You look up again, adopting your prettiest begging eyes. And oh Bucky loved to hear you beg. “Please Daddy? Need you to make me feel good, want your cock and your fingers and everything.”

Bucky only smirks, and grabs your chin with his metal arm. His thumb tugs your lip down, and he presses it into your mouth. Your mind goes hazy in an instant, sucking with no real hesitance. “Of course I can, baby. Daddy will take care of you, fuck you real good. You just wanna be taken care of, to not have to think, hm?” You nod, your mind a bit off into another land but still understanding.

“Let’s go to the bedroom then baby. Come on.” He pulls his thumb out, standing up. You’re reminded then that you can’t stand, not unless he says so, so you have to crawl along with him. He walks slowly with you, relishing in the silence that he knows is driving your humiliation further. You’re aware of his attention on you. Once there, he opens the door, letting you both in, and shutting it behind you. You wait for instruction.

“Stand up princess.” You do, legs a bit wobbly and achey. He catches you when you stumble, letting you steady as he kisses your forehead. “Let me make you feel good, ok?” He kisses you gently, starting off softly. He always does when your legs are sore and achey. Almost like he’s kissing the pain out of your body.

Soon enough though, he pushes you until your back is against the bedroom door, and begins devouring you through kisses. His tongue dances in, rendering you absolutely breathless and submitting to him. He pulls back, peppering kisses along your jaw in the spots he has come to know are OH so sensitive. He bites softly at the base of your neck in one of those spots, eliciting a moan from you, sucking hard to mark that spot on your skin for the hundredth time.

Once satisfied, he runs his tongue over it, gives it a kiss, and moves down to your breasts, taking your left nipple in his mouth to just tease you some. Your whimpers grow, and the steadiness you found in your legs begins to be lost again. By the time he is done with both nipples, you’re barely holding up, clutching on to him as much as you can. He stands, puts his hands on your hips, and pulls you slightly from the door. “Jump.” And you do, jumping so that your legs straddle his hips as Bucky lifts you to help. Your bare cunt is almost too close to his clothed, hard, cock, and kisses you again, seemingly more feverish than before.

Suddenly, your back hits the bed, and you realize he’s taken you over. He just stares for a moment, raking his eyes down your body, across your breasts, looking in your eyes. You squirm, feeling pent up and a bit embarrassed at his gaze. The clear difference in you being naked and him still in his sweats and t-shirt marks it even clearer who is in charge here: and it’s not you. He crawls on top, kissing down your neck again, before grabbing you by the hips to push you further up the bed, aligning your cunt with his face.

He dramatically inhales, groaning lowly at your scent. He never wants to be away from the smell of you, so always relishes in any moment he gets to smell your freshly soaked cunt. Besides, it always earns a small squeak of embarrassment from you, and releases another gush of arousal. He starts, then, with light licks at your clit, before growing more sloppy and obsessed with eating you out like he never will again. The wet sounds of his mouth almost fade into the background over your whimpers and moans.

“Fuck, daddy please-“ the begging already beginning, for who knows what.

“What princess? What do you want?” he says, in the low gravely voice you love.

“Please- Please please please” and you’re already drunk on him. “Please I wanna cum!” He pulls away, gaining another whine from you. Luckily, he thrusts a finger in suddenly, before quickly adding a second. You’re already soaked, and the sound it makes as he thrusts his thick fingers in is borderline heinous. “Just listen to that pretty pussy baby, listen to how much she loves stretching out for me.”

You cry out, his thick fingers always managing to make you feel full. He quickly finds the same spot that has your legs shaking, and a choked moan escapes you. You whine and moan, all words becoming some variation of “please daddy!” and “can I cum?”

“Go ahead doll, cum all over my fingers, soak me nice and good baby,” he says, and your legs begin to shake as Bucky has to place his other hand on your hip to keep you still enough. His thrusts continue as you ride out your orgasm, trying to catch your breath, and he stills.

Fingers still in you, he leans up, gently kissing you. “Feelin ok love?” He asks. You nod, and tell him you’re ok. His look of care turns into a bit of a smirk, but you barely notice. He stays somewhat straddled over you, adjusting so he can start thrusting again.

The immediate reaction he gets out of you is delicious. You’re almost yelling your moans. “Fuck fuck- Buck, sensitive! Sensitive oh my god-“ and he cuts you of with a slap to your thigh. “That’s not my name, slut. Or have you already forgotten? Daddy decides when you’re done, and you and I both know you have multiple more in you.”

“‘M sorry Daddy! I’m sorry” you sob out, feeling the rush of stimulation go to your head along with the degradation. The squelching becomes louder, almost deafening to you both. Bucky slows before adding a third finger. You cry out again, though the stretching feeling is all too welcome to you. A long string of curses come out, though somewhat incoherent.

“Please Sir! More. Need more, another finger please! Please Daddy!” Bucky slows slightly at this, as though he knows you enjoy feeling as full as can be, he knows you must be feeling particularly desperate to not even hesitate asking. He laughs, a sound almost jarring to you. Your eyes open to meet his blown-out dark ones.

“Oh doll, you’re such a good girl for me.” He pulls his fingers out. “SUCH a good-“ and four go in “-slut for me, askin for what you want. Askin to be full and stretched and fucked by my fingers.” You can barely think anymore, beginning to babble “please Daddy” and “thank you” and strings of cursed.

It’s then the feeling in your belly grows and you know all too well what is coming. Your cunt flutters and clenches down on Bucky’s fingers in a way he knows all too well, and thrusts just a bit harder to get you to your orgasm. “Cum for me baby, as soon as you’re there cum for me. You have permission.”

You nod, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes, but you still feel that slightly different feeling in your belly grow. You try to warn him of what’s coming, barely getting out “Daddy wait- wait gonna- it’s-“ Before a choked sob, or maybe a moan? Comes out and you cum, soaking Bucky’s hand in several spurts of squirt.

Upon seeing this, Bucky just grows more feral, a low growl being heard from him. He doesn’t stop, even when he’s sure you’ve rode out your orgasm.

Your eyes go wide as you realize he has no intent of stopping. “Daddy daddy wait- wait fuck! it’s! Daddy! Sensitive oh fuck-“

And Bucky shuts you up with another growl, “you’ll take what Daddy gives you. You’re cumming on my fingers again, and you’ll keep cumming until you squirt on my hand like a little whore again.” Your cunt clenches, and you whine.

“Aw, does someone like that? Does princess want me to fuck her stupid? Does my pretty girl want me to make her squirt like a slut?” And he keeps thrusting into that spot, all four fingers stretching you. The first tear falls, your mind completely gone. You can barely get the words out, mostly moaning and crying out, until there’s only the small warning of “fuck Daddy I-“ before you cum screaming. A large gush soaks Bucky’s hand as well as the sheets. Some even lands on his sweatpants and up his arm. He barely can contain himself enough to gently help you finish riding out your orgasm, a few sobs and tears coming out throughout the long high. His fingers come out of you with the characteristic squelch, and he grabs a wipe from the pack that sits on the nightstand during weekends like this.

“Doll? Are you ok?” He asks. You mumble something along the lines of a yes, legs still twitching and breathing slowing still. “Baby, I need words.” You whine, a quiet “Daddyyyyy” followed by a sigh and then “‘m ok. Feel good. Feel fuzzy.” You open your eyes slightly with a lopsided grin. He breaths out a sigh, kissing your forehead. He turns you a bit and lays next to you, spooning you and holding you close.

“That a bit intense doll?” He asks. “Nah, can handle it.” You say, the smile growing a bit wider.

“Oh, so you don’t want a break? Because I was going to be nice and let your pretty pussy rest baby, but maybe not. Maybe Daddy will just shove his big fat cock in” he says, voice low and growlish. The grip he has on your hip grows tight.

You grind down on him, well aware of his hard cock that you can almost feel throbbing. Bucky lets out a guttural moan, before you turn your head to look at him and say “is that a promise?”

[annawritesblog]

can I have a mental health comfort (smut if you would like to make it) with an f1 driver preferably one of the Mercedes boys or McLaren boys tyy xx

Let me take care of you(ln4)

A/N: wrote this in like an hour, so excuse me if it’s not the best:( thank you for requesting this though, it was so fun writing it! hope you like it, sweetheart<3

warnings: talks of mental health, emotional!reader, crying, angst, use of y/n, not proofread

requests are open!

The hotel room door clicked shut behind y/n and Lando, muffling the distant hum of the city. It was late at night, too late, and the weight of the day still felt heavy on y/n’s shoulders.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” She said quietly and flicked the lights on.

Lando dropped his backpack on the bed and turned towards the girl with a smirk on his face. “I can help with that.”

y/n looked tired. Her eyes were red from all the a/c, hair frizzy from the heat and makeup slightly melted. “I’ll manage alone.” She said simply and shut the bathroom door behind herself.

Lando was a little disappointed with her answer. I mean, he did a great job driving that day, securing P3, usually she would be the one dragging him to the shower. Not today apparently.

Her hands were trembling on the counter as she was trying to calm her nerves. It had been too much. Her reflection in the mirror was concerning even to herself. She usually looked okay after a race day, happy even. But now, she saw another version of y/n. An overwhelmed, exhausted and small version.

It had started in the morning. The weather app warned her of extreme heat and humidity, a pimple had appeared on her face overnight and her head was living a life of its own. She shrugged it off like she usually would, got dressed and took the shuttle to the track where Lando was already fulfilling media duties.

The heat was unbearable, the crowd was never ending and y/n’s thoughts were racing at 300 miles an hour. She couldn’t quite pinpoint what was different from other race weekends, it was just…unique. By the time she arrived at the McLaren hospitality, at least 15 people held conversations with her, tens of fans asked if she could give Lando this and that, she smiled nicely obviously, but inside she was collapsing.

She liked supporting Lando, she really did. She loved how his fans were always so friendly and how muck they supported Lando, but it was getting too much all of a sudden.

She was fine when Lando was next to her, she always was. She was fine when she spent time with Lily at the hospitality, but not when she was all alone. She hated that. It reminded her of all the times she would sit alone in high school at the cafeteria. Or when she had to travel alone back home. When she’s all alone in their shared apartment while Lando is racing.

She tried her best to always surround herself with friends, going for drinks after work, grabbing lunch together or going on shopping sprees. She didn’t care for being alone, she had gotten a real good taste of that in her childhood.

She didn’t even realise that tears started falling from her eyes. She still stood there, in front of the mirror, grabbing onto the counter so hard that her knuckles turned white. She didn’t know how long she’d been standing like that.

“It’s okay.” She tried to tell herself. “You’re okay.” It was just an overwhelming day, but it’s over now.

“Baby you forgot your-“ Lando opened the door, towel in his hand but as soon as he saw y/n he couldn’t finish his sentence.

The girl didn’t want him to see her like that. She was overreacting, she didn’t want to ruin Lando’s day with her whining. “Thank you.” She grabbed the towel and forced a faint smile on her face but Lando was having none of it.

“Hey- what’s wrong?” Lando stepped closer slowly, like he was scared of scaring her away.

“It’s nothing. I’m okay.” She tried to convince Lando but her face was saying something else.

“It doesn’t look like nothing to me.” His voice was firm and he wiped a tear from her face. “Why are you crying, y/n?” His hand was soft on her face, caressing her cheeks in slow motions.

She couldn’t help but lean into his hand and close her eyes. “I-…” her tears were already coating his fingers.

“Come here.” He pulled her closer. She wrapped her arms around his waist while Lando’s hands found her hair, pulling her even closer to his chest.

The girl grabbed onto his shirt like her life depended on it and her sobs filled the quiet bathroom. Lando still didn’t know why she was crying, but he held her close like an anchor and was not about to let go off her. “Baby, it’s okay.” He whispered and kissed the top of her head that he knew she liked so much. “Let it out.”

And she did. She cried into his chest for God knows how long. Lando didn’t move, he didn’t push, he just held her and occasionally whispered in her ear. “I’m right here.”

The girl pulled away slightly, just enough to look into Lando’s eyes. He had a soft expression on his face and his eyes were so full of pain and sadness that it made y/n want to cry even harder. She never wanted this. Never wanted to make him carry her weights as well. That’s why she never told him how much she hated being alone in the paddock.

“Talk to me, baby.” He held her face close to his. “You’re scaring me here.”

“I’m sorry.” She whispered like she had done something wrong.

“Don’t apologise, it’s alright. Whatever it is, it will be alright.”

“It’s just, it was hard today.” She confessed. “There were too many people, I couldn’t find any familiar faces, I-“

“I’m sorry. I should’ve brought you with me in the morning and then I should’ve asked Carlos to-“

Lando mumbled as he held her face even closer but y/n cut in. “Hey, it’s not your fault I was just overwhelmed.” She sighed and dropped her hands. “It became all too much, I felt everyone staring at me when I walked, I couldn’t find Lily. I just got scared.” She admitted.

Lando’s eyes were full of hurt. He should’ve known. He should’ve known she was uncomfortable from her voice. He should’ve assumed something was wrong from all her fidgeting. He knows her, how could he miss this? He was usually so attentive, but today he felt like he let her down. And it was killing him.

“Baby, I’m sorry you had to go through that.” He exhaled and wiped another tear that escaped her eyes. “I can’t even imagine how horrible that must’ve been for you, I-. I’m here now, y/n. I’m not going anywhere.” He hugged the girl and stroked her hair.

“I’ll be more attentive, I promise.” Lando kissed her forehead. “You’re okay now.”

“I don’t want you to feel bad about this, Lan.” She whispered against him. “It’s me who has to power through this.”

“I’ll help you. I’ll do everything, darling.” The girl looked up at him and nodded, now calmer.

Lando leaned in, his lips meeting y/n’s in the softest and warmest kiss. There was no urgency, just warmth and comfort. Exactly what y/n needed. His thumb brushed along her jaw and he deepened the kiss, reminding her she’s safe now.

Lando pulled away first and rested his forehead against hers. “I love you so much.” His words were delicate. “It’s alright, okay?”

“Okay.” She smiled softly.

“Let me take care of you.” He pushed her away slightly, just enough to touch her arms.

He stepped aside, turning the water on. He turned back to the girl and grabbed the hem of her dress. “May I?” She nodded and Lando pulled the dress over her head.

Normally, he would’ve already lost his mind, seeing her in nothing but her underwear but tonight he wanted to make her feel safe.

“Im sorry I got some makeup on your hoodie.” She looked at the mascara stained brown hoodie he was wearing. Her makeup must’ve smudged so hard, she didn’t even want to look into the mirror to see what a mess she looked.

“Don’t worry about that.” Lando couldn’t have cared less about his hoodie, all that mattered was that she was alright.

“I must look like a mess.” She tried laughing but failed miserably.

“You look like the strongest woman ever.” And he meant every word, because to him she was the strongest ever. “Come here.”

She stepped closer and Lando unhooked her bra that fell on the floor, leaving her chest uncovered. He threw his hoodie off along with his undershirt and checked the water’s temperature.

y/n stepped in the hot shower and Lando was close behind her, after undressing completely. He stood firm behind her, only touching her arm. The hot water felt so good on y/n’s body even though it was a hundred degrees out. And Lando’s comforting touches and kisses on her shoulders felt even better.

Her shoulders relaxed as Lando bathed the girl, like she was incapable of doing it herself. She rarely let her guards down this much, but now she felt like she needed this. And knowing that Lando was right there to take care of her, filled her with incredible joy.

“My perfect girl.” He whispered against her shoulder blades and the girl’s cheeks turned pink.

Lando wrapped a towel around y/n and then around his torso as well. He kissed her softly on the lips, just enough to make her feel known.

He fumbled through her toiletries until he found some cotton pads and micellar water. Without another word, he stepped close to her, her back hitting the counter and he started cleaning her face.

He had never done that before, not to her, not to any other girl. He just wanted her to let herself be taken care of for once. And he did a surprisingly throughout job. “Come on now.” He shut the bathroom door behind them.

He kneeled in front of his suitcase, looking for her favourite shirt of his that she had a habit of stealing every once in a while. He didn’t think twice and pulled the shirt over y/n’s head letting the towel fall to the ground.

Suddenly he picked her up bridal style and placed her on the bed.

She let out a hearty laugh, that made Lando’s heart flutter. “I can walk, you know.”

“Well I didn’t want you to.” He laid next to her and pulled the covers on the both of them. He tucked her closer to him, fingers tracing in her hair and mouth soft on her neck.

The girl curled up to him, placing her head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. Her favourite sound. “Thank you, Lan.”

“Don’t thank me, baby.” He wiped a loose strand of hair from her face. “I hope you’re okay.”

“I am now.” She smiled up at the boy who was already looking at her like he had his whole world in his arms.

“And now…” he reached for the remote control. “we’re gonna watch whatever rom com is on and I’m ordering room service.”

“Can we order some pasta?”

“Whatever you want.” He was already dialling room service. “Except for seafood.”

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P.S. He still can't know ; James Potter

⇨ f! reader x james potter

part 3 pf the p.s. series

⇨ summary: You find an old letter James wrote to you during fifth year confessing he loved you but never sent. You're now dating someone else. Chaos ensues. Secrets uncover.

⇨ warnings/notes: use of y/n, angst, not proofread, Emotional cheating themes, heartbreak, tension, crying, James spiraling, reader torn between two people, longing, and one (okay maybe a few) very old love letters.

a/n: okay i actually loved this episode, includes more girlhood than all that but i promise things will get more exciting.

⇨ word count: 3.2k

The Great Hall buzzed with the usual morning chatter — clinking cutlery, owls swooping low with parcels, a third-year bursting into tears over a Transfiguration essay. And yet, for Y/N, everything was muffled. Distant. Like watching the world through glass.

She sat beside Lily, toast untouched, fingers wrapped too tightly around her cup of tea. It had gone cold twenty minutes ago, but she hadn’t noticed. Or maybe she had. She just didn’t care.

Across the hall, Amos Diggory laughed at something a friend said. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t even look up.

They had broken up the night before.

No fighting. No drama. Just… stillness. She told him she wasn’t in it anymore, and Amos, Merlin bless him, had nodded like he already knew. Like he had for a while.

Y/N hadn’t slept.

“You okay?” Lily’s voice was quiet, almost apologetic. Like she knew better than to pry but couldn’t stop herself.

“Yeah.” Y/N’s voice came out thin. Too smooth to be honest. “Just tired.”

Lily’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t push, but the air between them tightened anyway.

Down the table, Marlene and Dorcas were trying — and failing — to act normal. Marlene sent her a sideways glance every few seconds, lips twitching with the effort of not asking a thousand questions. Dorcas offered her a slice of marmalade toast without a word. Y/N shook her head.

Then came it. The shift.

James Potter walked into the Great Hall, hands jammed into the pockets of his robes, hair looking like he’d fought sleep and lost. He moved like someone who was trying not to look for something.

But then his eyes found her.

He faltered. Just a step. Just for a second. Enough to notice if you were paying attention. Y/N didn’t meet his gaze, but she felt it — heavy and loaded and ..knowing?

The boys followed behind him like shadows. Sirius cracked a joke that made Peter snort and Remus roll his eyes. But James? James didn’t laugh. He barely sat down.

He was at the middle of the table. She was on the edge. It might as well have been inches. The silence between them buzzed louder than the entire hall.

She could feel the weight of the unsent letters burning behind her eyes.

He knew she’d seen them. And now he did not know how to act.

James stood suddenly, muttering something to Remus, who gave him a look but didn’t argue. He walked past her on his way out.

And for a fleeing second, he slowed.

The scent of him—vainilla, broom polish, and something sharp like cinnamon—brushed past her. Her fingers curled around her teacup. Her breath caught.

He didn’t say anything.

Didn’t stop.

Didn’t even look at her.

The moment passed, and he was gone.

Lily whispered, “You’re allowed to talk to him, you know.”

Y/N shook her head once. “Not yet.”

Her tea had gone ice cold by the time she tried it.

..

James spotted her the moment he turned the corner — standing outside the library, arms folded, books clutched tight to her chest, face unreadable. The flickering torchlight caught in her hair, and for a second, he just stared.

He didn’t plan this. Or maybe he had. He'd been walking aimlessly for the last fifteen minutes, telling himself it was coincidence. But here she was.

And he couldn’t not try.

“Hey.” His voice was quiet. Careful. Like she was something made of glass.

Y/N didn’t look up immediately. When she did, her face was polite. Too polite. He knew her, for God's sake, he spent and still has every waking moment thinking about her.

“Potter.” A nod. Distant. Like he was someone she used to know.

James winced at the way it sounded — his surname, formal and sharp like an old scar reopened. Not James. Not even nothing—just Potter. Like he was a stranger. Or worse, not important. It cut deeper than he’d admit.

“Didn’t think I’d run into you here,” he said, leaning a shoulder against the wall, trying to seem casual. He hated how stiff his voice sounded.

"Why would you even say that James, are you dense?" He said to himself.

She offered a smile that didn’t touch her eyes. “It’s a library, James. Not exactly a secret location.”

He laughed once, short and nervous. “Right. Yeah. Just meant—never mind.”

A beat of silence stretched between them.

James shifted, hands stuffed into his pockets. “I, um—How’ve you been?”

Y/N blinked slowly. “Great.”

It was a lie. They both knew it. But she said it like it was fact. Like it would be embarrassing to suggest otherwise.

He nodded, staring down at his shoes, then back at her like he wanted to say something else. Something important. “Listen, I—”

But she was already stepping away.

“You don’t have to pretend, James,” she said softly, almost kindly. “We’re fine. Everything’s fine.”

That smile again — brittle as ice.

And then she was gone. Disappearing into the library without giving him the chance to finish the sentence that had been burning in his throat for days.

James stood there a while longer, staring at the spot where she’d been. Then he let his head thump gently against the wall behind him.

“Brilliant,” he muttered to no one. “Absolutely brilliant.”

..

The dorm was quiet for once. Marlene and Dorcas were off at practice. Lily was probably finishing some Prefect patrol. And Y/N… Y/N sat alone on her bed, knees pulled to her chest, her uniform still rumpled from the day, her tie barely undone. Suddenly all the feelings tumbled onto her--not in a loud, thunderous way, but settling into her heart, aching.

The late afternoon sun spilled across the room in long golden stripes, catching dust motes that floated lazily in the still air.

She didn’t cry.

Not yet.

Her fingers absentmindedly traced the edge of the drawer where she’d hidden the letters.

His letters.

They were still there. She hadn’t dared to read them again since that first night. As if rereading them would somehow make it worse — like letting the words echo again would seal something irreversible.

She stood up, walked over to the full-length mirror beside her wardrobe, and stared.

She looked the same. Slightly tired, maybe. Her cheeks were a little hollowed, like she hadn’t been sleeping well. But otherwise — unchanged.

She leaned forward, resting her forehead against the cool glass.

“What do you want?” she whispered to herself.

The reflection didn’t answer.

“Do you want him to chase you?” she asked, softer this time, voice tinged with frustration. “Do you want him to hurt the way you know he did?”

Still nothing.

“Because he is hurting. And you know it. You see it.”

Her jaw clenched. A familiar ache bloomed behind her ribs.

“You loved him,” she said, bitter now. “Before Amos. Before the letters. You loved him when he didn’t know what to do with your feelings. When he laughed too loud and looked at other girls and never looked at you the way you looked at him.”

A beat.

“And now he has looked at you like that. You know he did. You read it. Every word of it.”

She shut her eyes tightly, like she could squeeze the memory out of her brain. But it stayed. Every “I couldn’t say this out loud,” every scribbled “I miss her,” every stupid little drawing in the margins of his letters.

Her voice cracked.

“So why does it still feel like I’m the one losing?”

She pressed her hands against the mirror, fingertips smudging the glass.

“I broke up with Amos,” she whispered, her voice wobbling. “I don’t even know if it was because of James or just because I couldn’t lie anymore. But I did it. I did the right thing. So why do I still feel like I’m in the wrong?”

She dropped her head.

Silence.

And then, in a breathless murmur, like a confession too fragile to say out loud—

“Do you still love him?”

Her reflection blinked back.

She didn’t answer.

Because she already knew.

What she did not know is what she was going to do about it.

..

The Gryffindor common room buzzed with the usual early evening chatter — games of Exploding Snap in the corner, someone practicing levitation charms too close to the drapes, the crackling fire casting gold across the walls.

But the mood around the two friend groups? Tense. Observant. Completely distracted by the same two people pretending the other didn’t exist.

James was slumped in a chair by the window, chewing the end of a sugar quill like it owed him money, his eyes occasionally flicking toward the sofa near the fireplace.

Y/N sat curled there, a book in hand, but her eyes hadn’t moved from the crackling fire in nearly ten minutes.

Lily flopped onto the couch beside Marlene and Dorcas with an exasperated sigh, setting her Charms book aside. “They’re still doing it.”

Marlene didn’t even look up. “Still not speaking?”

“Still not looking.” Lily gestured with her chin. “She’s avoiding his entire aura.”

Dorcas raised a brow. “You know that’s not how magic works.”

“I teach him,” Lily said, deadpan. “You don’t have to be a Seer to feel that tension radiating off him like a bloody fireplace.”

Marlene glanced over her shoulder, then winced. “Oh, Merlin. He’s staring again.”

“He’s brooding,” Dorcas corrected. “Let’s be accurate.”

"I saw them this morning in front of the library, the tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife. I'd rather hex myself than being alone with the two of them in a room-- it's saddening, really." Peter said, staring at the two of them.

Across the room, James’s chair creaked as he shifted, pretending to be very invested in his notes. Sirius, sprawled beside him, didn’t bother hiding his disgust.

“You’re a mess, mate.”

James didn’t look up. “I’m not.”

“You’re rewriting the same sentence for the fifth time.”

“It’s a thesis statement, Pads. It matters.”

Sirius snatched the parchment, reading it aloud with mocking flair: “The Patronus Charm is a deeply emotional piece of magic, rooted in joy, hope, and— Merlin’s balls, is this about her?”

James lunged for the paper. “Give it back.”

Remus, seated nearby, sighed into his book. “You’re both exhausting. Just talk to her.”

“She doesn’t want to talk.”

“She doesn’t know you want to talk.”

James gave him a pointed look. “She knows I know she knows.”

Peter blinked. “Wait—she doesn’t know that you know that she knows.”

James froze. “Wait. She doesn’t?”

Sirius dropped his head into his hands. “I swear, if I hear the word ‘know’ one more time—”

From behind them, Professor McGonagall’s voice cut in, dry as parchment. “If you boys spent half this energy on your actual coursework, you might pass your N.E.W.T.s.”

They all snapped to attention.

She sipped her tea. “And yes, Potter. She knows. We all know. The portraits know.”

She walked away muttering, “Honestly. It’s like watching two Hippogriffs do a mating dance and missing every cue.”

Remus winced. "I did not enjoy imagining that."

Back on the girls’ side, Y/N had shifted in her seat, one arm curled around her legs as she pretended to read. Lily watched her quietly.

“She’s cracking,” she said softly. “Bit by bit.”

“She was never really okay,” Marlene replied. “Just… patching herself together with pride.”

Dorcas looked at them both. “What do we do?”

Lily gave a helpless shrug. “We wait. But not forever.”

A beat.

Then, softly, as Y/N’s eyes flicked to James — just for a second — and then away again:

“This is getting really hard to watch.”

..

Marlene hadn’t meant to snoop.

She really hadn’t.

She was just looking for the missing tube of starshine lip balm they all passed around—and Y/N’s trunk had been half-open anyway. It wasn’t like she’d planned to stumble across a folded, time-worn letter tucked between an old copy of Hogwarts: A History and a forgotten Chocolate Frog card.

She nearly put it back.

But then she saw the handwriting.

Y/N’s.

And at the top, two words—"James Potter."

The breath caught in her throat.

She hesitated only a second longer before slipping it out, fingers already trembling.

December 18th, 1975 Somewhere between courage and heartbreak

My Dearest James,

I don’t know why I’m writing this. You’ll never read it. You’re probably laughing with Sirius somewhere, chasing Bludgers or charming your way out of detention.

And I’ll keep pretending I don’t care. Because that’s what I’m best at—pretending.

But if I don’t write this down, I think I’ll come undone.

The truth is—I think I love you. And it’s ruining me.

You get under my skin in the most infuriating, impossible way. You make me angry and breathless and terrified and so alive I don't know what to do with myself.

Every time you grin at me like I’m the sun, like your world revolves around me, I want to scream. Because how do you not see it? How do you not see that I’ve been yours for longer than I care to admit?

But then you’ll joke. You’ll flirt with someone else. You’ll be so effortlessly you, and I’ll remember that I’m just the girl who rolls her eyes at your antics, who never says the things she really means.

You make it easy to hide, James. Because if I say it out loud—if I say I love you—then what?

What if you don’t love me back?

Or worse… what if you do?

Because I’m not ready for that kind of truth. Not when I still don’t know how to quiet the voice in my head that says I’m not enough. Not for you. Not for the kind of love you’d give.

You love big, James. Loud. Brave. Unapologetically. I don’t know how to do that.

All I know is that I dream of you more nights than I don’t, and every time you touch my hand—even by accident—my whole world stutters.

I’m scared. Of ruining things. Of wanting more. Of losing you.

So I’ll fold this letter. I’ll hide it. I’ll pretend it never existed.

Just like I’ll keep pretending I’m not in love with you.

But maybe… If one day you feel it too—if one day this all makes sense to you—

Then maybe you’ll understand why I never gave this to you.

And maybe then, you’ll come find me.

Yours always,

Even when in doubt,

– Y/N Y/I Y/L/N

By the time she finished reading, her hands were shaking.

Marlene sat back on her heels, staring at the parchment like it had scorched her. Her chest felt too tight, her eyes glassy.

“Merlin,” she whispered.

She pressed the letter against her chest, heart hammering. It had been written in fifth year. Fifth year. Y/N had been carrying this—feeling this—for years, and none of them had known. Not Lily. Not Dorcas. Not her.

And James?

He had no bloody idea.

Marlene blinked back the sting in her eyes. It felt like looking at a map of someone’s heartbreak, carefully hidden in the dark for so long it had almost fossilized.

“No wonder you’re scared,” she murmured, almost to herself. “You’ve been bleeding for him this whole time.”

She didn’t know whether to feel furious or heartbroken or helpless. Maybe all three.

Because this? This wasn’t just a crush or a passing heartbreak.

This was a girl who had loved in silence—too afraid to speak, too brave to walk away. A girl who had written her soul onto a page and buried it because she thought she’d never be enough for James Potter.

Marlene exhaled shakily.

She folded the letter back with slow, reverent hands, like it might shatter. And for a moment, she just sat there, knees drawn up to her chest, clutching it in the quiet.

Then, almost silently, she asked the room:

“What the hell do I do with this?”

..

The girls' dorm was too quiet. Suspiciously quiet.

The moment she stepped inside and noticed her trunk slightly ajar, her heart dropped like a stone in her chest.

She lunged toward it, yanked it open—empty.

The letter was gone.

“No—no, no, no.” Her voice cracked. “No.”

Her eyes darted around the room like she might’ve just misplaced it, like maybe her brain was playing a cruel trick, but deep down she knew.

The letter. That letter. Her fifth-year ghost of a confession—the one she never meant to send, never meant for anyone to read—was gone.

Her door creaked.

“Marlene?” Y/N’s voice snapped like brittle glass.

Marlene paused in the doorway, a half-eaten chocolate frog in her hand, suddenly very, very guilty.

Y/N didn’t wait. “Did you take it?”

Marlene blinked. “Take what?”

“The letter,” Y/N hissed, the panic sharpening her words. “You know which one. Don’t lie to me.”

Marlene shifted uncomfortably. “I didn’t—technically—take it.”

“Oh my god,” Y/N breathed. Her hands flew to her hair. “Did you read it? Did you SHOW him?”

Marlene flinched. “Of course I didn’t show him! I’m not evil.”

“But you read it.”

Silence.

Y/N’s knees hit the edge of her bed. “I trusted you. Marlene, I trusted you with that part of me.”

“You left it in your trunk,” Marlene said quietly, “like you didn't mind if it was found.”

“I wasn’t ready.”

Marlene stepped closer. “You still aren’t. That’s the problem.”

Y/N’s voice broke. “He can’t read that. Not now. Not when I don’t even know what I want.”

Her lip trembled, and then the tears came fast and hot, making her swipe at her cheeks furiously like she could erase the entire moment.

Marlene sat beside her and didn’t speak for a while. She just offered the last piece of her chocolate frog, which Y/N took, sniffling.

A few minutes later, Lily and Dorcas burst into the room, summoned by one very cryptic howler Marlene had sent earlier that just said: "Emergency. Emotions. Bring snacks."

They took one look at Y/N’s blotchy face and the tension in the air and immediately knew.

“You told her?” Dorcas asked Marlene.

“She figured it out.”

Lily folded her arms. “What letter?”

Marlene reached under her pillow and pulled it out—Y/N's old, aching confession, still folded, still dangerous.

Lily read the first few lines and gasped. “Bloody hell.”

Dorcas whistled low. “You were in it.”

“I was fifteen,” Y/N groaned, covering her face. “And delusional.”

“No,” Lily said, sitting on the floor dramatically. “You were in love. That’s not delusional.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“It's cinematic,” Dorcas corrected.

There was a beat of silence. Then:

“What are we going to do with it?” Lily asked. “Because you can’t keep pretending you don’t feel anything, Y/N. And neither can he.”

Y/N didn’t respond.

Dorcas raised a brow. “So we intervene?”

Marlene smirked. “Subtly.”

“Soft chaos,” Lily nodded.

“Ethically ambiguous meddling,” Dorcas agreed.

Y/N stared at them like they were mad. “You’re not actually planning something.”

“Oh, we absolutely are,” Marlene said.

Y/N groaned. “Guys—”

But her protests were drowned out by the sudden sound of parchment unfurling, ink bottles uncorking, and the rapid-fire clatter of girlhood conspiracy.

Plans were already being made. Timelines. Locations. Distractions.

“If they won’t fix it themselves,” Marlene muttered with a wicked grin, “we bloody will.”

And in that moment, Y/N realized something chilling: she might have just lost control of her own love story.

But did she love her girls? Obviously.

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જ⁀✦Wishin' I Was Anybody Else

( regto x fem! reader )

✩ a/n — does this count as manga spoilers? ( i havent watched the anime ) oh well, i'll say manga-spoilers just in case. also! i told myself i wasn't gonna write for gachiakuta until i caught up with it but i miss regto like a mf (im literally on chapter 8) sooo yeah. if this is stupid pls leave me to live in my delusion.

✩ word count — 1.5k

✩ content — regto x fem! reader, found family trope goes hard, made it where you're like a mother figure to rudo :3, i do want everyone to know - i wrote this on a whim and bc i had the idea. i'm sorry if i got any story/literally anything wrong. , not proofread

✩ synopsis — Every morning you wake up hoping to see Regto and Rudo one more time. And every morning, you're met with an ache in your chest.

── .✦ what am i gonna be when you're just a memory ?

Your home isn’t big, but it’s always full.

The kind of full that means there are socks left on the couch and someone's toothbrush accidentally ends up in your cup. 

The kind of full where laughter echoes against the chipped walls and the pan on the stove always has a little extra “just in case” Rudo’s hungry. 

The kind of full where love shows up in odd places—like the way Regto folds your coat over the chair even though you’ll just wear it again, or the way Rudo always waits for you to taste dinner first like your approval means something. (It does.)

You wake up to Regto already halfway dressed, standing by the window with a cup of bitter tea. His hair is still wild from sleep, and his eyes crinkle as he notices you watching him.

“Morning, love,” he murmurs, voice rough.

“Morning,” you yawn, pulling the blanket tighter around you. “Did you let Rudo sleep in again?”

He grins guiltily. “You try telling that kid no when he’s snoring like an animal.”

“You’re both soft,” you tease.

He walks over and kisses your forehead. “Only for you.”

Breakfast is always a mess.

“Don’t put jam on your egg!” you exclaim, scandalized, as Rudo commits the culinary crime right in front of you.

“It’s good!”

Regto leans over. “Try it before you knock it.”

You glare at him. “You’re supposed to back me up.”

He shrugs. “I’m backing flavor.”

You throw your napkin at him. Rudo howls with laughter.

They fight over dishes. Regto ends up with soap on his shirt. You pretend to be mad. Rudo offers to clean the floor and accidentally breaks a plate.

You let out an exhausted sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. “You two are going to be the death of me.”

But you smile.

Because even if you have to sweep up ten plates a week—this is the kind of life you begged for.

It starts in the golden hours of a life you didn't know was ending.

The smell of old tools and soap clung to the walls of your home—humble, mismatched furniture, cracked windows mended with tape, and a little potted plant that Regto insisted would “bring the room together.” (It never really did. You kept it anyway.)

You were washing dishes when you heard them.

"—she smiled at me, y’know?! What was I supposed to do?!"

"Did you smile back?" Regto's voice was amused, light.

"I—uh, I think so? But then I... I panicked, okay?!"

You glanced over your shoulder from the sink just in time to see your boyfriend doubled over laughing. Rudo stood stiffly, ears red, arms crossed like he was trying to physically contain his embarrassment.

You dried your hands and leaned against the doorframe with a fond smile. “What’s going on in here?”

“Rudo’s in love,” Regto said dramatically, wiping a tear from his eye.

“I didn’t say that!”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh no? Then why are you bright red, huh?”

Regto slung an arm around Rudo’s shoulder. “He wants advice from a lady’s perspective. Right, kid?”

Rudo grumbled something unintelligible. Regto looked to you, suddenly a little more serious. “What would you say to a girl, if you were in his shoes?”

You looked at Rudo, his nervous fidgeting, the protective way he held his bag like a shield.

“I’d say,” you began softly, “don’t make it about winning her over. Just… be kind. Be honest. Tell her the toy reminded you of her—warm, soft, something you like. You don’t have to be smooth. You just have to be you.”

Rudo blinked up at you.

“Got that?” Regto nodded sagely, before grinning devilishly. “So basically—if you don’t give her that damn stuffy, another guy will, and she’ll be off before you can say ‘wait!’ ”

“Regto!”

You laughed—really laughed—as Rudo tried to tackle him, and Regto yelped like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. 

They rolled around the floor like idiots, knocking over a stool, and you didn’t even mind.

This was your family.

This tiny, ridiculous, beautiful little life.

You were out that morning.

Grocery run. Eggs, rice, and the little treats Rudo liked to pretend he didn’t get excited about.

You’d promised to make stew that night, even though you were tired, because Regto had been working too much and Rudo had been quieter than usual.

You remember thinking—just as you walked home—how lucky you were.

Arms full of groceries, humming a song Regto always mangled the lyrics to. 

The street was quiet. Sunlight through the cracks in the rooftops. 

You were thinking about your boys.

Then you saw them.

A cluster of uniforms.

Two officers gripping Rudo’s arms like he was dangerous. 

His face was pale—blood smeared on his clothes. Not his. You knew it instantly. 

Not his.

“Hey!” you yelled, dropping everything. Apples rolled down the street. A carton of eggs cracked beneath your heel. “What are you doing?! That’s my—let him go!”

“Step back, miss,” one officer warned.

You didn’t listen. You pushed forward, reaching for Rudo. “Rudo?! What happened—are you hurt? Did someone—?!”

You never finished your sentence.

Because the door was open.

And you saw it.

Regto’s body.

Collapsed inside the threshold like discarded cloth. Blood. So much blood. 

You couldn’t tell where it was coming from. His eyes were closed. His chest—wasn’t moving.

You dropped to your knees.

A sound tore out of you—maybe a scream, maybe a sob, maybe both.

You weren’t sure. 

You’d never heard yourself sound like that before.

They were saying things.

Accusing things.

“He murdered him.”

“He stabbed him.”

“Trash always returns to trash.”

“No!” you screamed. You stood, trembling. “That’s not true! He—he loved Regto! We—we were a family. He would never—!”

But they didn’t care.

They pulled Rudo away.

You chased them. 

You didn’t care about your shoes or the bruises on your knees. 

You didn’t care about the tears blinding you.

“Rudo!”

He looked back at you. His eyes wide, terrified—like a boy who just lost everything.

And then one of the officers shoved you.

You hit the ground. Hard. 

Your palm scraped against the pavement. 

Your mouth filled with the taste of copper and dirt and grief.

You watched them disappear down the street.

And the silence that followed…

It was the kind that doesn’t end.

They took everything in five minutes.

You sat on the floor of your kitchen that night, surrounded by grocery bags that never made it to the fridge. 

The eggs had gone bad. The rice spilled across the tile like ash.

Regto’s blood was still under your nails.

Long after his body had been taken away and you were forced to scrub the floor clean of his blood.

Scrub away the only thing you had left of your love.

Even the slight stain left…you couldn’t bear to look at it.

You didn’t move for hours.

Didn’t cry. Not anymore. You’d already done that.

Screamed until your throat gave out.

Cursed gods you didn’t even believe in.

Now?

You sat.

And sat.

And sat.

They called Rudo a killer.

You refused to believe it.

Not just because he was your boy. But because you knew. 

You saw his face. That wasn’t the face of someone who took a life.

That was the face of a boy who’d just lost his father.

Just like you had.

Every night, you light the stove.

Every night, you set three cups.

Every night, you talk to them like they’re still here.

“Regto,” you whisper, “I miss your laugh. God, I’d do anything to hear it again.”

“Rudo,” you murmur, eyes watering, “please, please be alive. I don’t care where you are. I just need you to be okay. You didn’t do it. I know you didn’t.”

You stare at the empty seats across from you.

The silence is cruel.

The house is colder now.

You’d give anything to go back.

To burn the stew again.

To scold Rudo for eating too fast.

To kiss Regto goodnight, only for him to pull you in and say, “Just one more minute.”

But all you have now—

Is a ghost of a family no one else believes in.

They say grief makes you forget.

But you remember everything.

The smell of Regto’s shirt.

The way Rudo used to call out your name like it was home.

The softness of three bodies in one small space, curled in warmth and care and light.

You remember it all.

Even if the world doesn’t.

Even if they think Rudo is gone.

Even if Regto never walks through that door again.

You stay.

Because love doesn’t end just because they’re gone.

And because someday—

If the pit didn’t kill him—

If some miracle kept your boy breathing—

He might come back.

And when he does?

You’ll be waiting.

Stew on the stove.

Three cups on the table.

And a whisper in your chest:

“I miss you.”

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“If you were my boyfriend. And I was your girlfriend. I probably wouldn’t see nobody else” | LN4

Parings: Lando Norris x female!reader.

Summary: you’re ’just a friend’.

Now playing: “Boyfriend” by Ariana Grande and Social House.

Word count: +1,8k

Warnings: language. Insinuating a bit I guess. Not a native English speaker so there could be (so many) errors. (I do what I can) . Not proofread.

Authour’s note: I felt ugly so I wrote about being desired I guess (?) Don’t forget to like or reblog! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (and drink mate together!)

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You opened your eyes and snuggled in the sheets of your apartment. The sun was coming in through the window you forgot to close last night. Well, you didn’t have time to close them because Lando was desperate to get inside you. And to be fair, you couldn’t wait either.

He was still asleep. You smiled looking at his gorgeous embrace so peacefully. His eyelashes are so long and beautiful. You were obsessed with his eyes. He was snoring softly.

You reached your phone at the bed table and realized it was already late for the launch meeting you had with kika and alex. You groaned, annoyed already by the fact you had to hurry. And that indicated not being able to do makeup or choose an outfit properly. You got close to him and decided to wake him up by giving him little soft kisses all over his pretty face. Obviously he woke up by the second kiss but he pretended to be asleep just to get more from you. You tightened his grip to you and finally gave you a peck on your lips. You both smiled.

“Good morning pretty boy” you said almost in a lovely whisper. He smiled wider and gave a kiss to your cheek now. “I gotta go asap unfortunately so get up lazy ass” you said quirky in a grin getting off bed getting into the bathroom to get ready. He laughed a little and got up too. He got dressed and waited for it to be his turn to get in the bathroom. He didn’t wanna leave but he couldn’t say anything. You were just friends right?

30 minutes later you were in his car listening to Taylor swift and singing. Just having fun, enjoying each others company. You loved the fact Lando knew all of your fav songs and that he sung them with you. He has the real fanboy potencial. And you loved that. Maybe you loved him but you couldn’t think about it because you were just friends, right?

He stopped the car by the restaurant where your meeting was gonna be. Alex and kika were already there. He looked at you in a sweet smile and you returned it.

“Hope you have fun, pretty girl but don’t be too pretty because men could steal you from me” he said using his arrogant and possible yet sweet attitude as if he was your boyfriend. You rolled your eyes funny, shaking your head.

“Now that you say that I will, you know? I’m so lonely” you pouted provoking and he made an offended face. “I’ll need some help, you know. So good luck on your day, don’t have too much sex! Remember sex education class. Being a slut is no good baby.” you joked to him while getting out of the car. You closed the door to look at him one more time through the open window with a smile. He was red. You threw him a kiss and winked. “Don’t miss my moans too much” you said to finally turn and get into the restaurant and say hi to your girlies.

He laughed nervously and headed home. You had this effect on him. He couldn’t describe it. But he really would go nuts if someone else touches you. He gets mad just by thinking about it. And he didn’t know why he felt like this.

(…)

The music was pumping. Your short dress was getting a little up and up by the beat of the music. You were dancing with a really handsome stranger who approached you at the bar. You were very drunk by the way. Tequila shots and vodka weren’t a good combination. The temperature was high so you were seating a little. This man grabbed you by your waist and pulled you close. Now your body's friction. You looked at him. You were horny already. And you couldn’t think properly so you kissed him. It was a hot kiss and very steamy. And you were enjoying it so much.

Lando couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you eating that other man alive in front of them. That’s the way you should be kissing him. Jealousy took over him. He didn’t know what to do. So he took the first girl he saw that could be free for him and took her to the dance floor. Right. Next. To you. He looked at you while this girl was dancing on his body. He wanted for you to stop kissing that man. To not make it obvious he paid attention back to the girl he actually didn’t know and followed her tempo and movements.

When you stopped kissing that man or so you thought because he went down your neck pressing steamy kisses on it. You could feel his tongue giving you chills. When you opened your eyes you saw Lando looking straight through your soul. You didn’t push away the dude. You just continued, eyes locked on him. A smile formed in your face. This was mad hatter vibes. You two were fucking crazy. He was dancing with this girl and you found it so hot. You were grabbing his dude’s hair the way you used to grab Landon’s. He didn’t smile back at you though. He was furious. And turned on as hell.

You both didn’t know how much time you spent like that. Just looking at each other while at the same time being possessed by others.

(…)

When the party was over you had Lando’s jacket on covering your frame and keeping you warm while walking to his mclaren a few blocks away from the disco. You weren’t talking but the tension was high.

“You shouldn’t be kissing other people” he spitted disgustedly. You knew he would eventually mention something about what just happened.

“Well technically Lando we are just friends so why wouldn’t I kiss other people?” You said straight forward, confused by his complaint. “You were the one who said ‘we can’t be something rather than just this’ so what are you complaining about now?” You imitated his voice. You felt confused but also mad. Because you loved him and you hated that you couldn’t be together but now you already could accept it and he asks that. Apparently you couldn’t win against him.

“It just makes me so mad. You shouldn’t enjoy it so much. Your pretty face should only beg me for kisses” he said, messing his hair anxiously. You laughed. “Why are you laughing?!” He said now more relaxed that it wasn’t gonna be a serious talk. Should it be though?

“Because you’re so sexy when you act like this to be honest. So what are you saying it’s that I can only be a how with you, that’s it?” you said funny but in a twisted way you loved how that sounded. He laughed but nodded.

“Yeah, you’re supposed to only say yes to me and be with me and fuck with me and kiss me, only” he remarked me every time he said it while getting closer to you and grab you from behind so he could kiss your neck and feel your body warmth against his. You laughed, feeling flustered. you stopped walking so you could grab him by his neck and kissed him wildly. It was a needy kiss. You were begging him to shut up actually. You didn’t want to think about what he said too much. You knew it was impossible you two could be serious.

(…)

The flashes were leaving you blind. You couldn’t see where you were stepping. Lando was holding your hand guiding you through the media outside the restaurant you too had dinner with the other drivers from F1. You didn’t expect they would come. But gossip spread like fire through the internet. You knew this was a terrible idea. You didn’t want people to know about your existence at all. You finally got into Lando’s car and had so much anxiety you felt a bit dizzy. He got out of there as fast as he could.

“I’m so sorry y/n. Are you okay bb?” He asked, stroking your tight gently with his hand. You nodded, breathing deeply to calm down.

Silent was the only sound in the car that night. You didn’t know how to navigate the fact that now to the world you were his girlfriend and he was your boyfriend but to you two you were just friends. Everything was so confusing and complicated.

After a few months you stopped having dates with other people because you weren’t interested anymore in anyone but Lando. And he did the same. But you didn’t talk about it. You just enjoyed time together but never addressed the important stuff.

What you were? How did you really feel? Did you love each other? Were you playing? And why did you act like you were when you weren’t? Why couldn't you bare thinking you could see other people and enjoy it as well? If you weren’t nothing why did you feel you were everything for each other?

(…)

It was a Sunday morning. Monaco’s view in January was so beautiful. You were sitting by the balcony in Lando’s house having breakfast cuddling and talking. It was cold. You loved winter so much. You always used to say that it made you feel more beautiful than usual. Lando always used to laugh about it. He thought you were always so perfect. His favorite things were your eyes. So green or blue or gray. You had the weather eyes. Or something like that people call it. Secondly he adored your laugh and smile so much. Making you laugh was his favorite hobby of all time. He didn’t realized you were talking and he hadn’t listened a bit.

“You okay Lan?” You asked softly, a little worried because he just zoned out. He nodded in a smile.

“Sorry I got lost in your beauty. You look like an angel in the sunlight y/n. Let me take a picture so I can put you as my wallpaper” he said, making you giggle a little. You posed for him nervously and he took so many pictures. Your eyes are so full and so green. Your smile beaming. Your hair is so shiny. “You know… I was thinking that maybe you could be mine?” He said without even thinking twice. Words slipped out of his mouth before he could catch them. The question took you by surprise at first but then you just nodded. You adored him so dearly.

You wanted this everyday. Just him and you against the world.

“Of course I could baby boy. I’ve been already yours for a long time” you said softly making him smile widely and you leaned for a kiss.

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[nymphomatique]

special affair

dbf!miguel o’hara x fem!reader

art credit: _insomniac_red_ on ig. pictures are for mood setting, reader has no specific race or physical descriptions.

cw: a lil angsty, this is just shameless smut im sorry guys i don’t know what came over me, daddy kink, dbf!miguel <3, unspecified age gap but reader is legal, rough sex, squirting, unprotected sex, miguel is not a good man, conflicted reader, creampie, lowkey breeding kink, degrading language, choking/breath play, face slapping, spitting, mentions of oral (m), overstimulation, crying/dacryphillia, pubic hair grinding? lmao idk, reader is alluded to being in sub space. not proofread lol. 18+ only.

wc: ~1.5k

❤︎ an: hi my loves!! this is a sorta part two to this drabble, but can be read as a stand alone one shot. tbh i wrote this w my pussy.. i’m ovulating rn i’m so ashamed of myself 😔 nevertheless, enjoy! if you guys want more don’t hesitate to lmk!!

from that first night he fucked you from behind, you knew you strayed too far from the status quo in your life, you’re at the point of no return. that night, when he finished pounding you from behind and defiling you further with his seed all over your back and ass, you had laid in that position— spent and on your stomach- for the rest of the night, silently sobbing. you had betrayed your father, that much you were aware of the day you started rubbing at yourself meekly in the dead of the night thinking about his best friend.

you had long come to terms with that guilt, accepting whatever image of a burning inferno there is in the afterlife. what you cannot come to terms with, is the fact that he- miguel- had actually fucked you, indulged in what you considered your own taboo thoughts, ripping them from page and making your crude thoughts a sick reality. the worst part of this all is that amidst it all, the mental beratement, the nights you spent crying, the sick feeling the memories of miguel’s cock stretching you absolutely thin, showing you a climax like no other— you want to hate yourself for it, for being weak. for being such a bad girl. but you didn’t know why your body decided to betray your brain, the physical craving for the older man’s body possessing you whole. you can’t bear this feeling, holding it up inside you and trying to keep it at bay. fuck- you needed to talk to someone, you had to, even if it’s the last person you want to speak to.

nevertheless, you end up two houses down, sniffling and heaving in the dead of the night, knocking the door as hard as your trembling hands would let you. the door swings open and at the sight of him you keen, your body aching at the sight of the burly muscles covered in sun kissed skin. dark brown hair streaked with grey at the temples. a slight five o’clock shadow, he must not have shaved this morning. and then you look into those eyes, swallowing you up whole and you begin to tear up again. miguel is silent, leaning against the door with messy hair, glazed eyes and clad in boxers, and boxers only. fuck, you shouldn’t have come here.

“I-.. Miguel, it hurts,” you sob quietly, aflame with shame and embarrassment at how little resolve you had. He grabs your face with his warm hands and you’re trembling now, ready for him. your lips ghost for a moment before he breathes out. “i’m not a good man, sweetheart. if you don’t say no, i’m gonna break you.” he sounds sincere with his words and his eyes go stern. you wish you had some self of self control, or maybe having better discernment. but the only thing you say to him only confirms what you already knew about yourself; you’re a terrible fucking person. 

“violate me.”

your lips are smashed against each other, tongues dancing and it feels so good to be in his embrace again. your tears fall down your cheeks, meeting at the junction of your mouths in a pool of saliva. miguel groans and you know why, remembering what he had said to you the last time.

“i like when you cry.”

you’re grabbed up at the hips, legs wrapped around a thick torso, pressed up against a firm chest and a heavy cock. the moments up to the bedroom are cloudy, drunk off his lips against yours. you come to slightly when cold plush sheets hit your back and a pair of lips leave yours. you whine, yearning for his touch again. he looks down at you, bringing your right foot to his mouth, he licks lightly up the sole- kissing the ball of your foot before he leans down, caging your between his elbows, face to face.

“you gonna be good for your daddy?” he asks softly, kissing between the bridge of your nose once. 

“y-yes,” you breathe out with a slow nod. 

“mmm. gonna let me violate this tight little body too?” he asks, still soft in tone and you think you’re gonna go crazy by the end of the night. “yes, daddy,” you murmur, lost in his eyes. 

“sick fucking little girl. but that’s how i like it,” he chuckles, kissing you softly before getting up stripping you bare.

“letting your daddy undress you like a good girl. so obedient f’me,” he coos at you, touching you softly and you’re almost in tears. you need him. and you let it be known. a lone tear falls down your cheek and you mewl, “n-need you to make it better down there, daddy.”

his large hand engulfs you cheek, thumb wiping your tear softly before squishing your face, putting his tear stained thumb in your mouth. “you think you’re a big girl now, hmm? telling your daddy what to do?” you look up at him teary eyed, suckling his thick finger.

“you take what i give you, when i give it to you.” he squeezes you cheek a little harder before softly slapping your cheek and you squeak at the contact. a rough laugh leaves miguel’s mouth at your reaction. “you have no idea how bad i’m gonna treat you, baby.”

you’re non verbal at this point, mouth agape and leaking saliva down your jaw seeping into the sheets and the junction of your neck and chest. a hand slaps your cheek again, you’ve lost how many that is now. “i fucked you stupid already?” miguel laughs, hard thrusts sending you flying up the bed. his hands on your hips bring you down back to him each time, poking you right in that sweet spot in your pussy. you’ve lost count of how many orgasms you’ve head, body wracked and numb with pleasure. throat hoarse from the near-violent throat fuck he gave you.

a glob of spit hits your forehead and you groan a bit. the one thing you’re sure of is that you look a goddamned mess. a crude picture of the activity you’ve been partaking in for the past two hours. a hand leaves your hip to wrap around your neck and squeeze roughly, making you gasp for air, your body finally moving.

“there we go, got you moving now. thought i fucked you to sleep for a second.” 

your eyes are glossy, at the lack of air and building pressure. your hand meekly wraps around his wrist as he fucks into you. you know you shouldn’t like the way he toys with you like this, waking the line of torment and pleasure with no care in the world. but you do. and you can’t deny it anymore.

“you’re tightening up on me again. you gonna cum for me again?” miguel asks you, and he laughs after knowing you can’t even answer him. “sick little girl. you like it when i choke you? make you feel weak? worthless?” 

it’s barely audible, but the moan you let out vibrates in your neck and miguel can feel it with the hand pressed against your throat. he throws his head back with a groan. “nasty, naughty girl. fuck baby, gonna cum in that little pussy.”

you’re almost there, and quite frankly impressed that you haven’t fully passed out yet. your head feels light, and you begin to tremble violently, gushing out spurts of liquid as your head falls to the side. if this is hell, you’re not so sure you could give this up for heaven. your eyes close and you feel so close to falling asleep when he removes his hand from your neck, grabbing your head by the nape of your neck, craning you up to where you can see his thick cock slip and slide between your thighs. you groan at the image. 

“need you awake to see me cum in you, don’t i?” miguel groans. “you like watching me fuck you, like letting me dirty you.”

 his tuft of black pubic hair rubs against yours as his thrusts become increasingly sporadic and intense, and it has you trembling at the stimulation it gives your clit. you weakly squirt each time his pelvis brushes against your clit, your body letting you know you have only so much left in you before you’re drained empty.

“fuck, love it when you wet the bed. my pissy little girl. daddy loves the messes you make.” he’s nearly breathless and you pray he’s going to cum in the next minute, the ache in your neck and dull sensation in your pussy building slowly.

“c-cum in me. wanna give you a baby,” you moan, looking up from the fast thrusts and into miguel’s eyes. 

“fuck! so n-naughty, baby. gonna give me another one, huh? fucking take it, then.” with a final thrust, you feel the warmth of his cum shoot and blossom somewhere deep within you. you moan weakly, one final weak spurt of squirt coming out of you. miguel pulls out and you watch him look at the mess he made of you and your pussy, covered in spit, cum and the beginnings of handprint bruises blossoming on your hips and ass from how hard he gripped and spanked you. 

you can feel his cum slowly trickle out of you, and your body feels like it’s no longer your own. after so many orgasms, your limbs are on fire, and you can do nothing but breathe and weakly murmur a “d-daddy..” while your eyes close.

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[torawro]

LIKE SPECKS OF SUNLIGHT IN THE EARLY MORN. ( p. a.)

portgas d. ace & marine!fem!reader.

cw ━━ ! minors, ageless and blank blogs DO NOT INTERACT. reader is written / portrayed as a black woman but you do not have to imagine it as such! everyone is welcome to read <3 reader wears glasses, and is a marine stationed on an unnamed island at a base along the grand line. ‘lazy morning’ / ‘morning after’ kind of vibes so, a bit of pillow talk (?) . references to smut & making love (it already happened). contains some angst & angsty themes throughout (i.e., ace dealing with his self esteem issues, low self worth, etc..) otherwise it’s supposed to be fluffy ( the quiet, somber kind i think ) ! descriptions of kissing & borderline making out. ace is kind of lovesick and clingy but it’s subtle-ish. lots of introspection and reflection on both him and the reader’s part. kind of based on mitski's "my love, mine all mine", definitely had that song on repeat as i wrote this. romantic and deeply poetic rhetoric but y’all already know that’s just how i write lol. told from omniscient point of view (third person). proofread this as i was feeling sleepy, so please excuse any mistakes or things that don’t make sense!

word count ━━ ! 3.9k

notes ━━ ! guess who's baaaaack.....! i know it's been a while since i have published any original work and i want to apologize for that. lately it's been difficult finding the energy to write something for more than five minutes and honestly, i think i just need to rediscover what drives me so i can tap into the zone more often. i missed it though, and hope i get to write more this year <3 anyway, first fic of 2025 and it feels right to make it about second commander of the whitebeard pirates, portgas d. ace. this fic is my late birthday 'gift' to him and something of a love letter because ohhhhh i miss my pookie bear so much :(( this entire idea started as just me thinking about kissing each of his freckles because i have the personal hc that he doesn't really like them, the reason for it is inherently tied to his distaste for his father and by extension himself :/ and then it just turned into this lmao. i hope ace doesn't behave too out of character here, as this is also my first time writing for him in any context, so pls be gentle with me. REBLOBS + COMMENTARY ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED.

IT WAS NOT THE LIGHT chirping of small birds that awoke you, nor was it the ringing of your biological clock telling you that the dawn was near. Instead it was a familiar tugging sensation within the pit of your stomach— the need to relieve yourself— that caused your eyes to peel themselves back slowly and with struggle, slumber from the previous night hasn’t been completely washed away yet.

It took your brain several more moments to dust off enough of its sleepy exhaustion before you attempted to sit up from your comfortable position in bed, but were immediately met with some light resistance.

The resistance in question was a long, muscled arm thrown around your soft torso, blackened ink of a tattoo staining the skin on its bicep. It was still too dark and you were still too tired to make out the sharp angles of the marking, but you knew what they were; your eyes have gazed upon it more times than you could count, and it has made a home in your memory.

That’s when your ears registered the rhythmic and almost nasal snores that flowed from the mouth of the man who held you so securely against his chest, and you almost smiled at how completely at ease and relaxed he seemed. 

At times like this, when things were still or you had a moment to yourself, you still could not wrap your head around the fact that you had gotten yourself involved with Portgas D. Ace— willingly at that. 

The first time was a fluke at best. That’s the excuse you were going to go with. You didn’t realize he was a pirate— an infamous pirate with hundreds of millions of Beri to his name— until your clothes were already halfway off and you were feverishly grinding down onto his lap like some touch-starved whore who’s been aching to feel something. That ‘fluke’ was one spurred on by alcohol, a particularly rough week at sea, and a sizable lapse in judgment, but you hadn’t felt that…… alive in a long time. But now, two years have passed since you have been seeing Ace in secret like this, and you have long since given up blaming it on a fragile emotional constitution further weakened by alcohol. You knew good and well what you were doing, and you could no longer deny the way your heart was constantly set aflutter whenever you spent any amount of time with him.

You did try your hardest to not let yourself enjoy how … domestic it all seemed: waking up next to him in the morning and falling asleep entangled with each other at night, having him hide out at your cozy apartment for days at a time, cooking him meals when you were relieved of your duties for the day. You wouldn’t— shouldn’t let yourself enjoy such content thoughts too much, because you also knew it could all be over in the blink of an eye. The world could be cruel that way if it wanted to.

But still, that didn’t mean you couldn’t be grateful for these moments. From what you could tell, Ace seemed to enjoy this arrangement as much as you did. And for now, that was enough.

Lightly wrapping your fingers around his wrist, you carefully lifted his arm from around you, moving slow so you wouldn’t wake him up. Once you’ve successfully loosened his hold, you sat upright, a muted ache shooting through your lower body as you shifted around to stand. The ache mostly resided in between your legs, and a flood of memories from just hours ago rushed over you at once, causing a tingling warmth to bloom underneath your skin. Ace had poured so much into you, it never failed to leave you equal parts stunned and breathless when you witnessed his passion overflow from the brim of his being. His hands, calloused palms that always ran hot, had been everywhere— your body could still feel the heat of where they had laid, caressed, groped, smacked, and squeezed. And you involuntarily jolted as you recalled where his fingers and lips had been, how it felt to be pressed so closely against him as he simultaneously took you apart. 

After another moment of being lost in your own reverie, you pulled yourself out of it and filed those memories away in a separate corner of your mind, so that you may more fully indulge in them later. As you carefully removed the blankets and climbed over the sleeping pirate, one bare foot had hardly hit the cool wooden floor before a hand wrapped itself around your wrist. 

A quiet grumbling noise vibrated from behind Ace’s lips, his eyes remained closed as he spoke, indicative that he was barely awake. “Wh…where y’goin’....?” His words were slurred and thick with sleep, his deep voice reaching the depths of your being to spark something to life in the pit of your belly. But you promptly ignored it for now. 

“To the bathroom, I gotta pee.”

He replied with another mumbling sort of noise, presumably one of acknowledgment or begrudging acquiescence— you couldn’t be sure. “M’kay, just . . . hurry back t’bed, will ya? M’cold.” 

You found amusement in the inherent irony of his claim that he was ‘cold’  when he always ran a little warmer than most— not to mention his devil fruit powers— but also in the fact that despite his urging you to take care of your business swiftly, he hasn't released his hold on your wrist yet. In fact, he tugged you a little closer to him, as if he was trying to pull you back into bed. 

A small smile began to curl at the corners of your lips as you moved to manually pry his fingers from your arm so you can make your way out of the bedroom and down the hall.

For the next several minutes, Ace was left alone. 

He stirred in his partially-awake state as he made himself comfortable again in bed, but one eye managed to pry itself open by a few millimeters. It was unfortunate he was roused from his deep  sleep, but he was sure he’d doze off again soon enough. 

From what he could see, the room was still dark for the most part, his surroundings washed in a rich, navy blue color, a telltale sign that the sun would rise within the next hour or so. Aside from the faint rustling coming from the bathroom, the air was occupied by a serene silence, meaning his innermost thoughts became that much more perceptible to his mind’s ear. 

Sometimes, a part of Ace felt like fate had shined upon him— just a little, just this once— when his mind mulled over his…unique relationship with you, and all the events that led up to this exact moment. He too understood the implications of seeing you like this, but he couldn’t find it within himself to let go and move on. There was just…something about you, something special. 

Even now, he still couldn’t quite understand why you were taking such a big risk and basically throwing your life away by getting comfortable with a pirate like him. The both of you came from two different worlds, the morals embedded within those worlds constantly pitted you against each other. 

But you willingly ignored them, and so did he. 

Perhaps that was the ‘special’ quality about you and this relationship that he still struggled to articulate, how pure and genuine it all felt— how you were. Either way, he was grateful that he wasn’t the only one being a little selfish. And every now and again, Ace might silently thank the universe for allowing him this one thing, even though he hasn’t, and probably never will do anything, to deserve it. 

The increasing volume of footsteps pulled Ace from his thoughts, and soon enough you reappeared in the doorway, making your way back to bed– back home in Ace’s arms.

Your lips parted in a yawn, putting your hand over your mouth to muffle the sound, before carefully climbing over the taller man to reclaim your spot next to him. Ace wasted no time encasing you against him once more, one arm laid lazily across your stomach and the other resting under your neck, acting somewhat as a pillow of sorts.

“...took too long,” the pirate muttered under his breath, the low, vibrating sound of his voice so close to your ear did nothing for your fiercely pulsating heart. It was the only organ in your entire body that seemed to be fully awake right now.

“I wasn’t even gone for that long, ya big baby. Prob’ly less than five minutes.” A soft sigh punctuated your reply, snuggling more into the toned front of Ace’s chest and abdomen as he adjusted the thick blankets over both of your bodies. The covers, as well as the gentle warmth radiating from his exposed skin, provided a steady stream of heat that battled against the crisp morning air, both sensations nearly enough to lull you back to sleep. You enthusiastically pushed aside the fact that you had to get up again in two and a half hours for your shift to patrol around the city.

“Shuddup, let’s go to sleep.” Ace grumbled, pulling you even closer to him so that very little space existed between both of you, and nearly nuzzling his face in the bonnet you wore on your head. A soundless chuckle rumbled within your chest, finding his sleepy and almost pouty tone both amusing and adorable.

However, despite his own request, and the fact that his own eyes were barely open, Ace was finding it difficult to once more quiet his thoughts enough to drift back to sleep. They were still a bit too loud and knocked against his skull too much. 

Such thoughts only seemed to intensify when both of his eyes managed to peel themselves open this time in order to observe your form next to him. From what he could see based on where he laid, Ace silently took note of how tranquil your expression was as your breathing began to even out, how long your eyelashes actually were without your glasses obscuring them, and the small birthmark on your cheek that he developed a habit of kissing. His dark eyes roamed across every inch of your face, and he relished in the soft flesh of your stomach underneath his fingertips, giving it a feather-light squeeze every now and again.

You were here with him— in this bed, hardly wearing anything at all, and practically clinging to the arm wrapped around your abdomen— bound together with a kiss on that fateful night two years ago. You wanted to be here, he knew that. So why was it he still had to wrestle with the phantoms of doubt in the darker sectors of his mind? Why did they haunt him so, and prevent him from just plainly accepting this for what it is? Accept that it was okay to indulge, okay to claim this one thing as his and his alone? He didn’t even claim his own father, but this— you? Oh, how he wanted to be greedy, he yearned for it. But something in him, some dark, caustic, unforgiving thing, made him feel like he shouldn’t.

But didn’t he deserve something nice too? Something that wasn’t, or could no longer be tainted by the wicked and unloving world they were born into?

Ace knew that you cared for him— quite a lot, more than you should. There was a four letter word he might have used to label the way in which you cared about him, and he about you, but he dare not say it. He dared not say it in fear that the universe would snatch it away the moment it left his lips, and reveal that it was only playing a heartless joke on him.

“Hey. Are you… okay? Okay with this, I mean.” The words left his lips without putting a real thought behind them, for his mind was preoccupied with trying to keep itself afloat above the sea of negative ones that tried to carry him off to a place he did not want to visit.

Your left eye opened, then your right, as if opening them would help you better process his sudden question. Your brows furrowed next, digging deeper into your forehead in order to figure out the hidden meaning behind his words— or if there was one to begin with. “I…this position is fine, and I’m comfortable. Unless you want to be closer to the window?” You replied with your own question, uncertainty of what he was asking about thick in your tone. And judging by the way his arm tightened around you by a fraction and the nearly inaudible sigh that left his lips, it became clear that’s not what he was truly asking.

“No, I meant…are you okay with us?” Ace’s already husky voice quieted even more, nearly tapering off into a whisper. But he was pressed close enough to you that you were still able to hear him loud and clear. Something about the way he phrased his question rang a silent alarm in your head, indicating that the forthcoming conversation was going to take a more solemn turn.

With that in mind you shifted in his arms, turning around so that you were now facing Ace directly, still so close that the tips of your noses nearly touched each other. His hold on you readjusted as a result, the tattooed arm once more staking its claim on your waist and effectively trapping you against his front. His sable tresses fell unceremoniously across his face, a few strands nearly covering one of his eyes. Your fingers didn’t miss the opportunity to brush them away. 

“Yes.” Your reply was simple, and you thought it important to make that clear first because something, an emotion you were unable to categorize, flickered in his still-hooded eyes. And something about it worried you. “I am more than okay with us. There isn’t another person I’d rather be with right now.” The fingers lingering on his skin suddenly became your entire palm, as you were now cupping the side of his face.

Ace burned even warmer here compared to the rest of his body, and you found physical comfort in the sensation. His skin seemed to ignite under your touch despite his sleepiness, and the dark-haired pirate was internally grateful that it was still quite dark in your room, so you were unable to see the light flush that was beginning to form underneath his freckled cheeks. 

“Why are you asking?” Your inquiry was as tender as your touch, and it made his chest ache. 

It took Ace several seconds to search for his next words and arrange them in a sentence, for your straightforward reply admittedly caught him off-guard. Now he was unsure if there was a need to continue at all.

But the specters of doubt were ever persistent.

“I just…” The words faded away on his tongue before he could say them and instead, your response rang loud in his head. 

‘There isn’t another person I’d rather be with right now’.

Did you mean that? Have you always felt that way? Did you just happen to say that because he asked a question, because somehow you knew that’s what something in his soul wanted to hear?

And then, Ace found his words again. “You can do better, you know.” His voice turned more gruff, rough around the edges, as if he had to forcefully tug those words from the back of his throat. As if it hurt to say that. “You could, if you wanted. You’re gorgeous. Intelligent, resourceful. You have a respectable career, and you can cook damn good.”

You released a soft chuckle at that last part, finding it comical how he always found a way to talk about how good your food was. But whatever uptick on your lips faded as soon as it came once Ace parted his lips to speak again.

“You don’t have to spend your time, money, or energy on someone like me. You didn’t have to spread those pretty legs of yours for me, either. Didn’t have to let me stay here whenever I come to town. You didn’t even have to let me sleep in this bed so close to you.”

He paused, the muscles laying against and wrapped around you tensed briefly, his eyelashes met the apples of his cheeks when he allowed his eyes to close for a moment. When he opened them again, he found it harder to look at you— if he did, he might crumble away. “You could do better than a pirate like me, who has nothing going for himself except for instability, anger and…and hate. So, why?”

The next words reverberated in the air without Ace even having to say them. Why choose me? Why risk all of that for me?

Similarly, something throbbed uncomfortably within your chest as you listened to him speak, even after he finished and silence descended upon the both of you. 

You could only wonder where this line of questioning originated from. It was uncharacteristic of Ace to voice thoughts of this nature, even more so when there was no prior word or action to lure them forward. You continued to observe him in the quiet, not even realizing that you had been softly caressing his cheek all this while until your hand came to a halt.

Why? Why were you with Ace, entangled in every sense of the word and jeopardizing the life you’ve built for yourself for his sake? The answer seemed so simple, but not as much now that you had to consciously think about it; you somehow struggled to put it into words. 

Ace was like the rays of sunlight that peeked through heavy drapes in the early morning— much like they would soon be in a few hours— or like the flickering flames of a small fire that offered you solace on an unkind wintery night. He was warm and intense, but mellow and tender at the same time, in his own way. He offered you comfort when you needed it, stirred up something in you when you wanted it, brightened your life when you didn’t even realize how dull and monochrome it was. Ace was…

“Allow me to offer a question of my own. Why are you taking an equally significant, if not greater risk, just to curl up in my bed with me? Why come back so often to this town, risking capture, if only to hold me close, eat the food I make, and to make love to me?”

Your inquiries seemed to tug you forward, motivating you to scoot a little closer to Ace so that there was hardly even an iota of space existing in between your faces. His breath hitched quietly in his chest at that, more so when you leaned forward and simply placed your lips on his cheek, right on top of the dozens of prominent and faded freckles that resided there. Something about the gesture felt intentional— like you did not kiss his face, but the light specks on top of it. And thinking about it like that made his taut chest twinge again in a manner he could not describe right now.

Your breaths against his flesh were soft and leveled, and successfully fanned the flames of an even pinker flush to blossom across his visage.

He struggled to give you a coherent answer to your questions because his inner thoughts seemed to reset every time your plush lips came in contact with his face— all gentle like he would break if you applied too much pressure. He never associated that word with himself before, nor had anyone else in his entire life.

So why did he do it? Why did he do any of it? Why was he so attached to you, to your existence, your presence, and everything that reminded him of you? 

Ace knew the answer. 

He fears he’s known it for some time now.

But would it be right— would it be okay to label it with the word that was sitting on his tongue? Did he truly have the capacity to bear the weight of it? Would this blissful reality he found himself nestled in start to unravel the moment he said it? Would the universe truly let him have this one thing to himself, forever?

A feathery, open-mouthed kiss from you onto his nose cut off his thoughts, but confirmed his answer. 

A bleary sort of smile, edges softened by his affection for you, tugged the corners of Ace’s mouth upwards. The hand that encased your waist traveled further downwards to take the meat of your thigh in its grasp, and toss it over his own hips. He had slung your leg over himself in an attempt to hold your bodies inexplicably closer, the feeling of his fingers gliding lazily across your exposed skin caused your pulse to quicken.

“I understand. Thank you.” 

Within another second or two, his mouth eventually met with yours. His lips and yours seamlessly molded together, like they were two carved parts of the same whole. It was a slow, saccharine thing, ultimately leading your fingertips to slide back and thread themselves through his dark locks, and the calloused, hot palm on your thigh to grip the area ever tighter— as if you’d evaporate if he didn’t do so.

Ace loved you— was in love with you. His heart thrummed against his chest when he tossed that fact around in his head, gradually accepting it to be true as he steadily deepened the kiss.

He murmured those three words into your mouth after languidly coaxing it open with his tongue so the wet muscle could slither inside and make a home there. It was barely intelligible, but somehow you knew what he’d said. Such a declaration was only reserved for you, so of course you recognized it. Ace didn’t even want the words to linger in the air, lest the universe heard what he had said. He still thanked it though, grateful to whatever deities thrusted you into his path that night so that he could have this moment with you, and build similar ones like this hereafter.

You reciprocated it, quietly sighing the words back into him and he eagerly swallowed them up, giving your thigh an affectionate squeeze in response.

Briefly, you pulled back, but only by a millimeter— not wanting the cold air of the early morning to catch you yet— and your palm ended up on Ace’s jaw. The pad of your thumb brushed over the sheet of freckles with no particular pattern or rhythm, and you absently thought about how they might be your favorite feature on his entire body. As if to emphasize this point, you pressed a lingering kiss onto its surface again, and for a moment, Ace thought he might shut down. He simply could not comprehend the loving nature behind such a simple act, or why it affected him so; all he could do was offer a small, fond grin.

Time still marched forward, but it graciously allowed the pair of lovers to bask in each other for a little while longer. The sky’s hue would slowly shift from a deep navy blue to a slightly brighter one, causing the dimness of the room to inch back into its corners for the day. The sunlight would soon come.

( # ) @icy-spicy @triangularz @pookieace @ichore @valentineluvu

[dreamgirlbny]

but i know through mine, you were looking in yours.

characters: ellie williams x reader (barely), abby anderson x reader (exes).

content: college!au, angst one-shot, no smut. toxic relationships implied!!

notes: this is just a little something i wrote super quick, didn’t even really proofread. it’s just sad to be honest, but i was feeling a bit of soft ellie with angst. hope you enjoy <3

you shouldn’t have left the house tonight.

you should’ve been in bed already.

and you should have studied for your test in the morning.

but instead, it’s 3 AM, and the only lesbian bar in your small college town was turning the lights on and cutting the music off.

you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.

what a cliché. that wasn’t really true, either, since nothing else was open, and the diners issued a city-wide statement that the party couldn’t be taken to them anymore.

calling a car was useless at this hour, all the rates were tripled and waiting for one was about as long as walking home.

so, walking it was. once again, leaving alone.

you’d tell yourself it’s by choice, but really, you knew what it was. the “lesbian circle” reputation precedes itself in a school as small as this.

you’d pretend walking past the pairs along the curb, all eagerly waiting for their cabs, wouldn’t bring a small pang to your chest; the whispers and hushed giggles, floating along with the wind, making its way past you in the form of paper-cuts.

and the ones that weren’t paired up, well, they wouldn’t look at you. not while you were looking, at least. you were sure you could stand in front of someone, waving your arms, doing pirouettes, and they’d still pretend not to see you.

all because of her.

three weeks broken up now and you still couldn’t get a rebound hookup; not even with the girls who were jumping at the opportunity to get in your panties at the beginning of it all.

no one wanted to mess with “anderson’s girl.”

that’s all you’d ever been known as, the past year and a half. and at first, you loved it. loved being advertised to everyone as the girlfriend of your school’s star athlete, the wet dream of every woman on campus; even the straight ones.

you loved it because you’d never been somebody before. at least not the way you got used to with her.

but somewhere along the way, it became too much. some days, looking in the mirror, you’d hardly recall your own name. visiting home, you could feel exactly at which point in the conversation you lost someone: right about at the fifteenth mention of her name.

for the past three weeks, you’ve heard nothing but secondhand whispers that she swears you’ll come back to her. she always was so self-assured, so unrelentingly confident that everything would always work in her favor. she didn’t even cry during your breakup.

but no one seemed to see how ridiculously self-centered she was, except for you. not that it was anyone’s fault, she was extremely charismatic, perfect from the outside. in fact, no one could understand how someone would be as stupid as to leave the pride and joy of jackson state; surely there must be something wrong with you.

so either way, they wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.

after about five blocks of walking, your boots were getting a bit uncomfortable. while leaning against a lamppost, deciding to take them off entirely, you could smell a faint trail of smoke coming from behind you.

you looked up across the street, one boot in hand, and saw someone on a bus stop bench holding a cigarette.

and she…looked back at you?

you circled around until you ended up in your same spot, looking to see if there was anyone next to you. there wasn’t. there wasn’t a single soul, a single car, or a single open store around, she really was looking at you.

her head cocked to the side, eyebrow raising as an amused smile played on her lips.

“chasing your tail?” she spoke. she didn’t have to shout, the narrow street and dead of the night carrying her words over to you clearly.

“just surprised someone would talk to me.” you answered, planted in your spot, still holding your single boot.

she didn’t respond, but her eyes never left yours. instead, she held up her pack of cigarettes, gesturing towards you. after a beat of silence she laughed.

“i don’t bite.”

a small smile broke on your face, feeling a very faint, but familiar, swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

“what if i do?”

you heard a deep hum from her as she crossed her arms in thought, looking as if she genuinely pondered your question. then she shrugged.

“a little bite never hurt me.” a lazy smile stretched across her face, cigarette hanging between it.

it was your turn to laugh now, looking around to see if it still was as dead as it sounded. you bit back a grin before shrugging your shoulders back at her. taking off your second boot, you made your way to the bus bench through the empty road.

as you approached, she stood up from her spot, and you finally got a proper look at her face as she came under a light. you slowed in your tracks, butterflies in your stomach fading into something darker.

you felt a bit shy now, taking a cigarette from the pack she extended out to you with a slight tremble to your hand. holding it up to your lips, she cupped a hand over her zippo and brought it up to light it for you.

you took a long puff, studying her green eyes that didn’t want to seem to leave yours, and when you exhaled you couldn’t help the nervous laughter that bubbled up with it.

“what’s funny?” her eyes softened with something sweet, words dragging out lazily with a hint of curiosity.

you shook your head looking away from her, dropping your boots on the ground and taking a seat on the bench.

“nothing, really.”

she sat down next to you after stomping out her cigarette, hands curling around the edge of the bench.

she didn’t speak and neither did you. but you found yourselves looking up at the stars, or what was visible of the stars, at least. it was the most comforting silence you ever sat in. the occasional car would zoom by, but mostly, the only sound to be heard was the buzzing of the lights, crickets in the distance, faint white noise of the night.

you didn’t speak until you finished your cigarette.

“do you go to school here?”

a quiet snort of a laugh came from her, “yeah, i do.”

“i’ve never seen you around,“ you rushed out, almost apologetically.

“i’m not offended.” she replied, tone soft.

“okay.” you gave her a quick glance, and when you saw that hint of a smile on her face, you looked away satisfied you hadn’t upset her.

you knew what it was like to be overlooked.

a breeze chilled past you, making you shiver ever so slightly, and before you knew it, there was a jacket being slung around your shoulders.

your hands came up to hold it in place, cheeks heating up to a warm pink as you mumbled out a small ‘thank you’.

she smiled at you, shaking her head softly.

“don’t worry about it.”

you turned away, back to the stars.

after another beat of silence, she slowly started naming some of them, and you looked at her with amusement in your eyes.

“do you like astronomy?” you asked.

“i love space in general.” she answered sheepishly.

you nodded slowly, lips curling with a flirt of a smirk.

“well, tell me more.”

she huffed out a laugh, head jutting to the side and fingers fidgeting as she sat thinking of something.

or so, you thought she was thinking; she was actually holding herself back. once she started talking, it’s like she couldn’t stop, and you were sure if someone ever quizzed you on the apollo 11 now you could give them essay-length answers.

you listened to her in awe the entire time, admiring the way her eyes sparkled as she talked, giggling at the corny space jokes she sprinkled in to her story-telling.

it wasn’t until the conversation was over that you even realized you didn’t know her name.

“i didn’t ask your name.” you shook your head in disbelief, still beaming from the conversation.

her expression faltered as she studied your face for a minute, then reached out her hand.

“ellie.”

you shook her hand a bit awkwardly, opening your mouth to reply with your name, but she stopped you.

“i know it.” her words came out reassuringly, eyes shifting between yours with a familiar sadness you’d never seen in anyone else’s before.

your face dropped in confusion, eyebrows furrowed, hand still interlocked with hers. you searched your mind for a memory of ever meeting her, every little nook and cranny for even a glimpse of her on campus, but nothing. you were sure nobody had known your name unless you introduced yourself, or even if they had, it became replaced in their brains with your earned title since dating your ex-girlfriend.

but then, for a split second, you recognized her.

recognized something in her eyes that flashed a reel of memories across them; a very vague, grainy set of them, like the ones of watching an old silent movie on a random day when you were five years old that for some reason stuck with you.

recognized the same uncertainty in the emotions that swam in her eyes, the same waver of confidence at how the reels played out to her again, almost as if she didn’t want to believe how clear everything had been all along.

recognized the emptiness that dared to fill her again, that loss of identity that lingered behind it all.

you became so lost in her eyes, you were only brought back when her thumb swiped a tear from your cheek.

your face felt hot with tears, heart pattering inside your ribcage. you opened your mouth to say something, but she just shook her head with a quiet plea on her face, as if she already knew what you’d ask.

as if asking it out loud would make her relive something she wasn’t sure she could survive.

you turned your head back to the sky, trying to regain control of your breathing that you didn’t even notice you lost, but her gaze lingered on you for a bit longer.

eventually, she joined you once again in star gazing.

“don’t go back to her.”

she hummed out, words so soft you’d barely hear them if it wasn’t so quiet, so breathless you’d think she was talking to herself.

you gave yourself a slight nod, keeping your eyes on one particular star that burned brighter than the others.

your hand inched closer to hers on the bench, moving on its own until it was on top of the other.

but there weren’t any sparks behind it.

she reached up her fingers through yours, giving the best form of a squeeze as she could from the position.

you sighed to yourself, feeling the tears well up in your eyes this time.

“yeah, i won’t.”

[srjlvr]

SEVEN ROYALTIES

“once upon a time a prince mistakenly fell in love with the wrong princess” — kim sunoo

kim sunoo x fem!reader genre: mistakenly falling in love , strangers to lovers , fluff , a bit of angst ! warnings: none (at least not that im aware of! please update me if you find anything!!) || NOT FULLY PROOFREAD !!

WORD-COUNT ; 5.2k+

NOTE. besties its been A REAL WHILE!! i’ve been trying to balance my life but i fail miserably honestly. i wrote all of this on one of my free days instead of studying for math!!😭 you better like it or i’ll cry. please leave feedbacks!! i love reading them!! hope you have a good day / afternoon / evening / night!! mentions of jungwon’s story are here too!!<3

“y/n did you forget you have manners class today? get up!” your mother was the one to wake you up after your maids failed attempts, she pulled your blanket away and you groaned.

manners classes always annoyed you. probably because it had something to do with ‘how to act in front of your future husband’ rules and manners.

“do i have to go?” you whined. your mother raised her eyebrow, “did you really just ask me that question?”

you rolled your eyes and got up, “i’m up, you can go now”

she left your room without saying anything else. you sighed loudly and sat on your bed.

“good morning your highness, let’s get you ready” one of your maids smiled softly at you.

“give me only five more minutes” you begged and she shook her head, “your mother will get furious if you’ll be late”

you closed your eyes in defeat, you know she’s right. sometimes you wish your mother wouldn’t be so strict about everything in your life.

after getting ready you rushed to eat dinner with your parents, who were already waiting for you.

“mother, father” you greeted them, without even a good morning.

your relationship with your parents is quite weird. if you’d be asked to address it you would’ve said its a co-workers relationship. you barely talk about your problems with them, nor they ask about your well-being. all they care about is royalty, royalty and royalty.

“have you heard? hybe’s kingdom will have a ball for their youngest’s birthday” your father spoke.

“oh yes! i saw the invitation” your mother answered, “it’s a no-adults party except for his older brothers, y/n you’re invited there”

you glanced at your mother who was busy cutting her bread, “hm?”

“hybe kingdom invited all younger royals to celebrate the youngest son’s birthday, you’re definitely going!!” your mother smiled.

“you’ll be able to meet your future husband there! we didn’t want you two to meet up yet but who knows, maybe it’ll be a start of something” your father added.

“we’ll tell you into more details later, now go to your class! your teacher is waiting” your mother ordered and you did as she said.

you’ve had manners classes as soon as you turned into a beautiful young lady, according to your mom, you should’ve taken them earlier—so you’d be more prepared and will have some manners in front of her friends.

when you turned fifteen, your family already informed you they decided on your future husband, and you had no option to resist, they forced this marriage on you and didn’t even give you the chance to say no.

you’ve never heard of the man, you don’t know anything about him. the only thing you do know is that you’re going to get married to him as soon as you turn 21 which means, your clock is ticking and you’re slowly going out of options.

ever since you can remember yourself, you wanted your own fairytale love story, a one love story that will make anyone envy you, a one true love story you can use when you want to tell your future kids a night story, a one true love story where you’d be the one to pick the person you’ll spend the rest of your life with.

your parents however, thought it was a good joke, and always used to laugh at it.

“true love story? there’s no such a thing” your mother always says.

“we got married for the benefit of our kingdoms, and we fell in love through the marriage, you’ll get to experience it too” your father adds.

“marrying someone you don’t know isn’t that bad! you’ll get to know each other after the wedding” your parents both love to laugh about it whenever they could.

your manners class should’ve been called ‘how to be a good wife’ class in your opinion, you learn nothing other than how to behave around your future husband and how to take care of him. stupid primitive royalties.

“good morning y/n, let’s get to class quickly” your teacher who had been waiting for you in your usually room greeted you and you greeted her back.

“what do you do if your husband tells you that he’s tired from duties and he’s hungry but the maids are already asleep?” you teacher asked.

you sighed before answering, “i get up and massage him, then go to the kitchen and make him something the eat”

your teacher clapped her hands in excitement, “that’s all for today, good job!”

this life is tiring.

when you look at your other friends who you’ve met in ball events, they seem to enjoy their single life. none of them was promised to marry someone they don’t like, so where did you go wrong?

feeling too tired from class, you decided to go and take a short nap, it wouldn’t hurt to go back to sleep right? it’s not like you have something important to do anyway.

before going to nap you laid down on your bed and stared at the ceiling.

“will i ever get to meet the person i would choose to marry?” you asked yourself before you drafted to sleep.

“sunoo!! focus!” while you were sleeping loudly, the fifth prince of hybe kingdom was busy taking manners class.

“i was just now at (your kingdom’s name) kingdom, how come it’s easier to teach ladies than gentlemen?” his teacher complained.

his teacher is your teacher as well, but of course both of you doesn’t know that.

“i apologize” sunoo quickly then bowed as an apologetic gesture.

“focus!” the teacher tsked and sunoo sat straight.

“if your wife comes home from duties and she tells you she’s quite tired, what do you do?” she asked.

“i’d ask her to tell me how her day was and i’ll make her some food” sunoo smiled widely and the teacher shook her head.

“no, no, no! you ask your maids to make her something to eat!” his teacher sounded disappointed.

sunoo pout, he didn’t understand the logic behind it all, a husband needs to take care of his wife, and what are those manners classes? who made those stupid classes anyway?

out of all 7 brothers, his parents chose him as the one who needs to suffer the most in his opinion.

sunoo is the only one who has been taking manners classes, and he’s the only one who’s promise to marry someone he doesn’t know.

does his parents think he won’t be able to find someone he’d like to marry?

“that’s it for today, practice and study more! for the next time i want you to be better” the teacher left without giving him a chance to send her off.

she must be really angry then, huh?

sunoo then sighed and gathered his papers.

“tough day?” he heard a voice and shoot his eyes to the figure who was standing right at the door.

“you could say that” sunoo nodded and dropped his glance.

jungwon pitied his older brother, he has always been the one to suffer from their parents’ endless bickering, and jungwon always wondered why’s that.

“just hold it in for a while, it’s going to end soon” jungwon walked closer to his brother and pat his shoulder.

sunoo groaned, “easy for you to say, you already basically know who you’re going to marry”

jungwon smiled a bit, “mom and dad are starting to get on your nerves, aren’t they?”

sunoo nodded, “can’t they just let me live my life the way i want to?”

a door slammed and you woke up immediately.

“i apologize your majesty, the queen asked me to wake you up from your nap” one of your maids said, “she wants to meet you in the garden”

you dismissed your maid and went down to your castle’s garden, your favorite place on earth.

“mother,” you called her, “you were asking for me”

your mother who was sitting on one of the benches turned her glance to you and smiled, “do you know why i called you, y/n?” she asked.

you shook your head and moved closer to her.

“your wedding of course!” she opened her arms and hugged you.

you let out a big sigh, of course! why would she want to talk with you about anything else?

“i’m joking, joking” she giggled, “i was a bit bored, i wouldn’t mind some company”

you nodded and proceeded to sit on the bench next to her. both of you sat in silence, she looked pretty relaxed, but you’re always being extra careful around her.

“have you ever heard of hybe kingdom?” she suddenly asked.

“no, the only thing i know about them is that they’re seven siblings, and each one is soon to get a throne”

“their family is quite weird i must say,” your mother chuckled, “the oldest son is going to marry a commoner! can you believe it??”

you nodded, “if they really do love each other, they deserve to be happy together”

your mother looked at you in disbelief, “it’s not a good reason to break a royal rule!” she argued.

“what royal rule? they’re ancient and no one’s even looking at them anymore!!” you argued back.

“ancient or not!! a royal rule is a royal rule!!”

“sometimes love is more important than a stupid rule!!”

“you—“ your mother stopped for a second to take a deep breathe, “if that’s another way of you to try and convince me to let you marry whoever you want, it’s not going to work”

you rolled your eyes and looked away, “you don’t even realize how important it is to me” you mumbled and she stayed quiet, completely ignoring what you’ve just said.

“you’re going to meet your soon to be husband at hybe’s kingdom party, you should be prepared”

eventually you left her alone and went back to your room, you had nothing to talk about together anyway.

“there you are sunoo!! we’ve been searching for you!!” hybe’s queen remarked.

“hello mother” sunoo whispered.

“your teacher told me you’re not doing well!! sunoo, what’s wrong with you?” she raised her voice and sunoo shut his eyes.

“if you’d just let me feel free and let me do what i want maybe i’ll be able to be mannered enough for you!” he spoke back and his mother stepped back.

“sunoo!!”

“what? did i say something wrong? instead of letting me find someone i’d truly love and want to marry, you’re forcing me into it!” he raised his voice back.

“this is not up to discussion!! your marriage is final!” his mother fired back, “it’s okay if you dont love her now, you’ll force yourself into it and eventually fall in love!”

sunoo sighed and tears filled his eyes, “you’d never let me live the way i want to, would you?”

his mother stayed quiet and he slowly nodded, “got it” he whispered and went to his room.

the next mornings felt all the same, manners class and getting back to sleep, it was the same for sunoo, other than the fact that he had to help his younger brothers with their own love stories. love stories that he’d never have.

“i don’t know what to do, it hurts, i miss her” jungwon cried to his older brother as he hugged him and suggested him a few steps.

looking at his brothers living freely as they want made him really happy for them, but also envy them for being their parents’ favorite in his opinion.

eventually, ni-ki’s birthday came and everyone around the castle were busy getting ready.

“good morning sunoo! time to get ready” the maids said and he barely got himself up.

“you’re going to meet your soon-to-be wife!! isn’t that exciting?” jay, who came in together with sunoo’s maids, decided to tease him a bit.

sunoo groaned and covered himself with his pillow.

“get up sleepy head! it’s your brother’s birthday today!! at least wish him a happy birthday!!” jay took the pillow and threw it at him a few times.

sunoo really didnt want to wake up today. dont get him wrong, he loves his brother, its just something about today that makes it extremely hard for him to wake up.

“right, what was her name again?” this was the exact reason sunoo couldn’t wake up, his parents couldn’t even recall his future wife’s name!

“nevermind, you need to go get ready!” his father commented.

“you’ll know it when you see her, she’s awfully pretty!” both of them said and pushed him back to his room to get ready.

“oh my dear! you’re awfully pretty!” your mother clapped as you gave her a twirl of your dress.

“you’re only saying that because you’re my mom” you scoffed and she shook her head.

“you really are really pretty, our pretty princess” your father got involved and smiled.

you gave them a short smile, “thank you—“

“can you believe it? you’re going to meet your future husband!! are you ready for it?” your mother stepped closer to you, cupping your cheeks in both hands.

“no” you sighed. “well then, be ready for it! we don’t want him to think you’re messy and unorganized”

what does not being ready for this even have to do with being messy and unorganized??

you just nodded and closed your eyes. if you start crying now, the beautiful makeup your maid had put on you would get ruined.

“we’re so proud of you, y/n” both of them said and you just nodded.

“oh! you look exactly like a prince” his brother sunghoon remarked. “i didnt look like one up until now?” sunoo rolled his eyes but sunghoon only chuckled.

“hey im just joking, you look really good sunoo” the older complimented him and sunoo smiled, “thank you”

“off you go!! enjoy the party!” your parents said as they sent you off to hybe kingdom, with a thumping heart you smiled and nodded.

five minutes into the drive and it finally sank into your mind, your parents never mentioned his name, not even once.

quick!! what should you do?? risk it all and just continue the drive and hope to find him in mysterious way? or get back to your parents and ask them for it??

obviously option one is the best option.

“we have arrived, your majesty” your driver informed you and went out to open the door for you.

you took a few deep breaths, “you can do it”

as you got out you saw lots of princesses and princes, all entering the big and beautiful castle.

“please welcome princess y/n from (name of kingdom)” the door opened for you and all eyes were on you, you hated it, you hated this welcoming.

it was somehow a royal thing, to inform of a royal entering a castle, but then what? it drew everyone’s attention to you.

you felt everyone’s gaze on you, mumbling nothings and whispering whatever. you slowly entered deep into the crowd until the other royals didnt care about you anymore.

“hello there, beauty” you heard someone say, you turned around to meet with a very pretty looking guy.

“hello” you replied back and extended him your hand for him to kiss.

you hated this too, the feeling of a stranger on your hand, why was this even a royal rule??

“i couldn’t stand seeing you alone so—“

“and finally, please welcome the hybe family” all of your heads turned to the door.

first one to enter was prince heeseung, you could see him searching for a specific person in the crowd and as soon as he saw her, he smiled.

second to enter was prince jay, he looked super focused, he too, was searching for a specific person in the crowd.

third to enter was prince jake, he looked so peaceful somehow, as if he already knew where was the specific person he was searching for.

fourth to enter was prince sunghoon and god, his visuals were no joke, whoever will end up with him definitely won a handsome one of a kind.

fifth to enter was prince sunoo, as soon as he entered you felt as if the world had stopped.

you two somehow made an eye contact for a few good seconds, as if he already found the person he was searching for.

is he….? no, he can’t be, can he?

the voice of the welcoming of the sixth prince woke you up from your deep thoughts.

sixth to enter was prince jungwon, he looked around, smiling at everyone while obviously trying to search for someone.

“and lastly, please welcome the birthday boy, riki!” as the seventh prince riki entered, everyone clapped and cheered.

only he, was smirking at everyone. he was definitely up to something.

as the party started, you started to feel tired. what if you just ditch early? no one will notice anyway.

you started walking towards what you thought was the exit, turns out it was a door for the castle’s garden.

“great, how do i get out now” you mumbled.

you heard steps behind you and turned around immediately.

your eyes widened as you saw the person that was standing in front of you.

“hello” he said with a warm smile.

“prince sunoo” you whispered under your breath, “hello”

“you probably have already heard who i am, but i’m sunoo” he said and bowed to you.

you couldn’t understand why, but you felt your cheeks heating up. focus y/n, focus!!

is he your promised prince?

“i’m l/n y/n” you introduced yourself with a curtsy, sunoo took your hand and kissed the back of it, “you look awfully pretty, y/n”

you said you hated it, hated it when a stranger kissed your hand, but why did it feel so different when he did it?

you wanted him to keep kissing your hand, and maybe not only your hand.

no, y/n what are you thinking!!

sunoo couldn’t explain it, ever since he laid his eyes on you, he felt something.

you were so, so pretty in his eyes. he saw the whole crowd but his eyes only looked at you. he wanted to get to know you more, he’s more than 100% sure you’re promised to him, how could his parents forget your beautiful name?

and if it turns out you’re not the one who’s promised to him, he’s more than determined now to make you his wife.

“would you like to have a dance y/n?” he suddenly asked, looking into your soft eyes.

you could still hear the music at the back, you enjoy dancing anyway, so why not?

“i’d love that” you replied.

sunoo took your hand and guided you, you were extremely close to each other.

your hands were around his neck, and his held your waist.

“how come i’ve never seen you before?” he asked.

“i’m not the type to go to royal celebrations, i came here for the first time since i’m kind of forced to meet my future husband” you replied softly.

“future husband?” sunoo disappointedly looked down.

did you already find your future husband? your promised one?

you shook your hand, “i have yet to find him, but now that i’m being here with you…” you stayed quiet for a bit, “i think i found him”

oh you were bold. what if he already has someone he’s going to marry to?

“oh,” he suddenly said and chuckled, “i think i already found my future wife too”

both of you shared a long eye contact, god he was so attractive and you were so beautiful in his eyes.

you changed position and crossed your hands together, going in circle while not even breaking your eye contact for a mere second.

you didn’t want to let go of each other, as the song ended, so did your dance.

you decided to sit on one of the benches at the garden and share a little conversation.

a little conversation ended up lasting for almost until midnight. you’ve been at the garden since eight pm.

you talked about your hobbies, your family, your miserable life with your manners classes.

“no way! you’re having them too?? i thought only my parents were old school” he said in excitement.

“yeah, i guess both of us are experiencing the old school parents” you chuckled.

the conversation just kept on going further and further until the maids reminded you it’s time to go.

both of you got up from the bench and looked at each other.

“i don’t want this night to end” you pout.

sunoo giggled and put his hands around your waist.

“i don’t want it to end either” he replied.

it was a comforting silence between the two of you, until he started getting closer.

“can i…..?” he asked and you nodded.

he crushed his lips on yours and held you tightly. you kissed him back and put your hands around his neck.

the kiss was so innocent and sweet, as if you’re having your first teen love.

as you slowly let go of the kiss you opened your eyes and giggled.

“there you—am i interrupting something?” you recognize this prince, it’s prince jake.

“not at all, i was just about to leave” you said after and curtsied to the prince.

you walked away but not before whispering into sunoo’s ear, “hopefully i get to see you again”

as you left, jake pushed sunoo and cheered for him. “you found her didn’t you!!”

sunoo smiled, his cheeks still blushing from the kiss you shared a few minutes ago. it was just like in the love stories he liked to read.

“oh! her name is minju!”

no. this can’t be.

after the celebration, his parents came up to him to ask him how was meeting his future wife.

only then he realized he has been wrong this whole time.

“what?” he asked.

they nodded and smiled, “we’re so glad you enjoyed! we were actually worried about you not liking her”

“i need to sleep” he mumbled.

“what?”

“i need to sleep now” he said louder.

his parents left his room, shocked and speechless. did they say something wrong?

“y/n dear, how was the party?” your parents came up to you, they’ve probably been waiting for you to get back.

you knew they didn’t really care about the party, but more about the person you’ve met there.

you already knew that the person you’re promised to marry wasn’t sunoo, but you couldn’t help it but fall in love with him.

you realized it wasn’t sunoo halfway into your conversation. your parents told you a few facts about your future husband, and none of them matched sunoo. still, you kept on spending the night with him instead of going to search your promised one.

“it was fine” you replied.

“just fine….?” they asked surprised.

“yeah”

“what about….?”

“oh, it was amazing actually, i already feel myself falling for him, he’s the person i want to marry to and no one else” you smiled, “ever since i saw him i only think of him”

your parents looked at you in confusion. they weren’t expecting to hear that from you, especially because you hated this idea.

“are you…doing okay?” they asked and you nodded, cheeks heating up after remembering your past events.

“i’ll be going to sleep now” you skipped to your room happily, leaving your parents dumbfounded.

the next day you woke up, “y/n! you got a letter” one of your maids brought your letter to you and you opened it.

‘meet me at xxxx around 9pm — sunoo’

you smiled after reading the letter, and you couldn’t help but wait for the eve to come.

around 8:30pm you sneaked out, telling your parents you weren’t feeling well and getting out slowly and surely, no one noticed you.

you arrived the place and waited for him. you sat on a bench and looked at the sky.

the sky was so dark and the stars were shining brightly, you enjoyed looking at the sky, until you couldn’t see anything.

someone covered your eyes, “guess who” you heard a familiar voice and chuckled.

“my future husband” you said.

this new nickname you gave him made him flutter each time he hears it coming out of your mouth.

he removed his hands and pecked your cheeks, “ding ding ding, we have a winner” he smiled and went to sit next to you on the bench.

“i missed you” he added.

“you saw me yesterday” you replied.

“24 hours without seeing you, my heart can’t handle it” he held his hand against his heart and you rolled your eyes, “you’re so cheesy”

“you didnt mind it yesterday” he shrugged, “i still don’t”

both of you chuckled and kept talking with a wide smile all over your faces.

the two of you knew, you knew you’re not promised to each other, you knew you won’t end up getting married to each other, so why does none of you bring this up?

you kept talking and talking without even realizing it was past 3 am. you have manners class later today, you have to get some sleep.

“you have to go?” he asked and you nodded sadly.

“my parents will kill me if i dont wake up in time” you sighed.

“let’s meet up tomorrow too, same time, same place” he said and you nodded.

you pecked his lips and ran back, leaving him with blushing cheeks.

none of you wants to admit it, but you’re not going to end up together. so you’ll just spend your time together as long as you can, holding into the fact that maybe, maybe you actually will have a chance to marry each other.

your sneaking out became a usual thing for you and sunoo, you really did keep your promise and met up every day.

“how do you want our wedding to be?” he asked you once.

your head was resting on his lap as he caressed your hair.

“my family, your family, and maybe just a few important royals, in your castle too, because that’s where we first met” you smiled and he smiled back at you.

both of you knew it’s not really going to happen, but you still held into the hope that maybe, against all the odds, maybe you will be able to change your fate.

“i love it, what do you think about honeymoon?” he asked in addition to the wedding part and you just giggled.

as you came back to your room that day from meeting sunoo, you noticed a figure sitting on your bed.

you got scared and immediately turned on the lights, just to notice it was your mother.

“mother,” you whispered.

“i thought you’re not feeling well?” she asked seriously.

“i-i went to catch some air—“ “dont try to excuse yourself” she said firmly.

you looked down and sighed, “i met up with my future husband”

her serious face turned into a wide smile, “really? what did you two—“

“kim sunoo from hybe kingdom” you cut her off as you just now told her who you met up.

“what?” she asked, the wide smile turning into confusion.

“i met up with sunoo, my future husband” you boldly said.

your mother laughed, “that was a good joke! dont scare me like that again” she continued to laugh but her laugh faded when she noticed you were serious.

“oh, you’re serious?” she asked and you nodded.

“i want to marry sunoo, mom” you said.

“that’s not possible” she argued.

“why not? i love him, he’s the person i want to marry” you said.

“a no is a no, i don’t want to argue about it” she got up.

“but i do, i won’t marry any other person, even that ‘future husband’ you’ve been telling me to marry” you’re a one stubborn child, and you’re not going to give up on sunoo that easily.

your mother sighed, “i will not argue about this with you, you’re grounded, i’ll put hundreds of guards around just to keep you here” she raised her voice.

“you can try and keep me here all you want! it’s not going to change my feelings!” you shout as she went out of your room.

sunoo wasn’t doing any better, he too, got caught as he came back.

“no!” his mother argued, “you’re promised to marry minji and that’s final! i don’t want to hear another word!”

sunoo scoffed, “out of all seven of us, you chose to be strict with me, now that i finally found someone i love, you’re taking her away from me? why did you let heeseung marry a commoner then?” he shout.

his mother stayed speechless.

“exactly, you have no good reason” he said in disbelief.

“you’re not allowed to go out anymore until you realize what you just did, minju is your future wife and no one else” she said before smacking the door.

while both of you weren’t allowed out of your castles, you could send letters one to other.

you kept communicating through that, however, it was slow and hard as one letter per day came in.

on one of the days you shared dinner with your parents, as usual you stayed quiet and didn’t talk to neither of them.

only today was different, “y/n,” your father called you but you ignored.

“we’ve decided to break off the agreement with the other kingdom” he continued and your eyes light up.

“me and your mother decided it’s what best for you, and we want nothing more than to see you happy” he said.

“does that mean…..?” you whispered and your mother nodded, “you can marry prince sunoo, we talked some sense in his parents too”

you looked at the clock and saw the time, 8:30pm.

you looked over your parents, “can i….?” and they nodded.

you pushed away your chair and ran out of the castle to search for your sunoo.

you arrived at your place with a wild smile, expecting to see him already, your smile faded as you saw no one.

your eyes teared up, until someone covered your eyes behind you, “guess who”

without waiting, you turned around and hugged the person you were so longing for.

“my future husband, my real future husband” you cried into the hug as he hugged you back tightly, not wanting to let you go.

“i missed you” he said and you cupped his face.

“i love you” you said before kissing him.

you caught him off guard but he was quick to kiss you back, holding your waist and getting you closer to him than ever.

both of you pulled away when you felt you were out of air.

you pressed your foreheads against each other with eyes closed, “it’s been so long, it feels so good to hold you again, i love you” he said and you smiled.

“i was wondering how long it’s going to take for my parents to realize i only want to marry you” you chuckled.

“took them too long” he scoffed and you nodded.

“what’s important is that you’re here now” you whispered.

“i’m here, forever and ever, i love you”

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Hey peeps. I'm really sorry but I actually have bad news and not a Valentine's Day chapter for today. I got diagnosed with tendonitis and I need to rest my hand and not write too much. I'm currently also working on my Master's thesis and that has priority, for obvious reasons I think, and I'm having a really hard time not being able to write some more König stuff, because really that's all I want to do.

I mean, I have found some speech to text programs that work pretty well (I'm actually using it right now to type this out), but it still takes a lot more time and then I still need to proofread manually, so it will take until the weekend or next week to post some more.

I have some chapters already written out that I finished some time ago that might not fit the plot exactly, but will work as random scenes. So I might fall back on some of those for the time being.

I hope you understand and thanks for your patience! 

I actually wrote a little scene about it when my wrist first started hurting, so I'm just going to post this today (I also read through it again and the big guy is still my comfort character), maybe some of you can also use a little fluff with König today <3

kissing it better <3

(domestic fluff, hinted-at smut, mdni)

Monday at 8, I go to work after drinking my morning coffee with him and I return to his house again in the late afternoon, finding him and Mimi cuddling on the couch, the little ball of fur snuggling into his broad chest. Seeing them like that, squeezes my heart a little bit.

I hop onto his lap, Mimi meowing because now she isn’t the only one occupying this space anymore. We laugh and I can finally give him a kiss. He kisses me back, his arms wrapping around my waist and thighs.

Next to him on the end table, there are three new bottles of black nail polish. “They didn’t have the brand you normally use, so I just bought a few.”, he explains, smiling at me apologetically.

And this small gesture makes me melt a little. I picture him, the ridiculously tall, scary looking metalhead standing in the boutique in front of the shelf with all the tiny bottles of nailpolish – and then picking out three of the same colour because he didn’t know which one I would like.

“Thanks, even though that wasn’t necessary.”, I say, pressing a little ‘thank you’ kiss onto his nose. I reach for one of the bottles but pull back when a pang of pain shoots through my wrist.

His eyes widen, just a bit, his look fixed on the spot where I hold it against my chest, slowly massaging it. “What happened?”, he asks.

I shrug. “I don’t know, my wrist just hurts.” I sigh. “It started today at work and it just doesn’t go away.”

He catches my hand, pulling my wrist from my hold, and inspects the joint, softly moving it. He stretches it down gently, my small palm between his huge, tattooed fingers. “Does that hurt?”, he wants to know. I shake my head and he pulls it into the other direction. I hiss slightly, as the light sting of pain spreads, and he lets go immediately.

“I think, you may have overworked it a little bit.”, he mumbles, softly massaging the muscles and tendons around the wrist. Pushing his thumbs into the sensitive skin, until I sigh and relax a bit.

König pulls my wrist closer, up to his lips, pressing them onto the joint. Placing soft kisses where it hurts. Kissing it better. I can feel his warm breath coasting over my skin as he slowly makes his way to the inside of my wrist, still rubbing the spots that hurt lightly with his big strong fingers. His eyes snap up to mine, holding my gaze that is already on him.

His tongue darts out, licking over the pulse point, like he can’t help himself. The soft wet touch sends a pleasurable shiver down my spine. My mouth drops open just a little bit as he puts his over the sensitive spot and sucks, gently. A little moan escapes my lips, and I can see the heat in his eyes intensifying.

He pulls back, pressing another kiss to my wrist, lingering a little longer than he needs to. Still holding my gaze. “A little better?”, he asks, with a soft smile. His little kisses seem to be the best medicine, even though they are pure placebo.

“Yes, thank you.”, I say as I lean forward and give him a proper kiss on the lips.

“Just let it rest the next few days and it’ll get better, okay?”, he suggests then.

I nod, but I can’t help myself, as I add-on: “So, no handjobs?”, biting back a grin.

He shoots me a look that tells me to stop being such a brat, but the corners of his mouth turn up. “Exactly, that was my point, Fräulein.”, he answers sarcastically, patting my ass.

His demeanor changes again before he asks: “Are you hungry? I cooked some pasta.” He already kinda knows the answer to that (I can always eat, especially carbs) as he’s getting up, just lifting me up in one swift motion, only to set me down on the floor next to him.

“Starving actually, I didn’t really have lunch today.”, I sigh. “More exhausting clients instead.”

“We’ll get you something to eat and then you can tell me all about it. How does that sound, hm?”, he suggests. His arm snakes around my waist while he presses a little kiss on the top of my head.

“That sounds great.”, I tell him, a small smile on my face, as I take his hand – with the wrist that doesn’t hurt – and follow him to the kitchen.

Mimi gets up as well and tipples after us, her tail flicking up in the air, as she meows again like she wants to say ‘I’m hungry too!’.

~ more stuff in the Masterlist~

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Muse | Chapter 3

Fandom / Pairing: Attack On Titan / Eren x f!reader

Rating: SFW - Regardless, MDNI

Content Warning: Fluff, language

Author’s Note: Idk what grad school is like so kindly ignore it if things don't make sense on the educational front. I call this one wingin’ it cause I wrote Chapter 5 before this and I have no idea how I’ll get there but I will… somehow. Also, I listened to Tokyo Drift while writing this. Not proofread xo

~ Eren’s Birdie

“So, did you find him?” Minseo asks curiously when you return to the campus cafe. You shake your head as you sit opposite to her, taking a sip from your now lukewarm coffee.

The person of interest, Eren, was nowhere to be found – is what you had concluded without even bothering to look for him. You were dreading this ever since you woke up this morning. The weekend had been mostly relaxing, with you sleeping in to recharge your batteries and morale, before starting work on the painting again. 

“Do I have to apologise?” you sulk a bit, swirling the coffee in its cup.

“Uhh, what do you think?” Minseo is already over it, giving you the side-eye.

“Just… so embarrassing,” you mumble.

“Well you should’ve thought of that before choking him,” she chuckles.

“I didn’t choke hi–”

“Well, explain that to him,” she wiggles her eyebrows, signaling you to look behind you. When you turn, you see him with that cocky and charming smile as always, along with his usual group as they crowd around a tiny table in the corner, pulling in chairs to make them all fit around in a circle.

You gulp in some air involuntarily before downing the remaining of your coffee as you get up from your chair to make your way towards him. He only notices you when you’re about a few steps away. When your eyes meet, as if on cue, the whole group goes silent. It seems like they’d all been anticipating this moment.

You find yourself unable to speak for the first few seconds as you realise just how nervous you feel with everyone staring at you, waiting for the obvious. You break eye contact as you look at your feet, hoping it’d be easier without feeling the intensity of his gaze on you.

You begin, “I’m s–”

“Let’s talk outside,” Eren cuts you off, standing up hastily. 

You look up at him with confusion written all over your face. You nod as he walks out of the cafe and you follow him till you’re standing under the weak shade of the protruding rooftop.

“All I wanted to say was that I’m sorry. And I wanted to do it in front of your friends since I caused you such… humiliation in front of them on Friday,” you ramble on, “So, all I’m saying is… I-i’m sorry. I shouldn't have jumped on you like that without solid proof.”

“Hmm,” is all Eren says, lips still curved in that annoyingly hot smirk.

“Not good enough? Want me to go in and make a public apology?” You genuinely ask but feel jitters as you see a contemplative look in his eyes.

He shakes his head, “Nah, don't wanna harass you like that.”

“Really? Why?” you asked, surprised.

“Cause I’m a gentleman,” he winks. You want to scoff at this and tell him that he’s known around the whole campus for being the exact opposite. But you refrain yourself from speaking since you were the one doing the apology at the moment.

But he looks at you as if he wants to say more and as if he’s contemplating whether he should do it or not. You look at him expectantly.

“How about you paint me?” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“No,” you scoff as you cross your arms in front of your chest.

“No?” he challenges, surprised as he had been under the impression that every art student was dying to paint him… and here he was, giving you the opportunity that you rejected without a second thought.

“Ask something else,” you shrug.

He thinks hard before speaking, “Draw a small sketch of me then!”

“I hate it when people ask me to draw them,” you state as a matter-of-fact.

“You’re not leaving many options for me here,” he chuckles before pondering over it for a bit, “Treat me to a nice meal then.”

“Like a date with just us two? I don’t think so,” your furrowed eyebrows relax as you reframe your words, “I’m ready to give you a public apology in front of all your buddies, ya know?”

“Are you really negotiating when you’re the one trying to make up to me?” He's raising an eyebrow.

He has a point, you know!

“A full course meal and dessert too,” he smiles.

“Fine but can we do this on Friday after class? I got an extension on the assignment but I have to make the entire thing again. The old one just looks patchy now, there's no saving it…” you sigh as you over-explain. You can feel the dread taking over your body and you sigh once again without realising it.

“Done… umm, and all the best,” Eren’s eyes soften, “See you Friday then!”

He's about to part ways but stops in his tracks as he pulls out his phone, extending it towards you, “Oh, and give me your number.”

— — —

Time is such a tricky little thing. How can 5 whole days feel like 5 seconds and as long as an eternity at the same time?

You were so locked in on redoing the assignment that the whole week seemed to pass by rather quickly. However, you felt too physically drained to enjoy adding the final strokes to the painting, all alone in the studio at 9:30 pm, come Friday night.

So much for living the exciting uni life!

You could already imagine your cozy bed, waiting for you, as inviting as ever, tucking yourself under the soft blanke–

Your phone buzzes. You put your brush down as you stretch over in your chair, unlocking the phone to check who it was.

Unknown Number: ouch, didn’t think you'd ditch

You: Sorry. Who is this?

You don’t get a reply so you’re about to inform them that maybe they had the wrong number but before you get a chance to do that, your phone rings. You almost hang up since you were too tired to entertain spam or prank callers but you suddenly recall a particular someone who had asked for your number this week.

“Hello?” you speak, still unsure.

“Hi,” the deep voice that flows like honey is one that’s almost too easy to recognize.

“Eren?”

“Mmhmm… I’m assuming you forgot that we had a date tonight,” he chuckles.

You slap your forehead when you realise, “Shit, sorry… It slipped my mind. I'm still at the studio.”

“Really? So late? I thought you were at home in your pajamas, fully prepared to ditch me and pretend you hadn’t promised to take me out for dinner,” he feigns shock.

“That was the initial plan, really… but since I didn’t get permission to enter the studio on the weekend, I stayed back to finish the painting. I'm almost done though so do you mind waiting? Or you wanna do this some other time?”

“No, I don’t mind. Besides, I cancelled all my plans for you,” he teases.

“Busy man,” you comment. 

He laughs, “Got plenty of time for you though.”

There’s a beat of silence. 

“Sure, whatever you say,” you’re glad he can’t see the way you’re rolling your eyes.

“When do you wanna meet?”

“An hour more to wrap everything up, go home and change out of this mess?” you look down at your clothes. Yeah, no way you can wear this painted and dirtied abomination to your date.

“Okay, see you. Toodles.”

He hangs up without waiting for your goodbye and you chuckle to yourself. Who says toodles?

About 20 minutes pass by and you decide that no matter how much you still wanted to tweak the painting just a little bit more, it was time to stop yourself. You wrap everything up and start washing your brushes at the basin in the corner of the studio, making sure all the paint residue is gone. You felt lazy, but not lazy enough to sacrifice such expensive brushes.

“Got time for a coffee?”

You almost jump when a voice from behind startles you. You turn around to see Eren with two disposable cups in his hands, standing at the door.

“Oh god, you scared me!”

“Figured you could use this… you know, since you sounded a bit tired,” he’s talking to you but his eyes are fixed on the painting as he walks closer to observe it, “Wow, so it’s done? You somehow made it look better than the old one… and that was something else.”

“Thank you,” you blush as you undo your apron before folding it and placing it on one of the chairs. 

You feel dumbfounded. You want to cry. This man was someone whom you had treated so horribly in front of everyone yet here he was, being nothing but nice to you. You’re glad he doesn't see the tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You blink them away as you mindlessly dab the water from the cleaned brushes.

You walk up to where he is and extend one hand to take one of the cups. He hands it to you before leaning against the desk next to you, ”I didn’t know what you liked so I just got a cappuccino. Can never go wrong with that.”

“Thanks. I like cappuccino,” you take the lid off before sipping and the coffee is still hot, steam blowing on your face.

“Really? I thought you had a strange order prepared to torture the barista like a true artist who can’t like anything simple,” he teases and for a second you wonder if he’s serious.

“I’m really curious to know where you get that stereotype from,” you give him a side-eye as you take another sip. You roll the brushes in a dry cloth before shoving them in your bag on the desk.

He laughs, “Well, not anymore. I could be wrong… I believe in giving people chances, no matter how crazy they act on our first encounter.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You roll your eyes at him, holding the coffee cup with both hands to soak its warmth.

There's silence.

“I’m sorry again,” you say as if it’d make the silence less awkward.

“You don’t have to be. I'm over it,” he waves a hand in dismissal.

“Hmm,” is all you say, staring at your painting, lost in thought.

“What?”

“What?”

“Nothing, just seems like you want to say something,” he catches and you’re surprised by how perceptive he was being.

“I know it sounds too… entitled? I don't know but I hoped you would understand how hurt and frustrated I felt over seeing my hard work ruined like that. You don't have to… but just if you could really understand and forgive, I’d really appreciate that,” you look him in the eyes as you continue, “But seeing you be so nice is making me feel even more horrible. Why the hell are you being so nice?”

You can see him bite the inside of his cheek in contemplation, “Can I be honest?”

“Sure.”

“You promise not to come for my neck this time?” he laughs. You simply blink at him, not knowing what he was leading up to.

“Okay… ummm– I kinda can't get over the guilt that it might’ve been my fault the cat entered the studio? I know I’m just overthinking but it kept on bugging me that maybe if I’d closed the door shut before leaving then it wouldn’t have spoiled your painting? I don’t know why, it’s a strange feeling,” he confesses.

You’re taken aback. 

“It’s not your fault,” you assure him.

“Why?”

“Just… the studio door had a broken lock for the past 2 weeks so anyone entering would have not been able to close it completely anyway,” you try to ease his worries.

“But I should’ve at least tried–”

“Eren,” you cut him off, “don’t feel that way. I'm not angry anymore and I don’t want to blame you. Let’s just call it fate playing a cruel joke at my expense.”

“Well, I guess this was just my effort at not feeling so guilty and showing that I’m sorry,” he takes a sip when he’s done talking.

“Nah, you’re alright Jaeger. Just don’t expect me to paint you by milking this again. Let’s call it even after tonight’s dinner.”

“Oh, you will paint me,” he’s smirking. You raise an eyebrow. 

“You’ll see,” he eggs on. You just stare at the audacity displayed by this man. 

“I’ll be your muse,” he concludes with a self-satisfied look in his eyes.

“That’s not how it works,” you laugh wholeheartedly as you shake your head.

“I can help you decide,” he takes a step closer to you, “a lot of girls on campus will agree that I can be quite charming.”

“Is that so?” you humour him. Cause of course, why wouldn’t this guy hold the power to charm anyone he sets his eyes on? You were not immune to hotness.

“Mmhmm,” he’s smirking cockily as he leans closer to you, beyond the appropriate distance of invading your personal space. His hand extends till he’s caged you in front of the desk. He leans down closer to your eye level and you feel your heartbeat fasten as you stare into his beautiful eyes. And before you know it, he’s pulling away, having grabbed your bag that was behind you on the desk, evoking an internal protest in you. Nonetheless, you don’t let it show as you clear your throat and your eyes follow his hand as he starts walking towards the door with your bag.

“You coming?” he looks back. You nod as you take a quick glance around the room to make sure you’ve packed up everything well. Then you walk out with him, handing him your cup before locking the door. You turn to see him frowning.

“What?” you ask.

“You said the lock was broken,” he looks puzzled.

“They fixed it after the incident. Couldn’t wait for any more assignments to be ruined,” you grin. 

He stares at you a bit longer as if he were debating himself about believing you before concluding, “Okay, I’ll take your word for it.”

Once you’ve handed the keys over to the guard, walking out the campus gate, you ask him to go ahead and make a reservation wherever he wanted to eat and text you the address. He insists on waiting for you outside your home but you adamantly refuse till he concedes.

“Alright, I’ll text you,” he says. 

“Okay, I'll be ready in 10… or 15 minutes tops,” you wave at him curtly before rushing to get to your apartment.

You drop your bag in the living room corner before running to freshen up at the speed of lighting and decide to change into something more date-appropriate. After concluding that you had no clothes with the whole pile lying haphazardly on the bed, you run over to Annie's room.

“Where’s your slip dress?” You peep in.

“Huh?” She blinks, pausing what she had been watching to look up at you.

“The pink one with the tiny flower print thingy,” you try your best to describe it to her.

“uhh– just check the closet.”

It doesn't take long for you to find the cute satin dress since Annie’s closet is a lot more organised than your own. You quickly rush back to your room.

Once you put the dress on, you feel the itch to do your hair and makeup – not too much, not too little, but just enough to do justice to the pretty dress. You feel pretty, albeit a bit tired. But it wasn’t like you were trying to look good for him. Not at all!

No chance, right?

“So… I’ll be back soon but don't wait up, I'll probably go straight to bed,” you're standing in her doorway once again to inform.

“Eren?” Annie questions, once again pausing what she was watching for you, as she eyes you with intrigue.

“How do I look?” you twirl around.

“Careful now, I’ve heard he’s got a bit of a... reputation.”

“Oh no, we were on our way to the court to register our marriage!” You roll your eyes at her.

“Bitch, don't say I didn't warn!”

“Chill, Ann… it's not even like a proper date,” you wave her goodbye, “Bye, see you.”

“Hmm, bye… you look pretty by the way,” she murmurs before resuming her screen.

You giggle at the compliment before making your way down the stairs extra carefully in your heels as the elevator still hadn't been fixed even after the umpteenth complaint. Once you’re out of your apartment complex, you open Eren’s chat, hoping to find the address of the restaurant.

Eren: let me know when u done

You dial his number to save yourself the wait, “Hey, text me the address.”

“Come to the uni gate where you left me. I’ve been here, waiting for you all along,” he sighs.

“Are you ever not dramatic?” you laugh as you start walking towards the campus gate. 

He simply chuckles, “Come quickly.”

“Yup, bye.”

It’s a 10 minute walk but the skip in your step and the sudden unchecked excitement in your heart makes you cover the distance in record time. Yet you remember to slow down just as you get closer to where he is, suddenly aware of not wanting to seem too eager. He’s leaning against a car but stands up straight when he spots you.

He has a cheeky grin on his face as you get closer and he takes a clearer look at you, “Wow, last time it was your painting that took my breath away and this time it’s you.”

You blush hard. How can you not? But more importantly, you’re surprised at how brazen he can act, yet it feels like second nature to him.

“Well, I can't go out in my dirty studio clothes now, can I?” you tease back.

“Just saying, if I knew… I could’ve dressed better to complement your pretty,” he extends his arm out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. 

Classic.  

“As if!” you laugh, “if there’s one person who knows how handsome he is…” you hold back, feeling a dash of self-awareness mixed with a wondrous thrill.

By the look on his face, you can tell Eren wants to drag this more but he decides otherwise, “Shall we?”

“Okay, what’s the address? I’ll call Uber,” you unlock your phone, waiting for his answer, only to realise he had turned around to open the car door for you.

“Oh, okay,” you smile sheepishly as you lock your phone once again before getting in the car. He closes the door to your side before quickly walking over to the driver’s side. 

“Hi,” he smiles again once he’s seated.

“Hi,” you chuckle, “is this your car?”

He nods and you give him a side-eye. Now, you didn’t know much about cars but this one felt like money.

“And you ask a broke college student to pay for dinner?” you tease.

“The broke college student choked me in fron–”

“Why does everybody keep saying that!” you hide your face with your palms in embarrassment. He laughs heartily.

“I’m serious, I did not choke you, Eren,” you pout as you rest your hands in your lap, fingers fidgeting out of habit, “Well… still, I guess… I’m really sorry.”

“Hey, no. Forget about it. I’m just teasing,” he says softly as he places a hand over yours to stop you from trying to scratch away at your nails. You look up at him and your eyes meet. Before you know it, he’s leaning towards you, and you feel your heart skip a beat once again. 

There he goes again invading your personal space, but you’re a hypocrite for sure because you find yourself craving it even more. His hand reaches over to secure your seatbelt quickly and before your brain has a chance to register his actions, he’s pulling away till he’s back in his seat, as if it's no big deal, securing his own seatbelt before starting the car.

You sit in silence. You know these actions are all just certified tricks from the fuckboy playbook. You’re not unfamiliar with this kind of flattery and games, so why do you feel this rush hacking your brain? Can you simply dismiss it as the Eren Jaeger effect?

About 5 minutes into the ride, you realise you still don’t know where you’re going. You look out the window to figure out whether you know this route.

“Sato's Kitchen,” Eren replies to the question you hadn’t asked, “Levi's suggestion.”

“I'm afraid I don't know either of those,” you confess, laughing awkwardly.

“The former is a popular new restaurant, the latter is the one person whose food recommendations I take seriously,” Eren's eyes are fixed on the road but yours sneak glances of his face.

You simply nod, silently enjoying to the music that was turned down so low that it'd be barely audible had there been a conversation taking place at that moment. 

About 10 more minutes pass by before the car comes to a halt down a narrow road where other cars are parked.

“Oh, it's not that far from uni,” you comment as you unbuckle your seatbelt. Eren hums, gathering his phone and keys as you step out. The cold air hits your skin and you feel a chill run down your spine, rubbing your upper arms on instinct.

Eren must’ve noticed this because he walks up behind you to place his denim jacket over your shoulders. You turn to look at him in surprise.

Is it too soon to tell or is this a real date afterall?

You hold the jacket in place and blush as you look at him, “Thank you Eren.”

He presses a palm over the arch of your back to guide you and you walk with him to the restaurant. Once inside, Eren checks his reservation and the hostess shows you to your cute little table in a corner with two chairs.

The restaurant has a cosy atmosphere with dimmed lights and a live band playing soft jazz music on a platform in one corner. This romantic setting makes your stomach do somersaults, making you believe that maybe, just maybe, it’s a real date.

“This place is so pretty,” you note as you sit in your chair, observing the tall windows looking out onto the bustling street.

“Right? Levi had high praises but I was waiting for the right occasion,” Eren replies as he settles down on the opposite chair.

“Right occasion?” you squint your eyes at him, prepared for him to tease you about the incident once again.

“It’s not everyday you get to take out a pretty girl who choked you.”

“I knew it!” you squeal and laugh.

“Kew what? That you’re pretty?” he’s trying hard, and failing, to control his grin and act clueless.

“No… that you’d bring up me choking you!” you accuse him as you shake your head.

“So you admit you choked me?” he’s biting the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from laughing. You can’t help but blush and you’re grinning so hard that your jaw might hurt soon.

“Anyway…” you’re quick to bring the menu up till it’s covering your face, blocking his view.

“Hey, no, you can’t do that,” he laughs as he tries to lower the menu card but your grip is strong. His fingers wrap around your wrist next, “Okay, okay, I promise I’ll stop now.” 

You keep the menu card down as you look at him, trying to hold back from showing your pearly whites a bit too much.

Why the hell are you acting as if it’s a school-time crush!

You’re glad the server is here to your rescue when he walks over to ask if you’re ready to order.

“What would you like?” you ask Eren.

“I’ve heard the tonkatsu ramen is good,” Eren tells you before smiling at the server, “I’ll have that, thanks.”

Both men look at you waiting for you to order but you hadn’t read a single word off the menu yet. 

“Sorry, just a second,” you quickly glance through the page as you pout in thought before giving up, “Do you have any popular dish with tofu?”

“Sure,” the server smiles at you, his cute dimples showing, “we have silken tofu steak. It’s the perfect mix of soft and crispy with the chef's special curry. I’d personally recommend pairing it with blue rice.”

“That sounds delicious!” you nod.

“Is that all for now?” he asks.

You look at eren and he nods, “Yes, that’s all.”

The server bows slightly before walking away.

“You know you just had stars in your eyes when you were looking at that guy,” Eren teases.

“I like looking at pretty people… and painting them,” you decide not to shy away this time.

“Then you should be doing that to me!” he fake gasps.

“Debatable.”

“Ouch,” he tilts his head as if to figure out what to say next, “I was under the impression that everyone in your class wanted to draw me.”

“Whatever gave you that impression, Eren?”

“Your friend… the one who’s always with you– she told me that you wanted to paint me!” 

“Minseo?” you gasp, “well, ummm… you have a pretty face, so I had considered it but now–”

“This is hilarious,” he cuts in, laughing as he takes your hand in his, “I just lied out of my ass and you fell for it… I'm sorry, the way you just confessed is so cute.”

Your jaw drops slightly as you pull your hand away from his, “you’re mean!”

“Sorry,” he laughs. You roll your eyes and smile at him as you wait for his laughter to die down. He leans forward till his elbow is propped up on the table, resting his face against his palm. Your eyes meet. This feels nice. Like an almost real date.

“So…” you begin to fill the gap and make an effort to know him better, “why MBA?”

“I like money,” he smiles without giving it a second thought.

“Of course,” you chuckle, “I could tell based on your car.”

“Oh, well,” he laughs. You shrug, waiting for him to continue so he does, “All that is new money, my family wasn’t really rich growing up but I guess we’ve gotten kinda lucky in recent years. Seeing my mum dad struggle… I knew I had to give them a comfortable life, you know what I mean? So, I just want to earn till they never have to work a day ever again.”

You nod. You’re about to ask him more questions but he doesn’t let you.

“What about you?” 

“What about me?”

“Why art?”

“Must be the easiest way to go broke, right?” you crinkle your nose at your own joke.

“Not if the artist is as good as you,” he compliments. 

You blush, “It’s just that… art makes life beautiful. Not just the artists but those who consume it as well. I don’t know, ever since I’ve known how to hold a pencil, I could draw. My parents recognized that I was somewhat of a prodigy and always encouraged me. They never forced me to choose a more realistic path and so I hope I get to earn a shit load of money from my art and make them proud… sorry, just– yeah, I don’t know, that’s all.”

You smile sheepishly, worrying if you’d said too much unnecessarily. 

“Well I can assure you that they’re already proud of you,” he smiles, “I mean it. I’ve never been much into art and stuff. I always thought famous painters like Picasso were really… you know… shit.”

You laugh, “Well then? Even if it's a feeling of disgust… you still felt something, right? You don't like every song you ever listen to but it's still a song! It’s all subjective… But, yeah, I agree, Picasso is shit.”

He’s listening intently before bursting into laughter and you can tell it’s genuine, “You gotta stop making me laugh, my jaw hurts.”

You grin. There’s silence for a brief moment.

“I really liked your painting though. It was just so captivating. Never felt that before… Even though I was annoyed at first, I still felt sad to see it destroyed like that,” he confesses.

The conversation comes to a halt when your server sets your dishes on the table, bowing curtly once again before leaving. You almost drool when you see the food in front of you. Without waiting for any courtesies, you both dig in. 

“Holy shit!” is the first word out of Eren’s mouth, still chewing the huge bite he’d taken.

“This is so good,” you sigh in satisfaction.

“Yeah?” Eren asks. You nod, biting into yet another massive piece of tofu that almost melts in your mouth.

You look up when Eren calls out your name, “I know we’ve only just met but… can I have a taste?”

You chuckle as you push your dish towards him, “Sure.”

He takes a generous piece of tofu with rice, shoving the spoon in his mouth and relishing in the taste of it. Here’s the thing with pretty people, even when they’re doing unflattering shit, they’ll still manage to look gorgeous without even trying.

While you’re lost in the view in front of you, he’s raising his spoon up towards you with some meat pieces and ramen broth on it, “Try this.”

“Oh, okay,” you smile awkwardly as you try to take the spoon from his hand, but before you have a chance to do that, he brings it up to your lips to feed you. 

So much for not being a real date.

The rest of your dinner is spent talking about random things and by the time you finish dessert, the conversation flows in such a way that you don’t realise you’d been there for more than an hour already. It’s only when a yawn escapes your lips that Eren notices just how tired your eyes look.

“Sleepy?”

“No,” you yawn again.

“Yeah, right,” he chuckles, “Wanna leave?”

You think it over before nodding and call for the bill, taking your card out of your purse. Eren places a hand over yours to stop you.

“What?” 

“I'm not letting a lady pay, let alone on a first date!” he scoffs.

You laugh, “The reason we’re here is cause this is an apology meal!”

“You’re forgiven so just forget about it, I can’t let you pay,” Eren insists.

“I have an idea,” you grin, already feeling proud of it. You open your phone to google ‘coin flip generator’ and place it in front of him.

“A coin toss?” he stares at you in disbelief, “You’re ridiculous.”

“Well?” you wait for his answer.

After thinking it over in his head, he concedes, “Okay fine, but I’m gonna do it… Heads or tails?”

“Tails.”

Eren presses on the icon. It’s Tails. You cheer at your victory and when the same server comes, you pay for the meal and thank him before leaving.

“Well, that decides it. I'll pay next time,” Eren says as he opens the car door for you.

Next time. 

His words echo in your mind but you don’t let it show on your face. Instead you flirt back as you trace your fingers over his hand that's resting on the door frame, “And ditch your car next time. I wanted to drink with you.”

“Or… we could just drink at home,” his fingertips lazily play with yours and you feel that giddy feeling in your stomach rise again. 

“I may or may not have some beer in the fridge,” you bite your bottom lip lightly.

“Sounds like a plan,” he smirks in that cocky, attractive manner again.

“Let’s go,” you pull your hand out of his grasp as you settle down in your seat. Eren closes the door gently before making his way onto the driver’s side. You take off his jacket and place it on your lap, no longer feeling the need for it.

Eren starts driving and after having chatted so much, it suddenly feels like you have nothing to talk about. You stare out at the road that’s still just as busy as it was about 2 hours ago. You don’t remember when you fell asleep but when you’re woken up by a gentle tap on your shoulder, it almost startles you.

“Sorry, I don’t know the way to your apartment,” Eren’s almost whispering.

“What,” you look outside to see the campus gate, “umm… sorry, I don’t know when I feel asleep.”

“It’s okay,” Eren chuckles softly, “Just give me the directions.”

And so you help him navigate till you reach the parking lot of your apartment.

“Still up for that beer?” you ask him, still resting your head against the comfortable seat with no intention of getting out of the car.

“You sure?” he asks, tucking yet another strand of hair behind your ear, letting his hand linger there for a beat. His gaze is flickering between your eyes and lips, palm resting against your cheek softly. When it feels too serious, you nod as you sit up straight, breaking the moment you were sharing.

“Oh, and the elevator’s broken,” you giggle as you get out of the car and he follows behind.

As you climb up four floors, Eren jokes, “You know, now I’m really thirsty… makin’ me work for that beer.”

“It’ll taste better when you earn it,” you laugh as you look up at him taking big strides to climb faster, “Try doing it in heels!”

“Maybe I should be a gentleman and carry you up the stairs,” he walks back down till his hand reaches to your waist. 

“No way!” You swat his arm away instantly, pointing at the apartment visible up the flight of stairs, “besides, we’re here.”

He sighs before turning around to walk towards your apartment door. When you unlock it and let him in, he laughs to himself. You turn back at this to see that it’s because he’s observing the state of your apartment. You had turned the living room into your own little work studio, complete and messy with your easel and canvases in the left corner and Annie’s pottery wheel and other equipment to the right.

As your eyes follow his line of sight, you feel the need to explain, “Well, this is the most well-ventilated space in the house, so…”

“Oh no, I’m not judging,” he smiles.

“Well,” you smile back awkwardly, “Beer?”

Before he can answer, his phone rings. “Sorry, gimme a sec,” he mumbles before walking out the front door to take his call in the corridor.

You couldn’t care less who he’s talking to. But you’re curious to know who’s calling him at almost midnight. It’s an itch you gotta scratch without seeming too obvious so you decide to walk to the shoe rack that’s just next to the door frame in order to hear better. His back is turned to you.

“Not at all, do I sound like I’m complaining,” he’s definitely flirting. You crouch slightly to take off your heels ever so slowly, taking your sweet time. He chuckles and even these tiny sounds he makes seem flirty. You roll your eyes at how obvious it is.

“Well… if you’re asking so nicely, I might think about it,” he coos. “Right now?... Mmhm, I’d love to come.”

You want to gag. You quickly walk back inside cause you’ve heard enough. Oh, how you hate being right sometimes. You walk towards the charging socket in the corner to plug in your phone just to busy yourself and not wait for him awkwardly before dropping your purse onto the coffee table. 

“Hi, sorry, I—”

“Gotta leave?” you cut him off.

“I’ll see you around, yeah?” he asks, and you wonder if you’re being delusional when you think his voice holds some sincerity still.

“Sure… Night,” you walk to the door, fingers already lingering on the handle. It’s enough of a sign for him to leave without further delay.

“Good night,” he mumbles before turning around to leave. You’re quick to close the door shut and your actions surprise you as well.

1. Well, at least now it’s clear it wasn’t a real date. 

2. What were you even expecting?

3. Despite having expected this somewhere deep down, it still sucks.

You sigh as you quickly go to your room to change out of your clothes and wrap up your bed routine, the fatigue of the day getting to you with each passing minute. The bed looked real comfy tonight. When you’re drinking water in the kitchen, you hear a creaking sound and look up to see Annie walking over to you, “I heard a voice… Was Eren here?”

“Yeah…” you say and she waits for you to continue, “nothing important really. Go to bed.”

She simply nods drowsily before going back to her room. You turn the lights off and head to your room. You’re about to place your phone on your nightstand when it buzzes.

Eren: had a fun time tonight. wish i could stay :( 

“Then you should’ve? The fuck?” you mumble with a frown. The audacity! You sigh in exhaustion when you realise it’s bothering you more than it should’ve.

Eren: good night. sleep well, you must be tired.

Yeah tired of your bullshit. 

You wanna leave him on read but you don’t wanna make it seem as if it affected you either.

You: Ditto. You too havr a good night!

That should sound convincing. You hadn’t noticed your typo till after you sent the text but you don’t bother correcting it. What’s the point, really. You turn on DND before tossing your phone on the table. Boys can wait, sleep’s more important.

~fin~

Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

[poorly-written-fiction]

replay (logan howlett x oc) chapter 3 - teenage dream

A/N: hello everyone! chapter 3 is here! this one is obviously inspired by katy perry's "teenage dream" which i started associating with hugh jackman after that one video he did lipsyncing to the song. concept made me giggle. this was actually the very first thing i wrote about logan and inez together, and from there, inez became a character of her own! i hope you all enjoy.

Summary: Kate invites Inez to some "girl time".

word count: 1600

tags: canon x oc, logan howlett x oc, mutant! oc, slow burn, enemies/rivals to lovers, some swearing, inez is "white girl dancing" and logan has A Reaction™, spelling and grammar errors because i didn't proofread too hard, okay bye i hope you enjoy

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In the weeks that followed, Inez hadn’t gone to help Logan like she usually would have for his classes in the mornings. As much as she felt guilty for what she said, there was a small part of her that felt spiteful. Despite her anger, she couldn’t escape her helpful and loyal nature. As much as she wanted to jam her claws and teeth into Logan every time he looked at her, there was a small part of her that only felt satisfied by helping him. Maybe it was her pride, knowing that there was something she was good at that he was terrible at. Maybe it was the fact that she was always a team player. She didn’t know, and she didn’t care as long as it kept him from trying to talk to her.

It was early one Monday morning when she had passed by his classroom. He wasn’t there, of course he wouldn’t be there until then minutes before class started. Inez rolled her eyes, and placed a hand on the door. “If the door is unlocked, I’ll just get everything plugged in and turned on so he won’t try to ask me for help. If I can’t get in, then he’s shit out of luck,” she thought bitterly. She took the door’s handle into her hand, and pushed. The door swished open quietly. Inez felt like an inexperienced criminal who hadn’t done anything wrong yet, but it was too late to turn back now. She worked as fast as she could, not wanting anyone to find out what she was doing. It was now her dirty secret. She left almost as quickly as she came in, and she slipped away before anyone knew she had been there.

At 7:45, Logan walked into his classroom, finding already been set up for him. He paused for a moment, trying to think back to last Friday. Had he completely forgotten to shut everything down? He walked over to his desk, checking through his files, making sure nothing had been disturbed. No signs of life anywhere, He took a deep breath, and as he sighed, the realization hit him. He could smell the very faint scent of Inez. He called out to her, but she wasn’t in the room. He shook his head, thinking passively about how kind she had been to help him. There was a slight pang of guilt that hit him, he wasn’t blind to the fact that he had upset her. He sipped his coffee and brushed it off, deciding that dwelling on it wasn’t going to help anything.

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The rest of the week went by quickly and uneventfully. It was one of those rare times of peace and quiet around X Mansion. The world itself was more peaceful than usual, so everyone was able to collectively sigh with relief. It felt like there was no weight of priorities or hell breaking loose in the world. The students were all in relatively good spirits as well, which made work easy for the professors. On Friday evening, Inez found herself sitting at the kitchen counter, organizing some spare electronic pieces she had kept on hand from a few of the previous projects she had worked on. She didn’t want to hold onto any parts if they didn’t work. 

“Hey Wolfy, how’s the project going?” Kate leaned in the doorway, smiling. Inez had been so deep in her thoughts, she didn’t hear Kate in the area. 

“I mean, it’s just a bunch of scraps. I’m mostly checking to make sure I didn’t keep them for no reason.” Inez collected the loose pieces and put them in a small box she kept handy for spare parts.

Kate walked over and sat next to Inez, “Well, if you’re not busy, I was wondering if you’d like to do something. It’s a Friday night, everyone else is either busy or sleeping, and I thought it’d be fun to have some ‘girl time’?”

“It sounds like you already have a plan in mind?” Inez eyed her friend with faux suspicion. Kitty never had bad ideas, just questionable ideas.

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Several hours - and several alcoholic drinks later - the two girls were laughing, dancing, and “living their best lives” as they say. The mansion was still aside from the alcohol-induced joy the girls were radiating. They decided to make the living room their makeshift nightclub. Alcohol wasn’t allowed on the premises, but Kate had learned a thing or two about hiding some cans of seltzer. They mixed the alcohol with some juice to make it go down easier, and before too long, they were having a wonderful time together. The girls had enough wherewithal not to do anything stupid, except maybe play their music a little louder than what was preferred. Thankfully, the mansion was almost empty, which meant no one was really around to scold them.

Except maybe one person.

Logan’s senses were under attack from the girls’ shenanigans. The sound of the music and the smell of the alcohol were the most prominent. He had come downstairs to grab a beer he had hidden himself, and saw the girls dancing and having a great time. Part of him was warmed to see them so happy, and another part of him was annoyed, because of how loud the music was. He decided not to disturb them, and slipped into the kitchen without catching their attention. The Wolverine wasn’t exactly known for liking girly pop music, but he tried to ignore it as much as he could as he drank his beer in the kitchen. He couldn’t lie, it did make him smile to see Kate having fun with friends, even if he and Inez didn’t get along at the best of times. She was just a little too much like him, but in this moment he saw a side of her that she hadn’t shown very much. She actually seemed like fun in this state. The twinge of guilt hit him again.

Maybe things could be different.

Before he could get too lost in his thoughts, the girls were giggling excitedly, “Oh my god, I love this song!” The song playing was “Teenage Dream” by Katy Perry, which in truth wasn’t either of the girls' favorite song, but they knew the words and it was catchy enough that they were having a good time.

“You make me

Feel like I'm livin' a teenage dream

The way you turn me on, I can't sleep

Let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back”

Inez swung her hips to the beat of the song, rolling her shoulders and tossing her hair around. In this moment she was the definition of “dance like no one is watching”. Except Logan had been watching, but she hadn’t noticed him yet, so she had no reason to feel embarrassed. Kate could now see Logan in the kitchen, sipping his beer and smiling at them. She smiled back, but didn’t pay him too much attention, continuing to dance with her friend.

“I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight

Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight”

Inez ran her hands from her chest down to her legs, still swaying and rocking with the beat. Something about that suddenly made Logan inhale sharply, mid-sip, sending him into a coughing fit. Inez whipped around quickly, suddenly feeling very sober, and very mortified. Kate, who had noticed Logan, started laughing. She didn’t know whose reaction was better - Inez's or Logan’s.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you I-” Logan was at a loss for words, still trying to clear his airways from the alcohol.

Inez yelled, “How long have you been watching us?!” Her body was hot - she was already warm from the alcohol and the dancing, but now she felt like her body was on fire. She was embarrassed. She barely let anyone see her with her guard down, especially not Logan. She wanted to be her toughest self around him. She didn’t even let him answer before she left the room, leaving quickly to get out of the situation she was now in. She was already up the stairs, heading to her room before Logan could follow her.

“You might want to give her a second,” Kate suggested, a smile still on her face. “It might actually be better if I go talk to her.”

Upstairs, Inez was in the bathroom splashing water on her face, trying to cool down. She was definitely sober now, and kept reliving and replaying the moment in her head. She genuinely wondered how long Logan had been watching. What was he thinking? She didn’t want to think about it for too long. She walked out of the bathroom and straight to her room, silently hoping there was still enough alcohol in her system that maybe she would still forget the events by morning.

Logan wasn’t any better. He couldn’t stop asking himself why he had reacted like that. She wasn’t anyone special to him, she was just Inez, the stupid little pup who would mouth off to him, or side-eye him every chance she got. But in that moment, she was something. She was always fearless and carried herself with a lot of confidence, but when she was dancing in the living room, she was entirely herself. She was radiant. Logan couldn’t think straight for the rest of the night, and questioned himself at every chance he got. It kept him awake for a long while before he could shake the feeling enough to get some sleep.

[jungwonie-bae]

*ੈ✩.a love story between us . ♪。·

Sunghoon x fem!reader , reader is working in high school, reader is referred as she

genre- fluff, love at first sight trope, strangers to lovers

word count- 4.1k 【4,113 words】

warnings- (this is not really a warning, but the season is winter) I’m so sorry, but more grammatical errors 😭 mentions of le sserafim’s yunjin , kissing, bold sunghoon, jealousy? , a little blood, cuddling? And not proofread‼️ And this is just a random ass fic sorry… and it doesn’t relate a lot to the first part, it’s just how they fall in love. Lots of grammar errors, I didn’t care to check over sorry。this was so rushed 😣

a/n- this is finally done!!! I’ve been so busy since school has started 😢 and sorry for the short chapters.. you can imagine the rest yourselves 😘

oh- and the title used to be “my coffee boy” but it’s not related to coffee in any way so I changed it.

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7:02 am.

Today was the weekend, and the cafe was quiet. You’ve already cleaned and wiped all the tables, and started the coffee machines. Today was going to be another busy day. The cafe always opens at 7:30 sharp, so you had enough time to grab the new stack of cups, and get the register ready.

your only coworker, beomgyu, always came a bit late, but got to work right away. The bell rings as he walks in, and the two of you greet one another.

As you put on your apron, you scroll on your phone to play a calming playlist on Spotify. Beomgyu puts his apron on, and opens the window for the early morning breeze to flow through.

As the bell chimes, your boss walks in. He greets the both of you, and walks into his office. You run to the door, and turn the sign, the red ink “closed” written, was now turned into “open.”

You then go back into your place as the cashier. A few minutes later, your regular customers come in.

they are quick to go, ordering and paying quickly as well.

A bit later, a group of 3 guys walk in, chatting with one another happily. While they are ordering drinks, you feel someone’s gaze as you get their orders down. You look up, and- you feel like you’ve just seen the prettiest person in your life. Time seems to slow down.

you stare at him for a few seconds, before snapping out of it to tell beomgyu their orders. Turning back to them, (the person who is ordering for the group,) you almost forgot their name.

“and what’s your name?” You ask politely.

“sunghoon, s-u-n-g-h-o-o-n,” he says, the last part of the sentence a bit mumbled. You nod, and type his name down to print onto the sticker on the cup.

you smile at him, “your order is going to be ready in a few minutes. Is this a to go, or are you staying in?”

he looks over at his friends, and they all say their staying. You nod, and they go sit down. You smile to yourself, and hurriedly make their drinks. You put a little extra love into sunghoon’s, and cap it.

beomgyu finishes the other half of the drinks. “Order for sunghoon!” You shout. He comes up to you, and grabs the drinks quickly. While he brings it over to his table, his friends tease him about something. He smiles at their antics.

Heeseung whispers, “someone has a little crush. Let’s come back here tomorrow~” Jake nods at him, and grins. Sunghoon doesn’t notice the two.

meanwhile, you were busy hoping he will come back.

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The next day, you see the familiar face once again. But today, he was alone. The name you learned from him yesterday, sunghoon, was pretty awkward trying to order his drink.

you can see he is shy, because he’s hiding his face into his scarf. Cute, you think. His order is a to-go, much to your disappointment. You make his drink as you and beomgyu switch places, now beomgyu being the cashier.

you call out sunghoons name, but this time, you write your number onto his cup. You draw a little smiley face next to your digits, and smile to yourself. I hope he texts me, you smile.

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as sunghoon grabs his cup, he smiles at you, but stops in his tracks on his way out. She wrote her number. Wait.. she wrote her number!?! He stops himself from squealing since he was already grinning like an idiot. He was definitely going to text you later.

He hurried home to his dorm, and immediately told his friends. “See, I knew she was into you!” Jake playfully punched sunghoons arm, while wrapping his other around his shoulders.

sunghoon grins, but his smile drops soon after. “But.. how do I start the conversation..? I don’t have any experience in this..”

Jake slowly turns his head and looks at the sulking male beside him. “Are you for real..?” Sunghoon nods. “Dude! You’re an absolute loser for this! How have you not had any girlfriends with that face of yours?!?”

Sunghoon doesn’t know what to do. Will jake help him?

Sunghoon paces as jakes eyes follow him around. “I want to talk to her so bad, but I don’t know how to start a conversation. This might even be my first relationship!”

Jake rolls his eyes at sunghoon’s statement. He takes sunghoon’s cellphone and typed out your number. Sunghoon looks over at the bright screen.

Jake was texting you for him. “Are you sure about this..?” Sunghoon questions. Jake nods, eyes still glued to the little screen. “I’ve done this multiple times anyway. It works on every chick I’ve gotten.” Jake smirks.

Sunghoon decides to trust his best friend on this one, and hoping for the best. He thought you were really cute, and wanted to have something more with you. He wondered if you would ever feel the same.

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Later, Jake shows sunghoon the texts. Jake started the conversation lightly, and you responded maybe 3-5 minutes later. He had asked when your shift was over, so you and sunghoon could meet up.

sunghoon was more than excited when you made a plan on his free day and a suitable time. He stressed on what to wear. It was a dinner date- not just a dinner- but a dinner in a fancy restaurant.

What if he underdressed? What if he made a wrong impression on you? What if he would scare you away? He’s only seen you about 8-10 times, yet he’s so worried.

you on the other hand, is just as worried as him. You had been to the restaurant and you had made the reservation, but you still didn’t know what to wear.

The hang out- date- was in 2 days. You video call your best friend, yunjin.

“I’m going on a date in 2 days with this really pretty boy and I don’t know what to wea-”

“okay, okay, slow down. I just picked up!” Yunjin exclaims. You sigh.

“In 2 days, im going on a date with a guy I really like. I have no idea what to wear.”

Yunjin nods. “I’ll be coming over in just a minute. Hold on.” She then hangs up on you. You were so nervous.

a few minutes later, knocking is heard from your front door. You run towards the sound and open the door. Yunjin lets herself in, and goes straight to your room. She rummages through your closet a little before huffing, and turning to you. You didn’t notice the big bag she had brung with her.

“We’ll have to try on a few different things.” Yunjin sighs. She unzips her bag, and pulls out a few pieces of clothing. She then lays them out on your bed for you to see, but one had already caught your eye.

It was a black long- sleeved square neck dress, and it was perfect for the occasion. “Can I try this one on?” You asked yunjin, while pointing your index finger to your desired article of clothing. She nods, “of course! Take your time. No rush girl.” She smiles supportingly. “Call me in if you need help.” She says.

you nod, and walk to the bathroom in your room. After you put the dress on, you look at yourself in the bathroom mirror. The dress hugs your body perfectly, at the right parts. You feel amazing, and pretty.

as you walk out of the bathroom, Yunjin cheers you on. “Oh my gosh. You look absolutely stunning. You’re definitely wearing this.” You blush at her compliments, and thank her.

“this is my first date… I don’t know how to make a good impression…” you sulk at your sudden realization, with your head down, almost like when a puppy is wronged.

“ don’t worry girl, I’ve got your back. Let’s practice being confident, okay?” She reassures you. You look up at her and nod. Yunjin was always trusted in these type of things. That’s why she had so many friends.

—

you and sunghoon have been texting non stop since you had given him your number. Sunghoon told you that his friend Jake had started the conversation because he was scared, and you laughed at that.

Every day, day through night, you both texted each other. You were both around the same ages, and had very common interests with each other. Almost like soulmates.

tomorrow was the date, and you both had planned everything out. You hoped it went exactly like planned, or else you would be doomed. It would’ve been really awkward if you had nothing to talk about.

you hung the dress up by your closet, and went to sleep- not before texting sunghoon goodnight, and a see you tomorrow! 🤍

you close your eyes and drifts off the dreamland. The exciting day awaits before you.

—date day—

You woke up to your loud alarm ringing. You quickly turn it off and slowly open you eyes, your surroundings filling you. You get out of bed and stretch, and then go get ready. You smile giddily, remembering the events that would happen today.

As you put moisturizer on, you receive a notification. You grab your phone quickly, opening the app the notification came from. It was a text from sunghoon.

sunghoon: I’m excited for today ;)

sunghoon: I can’t wait to see you

you: 😊😊😊

you: me tooo

you blush at his texts and squeal. You get butterflies in your stomach.

The date is toward nighttime, so you have a lot of time to get ready. You put on your outfit, and do your makeup.

He was the one who had insisted on meeting up, so you grab your things and head out the door.

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once you make it to the restaurant, he hasn’t arrived yet. So you wait at the front.

soon, a sleek black car pulls into the parking lot, and out comes the infamous sunghoon. You inaudibly gasp. He was dress in all black and his hair was done. Heat crawls up your face.

you pretend to be busy on your phone, so it wouldn’t seem as if you’ve been staring at him this whole time. His eyes search for you, and once they find you, he smiles. His eyes crinkle up and his dimple shows. He barely knows you, yet he’s smiling so big every time he sees you.

He walks over to you slowly. You look up from your phone, and smile at him. He stares at you intently. You rip your gaze away from him first.

you are so pretty today that he really couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“hi,” he starts awkwardly. You nod your head and reciprocate his words.

“should we head inside now?” You ask. He snaps out of his daze, and goes in after you.

at the table, you start the conversation. It’s a bit awkward at first, but the two of you warm up to one another quickly. He talks about his hobbies, you talk about yours. But what you found most interesting, was that he was a ice skater. People had called him “the ice prince.”

it matched him so well, based on his personality and face. You listen to every word he said, because his voice was so addicting. You could listen to it forever.

time went by so fast, that’s it was already nighttime. You both had finished eating, and sunghoon paid for the bill. You insisted on paying or maybe splitting the bill, but he denied all of your requests.

The two you you decide to go on a late night walk together to spend more quality time. He held your hand, and even gave you his jacket to wear. He didn’t know where this boldness came from, but he just went along with it. You were so flustered with his actions.

he talked about literally everything to keep the conversation going. You talked about how life is stressful, to exciting, to all sorts of emotions.

when you arrived at a park, he sat you down. He crouched down in front you and took off your heels, then took off his shoes. “It must hurt, right?” He said softly. He looked up at you so enchantingly, that you almost got lost in his eyes.

You nod. Your lips fail to hide the smile that was trying to burst through. Sunghoon smiles too. “thanks hoon.” He blushes at the nickname, and picks up your shoes. He hold your hand again. A comfortable silence fills the air.

“I’ll walk you home.” The male next to you says. You smile at him and nod your head. The night passes so fast, you were pretty much disappointed.

he stands in front of you at your porch and holds both your hands in his. “Today was fun for me.” He confesses.

“ me too.” You agree. “Can we do this again?” He asks. He swings your arms side by side. Another date?

“of course! Just tell me when.” You smile politely at him. Silence fills the air once again. You make eye contact with him. Very slowly, you see him leaning in.

once he’s at a nose to nose length, he mumbles a small, may I? You nod almost immediately, and his lips crash onto yours. your lips mold so perfectly with his that he feels like he’s dreaming. You wrap your arms around his neck, and his automatically go around your waist. The two of you make out for a few seconds before pulling away for a breath of air.

“you’re my first kiss.” He shyly says. You’re shocked. “what? No way that possible. Me too!” You exclaim.

he smiles at you and kisses you once more. You kiss back quickly. When you pull away again, he pulls you into his embrace. “Thank you for this night.” He mumbles into your neck.

he kisses you one more time before you go into your home; not before returning your shoes. Then he shouts, “ Call me! And I’ll see you tomorrow!”

you blow a kiss at him, and walk inside your home. Tomorrow? What’s happening tomorrow? You’ll just wait and see.

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Sunghoon is a blushing mess. He walks himself back to his car giddily. He’s still smiling on the way home too. He can’t wait to tell his friends.

when he enters his apartment, he shouts for his friends to come over. “So, how did it goo..?” Jake asks. Sunghoon looks over at him slowly. “It was amazing.”

Jake and heeseung high five Sunghoon. “Nice man!” The night is soon filled with laughter and loud talking.

“and then we kissed.” Sunghoon squeals. Heeseung gasps and hit sunghoon. “Dude when did you get the confidence?!?” sunghoon rubs his arm where heeseung had hit him.

“maybe it just comes up when I’m with her.” Sunghoon shrugs. The trio squeals together. “I’m gonna sleep so good tonight.” Sunghoon sighs.

You on the other hand, is calling and telling Yunjin about everything that happened.

“he kissed me! Can you believe that?!?” You exclaim happily. Yunjin gasps. “Girl, you are so lucky.” You nod.

“he said he was gonna see me tomorrow though.”

“he probably has something planned then!” Yunjin exclaims. “That’s so exciting. I’ll help you pick out your outfit. I’ll see you tomorrow too then?”

“yes of course!” You nod. The both of you, you and sunghoon, both ramble about everything that had happened today to your friends.

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The next day, you wake up from an incoming call. You pick up tiredly.

“hello..?” You groggily say. “Oh I’m sorry did I wake you?” A familiar voice speaks.

you sit up immediately and look at the caller id. It was sunghoon. You clear your throat, “oh of course not! I was just doing something.” You lie. You cringe at yourself for waking up so late.

“oh, then can I pick you up later?” He asks out of the blue. You freeze. Is this what he meant by “see you tomorrow?” Oh gosh. You do want to see him again though. “Oh- oh yeah of course. I’ll go get ready then.” You try to sound as neutral as possible, but inside you were screaming.

sunghoon hums, then ends the call first. You hurriedly pick an outfit, brush your teeth, and fix your hair. You pick a pair of baggy jeans, and a cute brown puffer. You run to the kitchen the make toast.

A few minutes later, a knock is heard from your front door. You wipe the excess crumbs off of your mouth and walk slowly to the door. You look through the peep hole- and it’s sunghoon. You smile as you swing the door open.

he pulls you into his embrace and you immediately hug him back. “Hey pretty.” He smirks. You blush and look down. A hand comes to your chin and lifts your head back up.

“aren’t you gonna greet your handsome boyfriend?” He teases. Boyfriend!? Your flustered at the nickname he gave himself. “h-hi sunghoon.” You stutter. Your face is red and you are so so so embarrassed. “Come on, let’s go.” Sunghoon says. He knows that you were flustered by him, and he smiles to himself.

“Where are we going today?” You ask. Sunghoon smiles. “You’ll see when we get there. It’s a surprise.”

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“an ice rink?!?” You exclaim. You look at sunghoon excitedly. “Yeah, you seemed most interested in the topic of ice skating when we were talking yesterday.” You nod.

“you sure are an observant person.” You mumble. Sunghoon leads you the the skates after paying to go in. You choose your sizes, and sit down on the benches.

“here, let me help you.” Sunghoon crouches down in front of you, and ties your laces. Heat crawls up your face once again. Sunghoon looks up at you and steals a quick peck.

“hey! I wasn’t ready for that!” You whine, slapping his arm playfully. He smirks down at you.

you both walk into the rink and then you suddenly confess, “I’m not good at ice skating.” Sunghoon smiles at you, “good. Then I’ll teach you.”

he hold your hands and starts off slowly, while you wobble about trying to keep your balance. You apologize for gripping his arms so tight.

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later on, you had gotten the hang of gliding around. But when you were trying to catch up to sunghoon, someone had bumped into you. You fall of your butt, and you hiss in pain. You look up at the person who had bumped into you.

“oh my gosh, are you okay? I’m so sorry, I wasnt controlling my speed.” A rather handsome man says. “Im fine, don’t worry about it.” You smile.

sunghoon grit his teeth and skates over to you. He helps you up and asks worriedly, “ are you hurt anywhere?!?” And you just respond with “I’m okay”s and “I’m fine”s. Sunghoon glares at the male that had bumped into you. He was still standing there, feeling guilty of his mistake. Once he saw sunghoons glare, he quickly skated away.

Sunghoon turns back to you and looks you up and down for any cuts or bruises. until he looks at your hand. There’s a cut there with a drop of blood streaming down. His eye widen, and he quickly pulls you out of the rink.

he grabs his bag and grabs his first aid kit. You find him so cute that he was worried over a small cut that you didn’t even notice at all. You giggle to yourself at his actions. He looks up from your now bandaged finger with furrowed eyebrows, confused.

“why are you laughing?” He mumbles. “Your just so cute.” You giggle once again. Sunghoon smiles at that, and kisses your injured finger. “Now it’s all better.” He smiles.

“thank you hoon.” He blushed at the nickname you gave him once again. You peck his cheek in thanks. Now the both of you are blushing messes.

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you invite sunghoon over to your house for dinner. He gives you little kisses every now and then while you cook, and back hugs you. You’re very grateful to finally have a boyfriend.

Once the food is ready, sunghoon helps set up the table. He pulls out your chair for you, and you sit down. He smiles at you from across the table.

after your dinner, he insists on washing the dishes. The two of you decide to watch a movie after, to spend more time together.

The night is filled with small talks and giggles from one another.

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the next morning, you wake up with sunghoon next to you. His arms are tightly wrapped around your waist, his legs tangled with yours, and you are face to face with him. You inaudibly gasp, remembering the events prior.

he had taken a shower at your place, and slept over. He had borrowed a few of your oversized things that you didn’t wear at all. You think, nothing sexual had happened. You turn your head back to sunghoons, and take this chance to admire his sleeping features.

His eyes suddenly flutter open, and once he takes notes of his surroundings, he smiles. He stares back at you. “What are you looking at?” He groggily says. You giggle and hide your face into his neck.

“I gotta head to the grocery shop soon.” You mumble into his ear. He hums. “Then I’ll come with you.” you nod at his answer and then try to pry his arms off of your waist. He only hugs you tighter. “Just 5 more minutes?” He asks. You can’t say no to his cute doe eyes and his little pout.

5 minutes turns into 10, then turns into 25. You groan, and finally push his warm body off of you. Cool air hits your body, and you shiver. You run to the bathroom to get ready. While putting on an outfit, you process everything that has happened. You giggle to yourself.

you walk back into your room, and kiss sunghoons forehead. “I’ll make breakfast.” You whisper.

Sunghoon smiles to himself, and snuggles into your pillow, whiffing in your soft scent.

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A bit later, sunghoon rises out of your bed. He walks to the kitchen to find you, but you weren’t there. Worried thoughts filled his head, until he heard your voice behind him. “Why are you just standing there? Go brush your teeth.” You slightly scold. He turns around at your voice, and runs up to you.

“I thought something happened to you.” He mumbles, while giving you a big bear hug. You smile to yourself. “Go get changed too, we’re gonna go shopping later.” You pat his back. He lifts his head from your shoulder, gives you a peck. and goes to the bathroom. you grimace at the morning breath, and head into your room to pick some clothes out for him.

Once you both finish eating, you grab your car keys. “Let’s go.” You say. Sunghoon takes hyoid keys from you. “I’m the one driving. You’re my passenger princess.” He winks.

You smile at him, and go out the door.

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At the grocery store, sunghoon follows you around like a lost puppy. The cart screeches to a stop. You turn to face him. “You should go buy something.” You say. He stops in his tracks in front of you. He grumbles, and then falls into your embrace.

you wrap your arms around him to catch him. Was he tired? You pat his back a few times. “Let’s go home soon hmm?” you whisper. You feel him nod in your shoulder. You smile and pull away from him.

“I’ll just need a few things more and we’ll go home.” You hurry to get your items, and check out. Sunghoon chooses a few of his favorite snacks, and you both drive back to your place.

once you come home, you sit onto the couch. Sunghoon folllows your actions, and lies onto your lap. You play with his hair, and he sighs in contentment at your touch.

He soon falls asleep on your lap. You smile, and grab your phone to take a picture. After a few snaps, you go to sleep right after him, laying on the couch arm. He slightly wakes up at your movements, and crawls on top of you to lie on your chest. Your hand goes back up to his hair unconciously.

the two of you float into dreamland. You could not want anything more than this.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

You need to do more Castor your one shot about him was so good!!!

A/n: I've been meaning to do more of Castor! He's literally the reason I started writing these because there's nothing of him and it's honestly criminal, I love him so much. I wrote most of this while feeling like absolute dogshit and did not proofread it so it might suck but smut is smut so enjoy :3

Warnings: Smut, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), I think that's if you think I missed something please let me know otherwise enjoy :3

Masterlist

Castor was home from a tour. Bastardane was supposed to start work on their next album the day after they got back but everyone quickly realised that was a terrible idea as they were all exhausted and their bodies hurt.

Which led to a very peaceful morning for you and your boyfriend. He was tired but he wanted to spend as much time with you as he could. He didn’t want to just lay in bed so he came out into the living room to be with you, making himself a bed on the couch.

You two had moved into an apartment together not long ago. You never wanted a really big house, you knew Castor would do anything to make you happy so if you did want one he’d find you one, instead he settled on getting you some nice, new, slightly expensive furniture. Everything looked a little off in the small space but you filled it with enough homey things that everything just tied together so nicely.

You got two bowls of cereal for the both of you, something easy and quick because Castor was whining the whole time you were away from him but you still wanted him to eat. Coming back to the couch you saw that the blonde didn’t have a pillow. You reached for one from a nearby chair but he stopped you.

“Don’t need a pillow, just gimme your lap.” He mumbled as he reached out for you, his long limb prodding your thigh. Your ass, really. It was the closest thing he could reach.

You chewed your cheek, thinking it over for a moment but when you saw the innocent, tired pout on his face you just couldn’t say no. You sat on the couch and Castor got his head all nice and comfortable on your lap, nuzzling into you.

You turned the TV on so you’d have something to watch while you ate. Castor ate sideways and was very careful to not drip any milk on you, though a few drops escaped him. He spilled a spoonful and nearly spilled the whole bowl as well, making half of your pant leg wet.

Castor apologised, you told him you weren’t mad and got up to change your pants. “Where are you going?” He asked, leaning on his elbow.

“To change?” You replied. He shook his head.

“Just take your pants off, you don’t need to leave.” He tugged on your pant leg. Again you thought about it, and again you were deterred by his sweet pout. You slipped off your pants and sat right back down.

Castor finished the rest of his cereal sitting up, though he refused to not lean against you. His chewing was right in your ear. Frankly you didn’t care, you missed him just as much as he missed you.

You both set your empty bowls down on the coffee table, saying you’d clean them up later. They will be forgotten for at least a week. The TV was still on and you let your focus drift back and forth between it and your own wandering thoughts.

Castor rolled over. You thought it was just to get comfortable but then you felt him pushing his nose against you, into your panties.

He kissed around the thin fabric, poking his tongue out to lick your inner thigh or trace the waistband of your underwear. He loved watching you twitch, hearing those deep breaths you took to calm yourself when he just knew he was driving you crazy.

“Please, Cassey,” you said, “just do it.” There was already a whine in your tone. You were needy and desperate for his tongue to just be inside you already after all this time apart.

Of course, Castor didn’t wait a minute longer. He loved teasing you but at this point he was just teasing himself. He got on his knees in front of you and took your panties off, tossing them to a far side of the room. He planted his hands on your thighs and spread your legs, staring at your glistening folds.

“You’re so pretty.” He mused as he hooked your knees over his shoulders. He kisses you soft, sensitive skin, his hot breath fanning over your heat. “All needy for me.” He licked a strip up you, dipping his tongue in your hole. You moaned softly, your hand reaching for his head and tangling in his long blonde hair.

He sucked on your clit, lapping at it as well while his fingers prodded deep inside you, pumping in and out at a wild pace. You bucked your hips to meet him, mind fogging at the sensation. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He purred against you.

“Hah~ Fuck, Cassey-Cassey, ‘m close.” You moaned, head falling back onto the couch. You ground your hips against his face, cherishing the feeling of his nose hitting your clit, his tongue and fingers taking turns fucking you.

Castor was looking up at you, waiting to see that look of ecstasy fill your face. And soon it did. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth dropped open in moans. Castor didn’t stop, continuing to deliciously eat you out. Your thighs closed around his head, holding him in place as you rode out your high on his face and fingers, juices spilling down his chin, onto the couch.

When you finally let go of him and pulled back and got up, moving to sit back down on the couch with you. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to his side. “I love you so much.” He whispered in your ear.

You leaned up against him, nuzzling into his warm embrace. “I love you too.” You purred.

[lheewonz]

[22:40] 희승 ✧ l.hs

wc :: 0.7k, angst, gn!reader, non idol!heeseung, not proofread // a/n :: i wrote this cause i was feeling a lil dramatic..

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“Please tell me you love me.”

The words were whispered so quietly he almost didn’t hear them. Tears rush down your cheeks silently.

You had always been a silent person for the majority of your life, even in childhood. You never yelled, and you weren’t the biggest fan of unleashing bloodcurdling screams like most children enjoyed. Even now, you find yourself almost unable to raise your voice, whether you were frustrated or angry. As you had grown up, people would praise you for how quiet you were, and you would revel in it, sticking to your ‘quiet kid’ shtick for approval.

Until you discovered that there were certain situations in which being quiet was your curse instead of a parent’s blessing. Right now being one of those situations.

For the better part of a year, Heeseung had been the center of your world. A few of your friends had pointed out how that may not be healthy, but you had ignored them in favor of playing the part of the ‘doting lover’.

“Say it and I’ll forget what I saw. Please.” Heeseung just stared.

You had first met Heeseung at a dance convention. A friend had invited you to go for moral support and there you had physically run into him. It was a stereotypical meeting, you not being able to survive without a morning (or afternoon) coffee and getting it spilled all over you, and him offering to take you out to make up for the loss. You had almost declined, not one for interacting too much with strangers, but after a nice, long look at his face, you found yourself agreeing without realizing it. And the rest was history.

Not good history. This impromptu meeting went on to be the leading cause of your emotional turmoil for the next year.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Please... Please say something.” As you speak, soft as ever, you lower yourself into a crouch, almost like you’re trying to curl up on the floor.

Heeseung was amazing at first. Always knew what to say, never did anything wrong, always remembered the little things, all the things you were looking for. Then, after 2-3 months of living the life you had always imagined you would have, it seemed like he changed overnight.

The boy who would quite literally sweep you off your feet, press butterfly-inducing kisses all over your face, and be just as much the ‘doting lover’ as you were, changed and suddenly seemed to decide that little things like that weren’t important anymore because of one question.

A single, three-word question asked quietly under the cover of night, “What are we?” The first, and last time, you would ever ask a question like that. All you had gotten in response was a sigh and an empty bed in the morning.

Your chest felt constricted, so tight you could hardly breathe and your posture certainly didn’t help. “Heeseu-“

“I can’t.”

From that point on, it seemed your unlabeled relationship with Heeseung turned into a more physical connection than anything else. There would be times when you would reach out to his retreating figure, in hopes that he would turn around and see you whisper, begging him to stay because you were never loud enough, but Heeseung wasn’t the type to look back. Occasionally he would spend the night, but he was always gone before you woke up.

Despite being unlabeled, and despite losing the sweet treatment that you had longed for your whole life, you still found yourself falling for him, unable to let go of what was turning into an unhealthy situation. It really shouldn’t have been a surprise to you when you discovered him in his apartment with an unknown girl.

You didn’t even know how to react at first. Heeseung had cursed at the sight of you and quietly showed the girl out. When he had come back to you, tears were already flowing and for the first time, you wished you could scream.

Your breaths are short and ragged as you gasp, trying to stop crying. “But I- I love you.”

“I know.”

You choked back a sob threatening to escape you. “So why?”

“I don’t.” Your chest seized at his words. Your lungs fail you and breathing was close to impossible. It was quiet again as you tried to breathe, but with every inhale his words reverberated around your skull.

When you finally exhale, it’s accompanied by a loud wail.