#ill reply to the asks while they walk | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

vigilante-3073 · 5 months ago

Text

Daddy's Credit Card

Cullen Family x Female Vampire Reader (Platonic)

PART 10

Summary: Bella endures her transition to a Vampire while Y/N's condition continues to worsen.

TW: Mentions of death/injury/illness, lack of regard for the feelings of others, medical testing, needles, blood.

The Cullen family was left unscathed after Jacob imprinted on Renesmee. The Wolves were forced to abandon their quest to kill the child, but tensions were still high. Y/N had been released from her quarantine and had finally been allowed to move about the house freely.

She took full advantage of her newfound freedom, but there were some things that Carlisle still wouldn't allow. Y/N was not to step foot outside the house unless someone was with her. She became quickly exhausted after any kind of physical activity and her heart beat would become irregular. Carlisle was strict about her having a companion in case something were to happen.

Y/N walked along the road with Jacob Black by her side. He had been focused on Renesmee since he had imprinted, Bella was still in transition and he felt responsible for the baby girl. Jacob had been incredibly tense as he watched over Renesmee and Carlisle encouraged him to take a moment away. Jacob went reluctantly and the pair walked in silence until he looked over at her.

"Why exactly do you need a babysitter?" Jacob asked.

"I'm dying," Y/N stated simply.

"What? I thought that Vampires couldn't die unless they're torn apart," Jacob said.

"Apparently they can... I bleed, I cry, I eat and my body is falling apart for no apparent reason," Y/N said.

"That sucks," Jacob said.

Y/N huffed a laugh, "Yeah, it does," She replied.

"Still doesn't really explain why I'm following you around though," Jacob said.

"Carlisle said that my heart beat is irregular. He's worried that something could happen to me while I'm alone," Y/N stated.

"Have you left your house at all since you started becoming human?" Jacob asked.

She glared at him, "I am not a human," She corrected quickly.

"Well, whatever you are then," He amended.

"No, you and your wolf friends had my house surrounded. Remember?" Y/N questioned.

"So, you're pretty new to not being a bloodsucker then, huh?" He asked.

"I guess you could say that," She replied.

"Do you want to go into town for a bit? Maybe we can get some actual food," He offered.

"I would do anything to leave that place right now. Since Bella died, Carlisle has devoted the entirety of his time to testing me for anything he can possibly think of. Then I have to sit there and watch Edward stay by his wife as she magically comes back from the dead. Don't even get me started on that rapidly growing demon that they produced... It's like my own personal hell," Y/N said.

Jacob laughed and Y/N shot him a serious look, "I didn't realize that I said something funny," Y/N said.

"It may not be funny, but it is ironic because I was in love with Bella and I was ready to kill Edward when she died. Then I went to get the baby to hand over to the pack and in some ridiculous twist of fate, I actually imprinted on her. Now I practically live in the house with the guy I hate, the girl I used to love and their daughter," Jacob said.

"If I weren't going to die horrifically, I might actually say that you have it worse," Y/N replied.

"We're just two of the luckiest people around, huh?" He questioned, she nodded.

"Where are you taking me then?" Y/N asked.

"A diner. I'm going to get you the biggest and most greasy burger they offer along with fries and a milkshake," Jacob listed.

"All of that sounds absolutely repulsive, but I'm excited to try it," She said.

"Good," Jacob nodded.

The pair returned to the house and Y/N went up to tell Carlisle that she was leaving. She returned after a few minutes with a pair of car keys dangling from her finger.

"He said no to the motorcycle," She stated.

"Maybe another day," Jacob replied, holding out his hand.

Y/N placed the keys into his palm, "I'm definitely riding on a motorcycle before I die. I'm trusting you to make that happen," She said.

"I can definitely do that for you," Jacob assured.

They made their way down to the garage and got into one of the cars. Jacob started the car and opened the garage before driving out onto the road.

Y/N settled back into her seat as she looked out the window, "Just for my own curiosity, how long does it usually take for someone to come back from the dead?" Jacob questioned.

"Usually takes about three days. The morphine that Bella had in her system could definitely have an effect on it though," Y/N stated.

"Three days of waiting," Jacob huffed.

"At least she's not awake and screaming like the rest of us were," Y/N said.

"It hurt that badly?" Jacob asked, glancing over at her.

"The worst pain I've ever felt. It was like every nerve being scorched and having your skin peeled from your body. It was misery," She said.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," He said.

"It gave me a lifetime of pain and loneliness like I have never known before. I would have chosen death a thousand times over," Y/N replied.

"Who was it?" Jacob asked.

"I don't know what you mean," Y/N said, looking over at him.

"Who was it that broke your heart?" Jacob clarified.

Y/N hesitated, "Carlisle first and Edward second," She answered.

Jacob scoffed, "Well, with that information, you definitely earned the title of having the worst situation possible," Jacob said.

"I've always been an overachiever," She deadpanned with a smirk.

Jacob smiled as he pulled into the parking lot of the diner, "Ready to eat?" He asked.

"I'm absolutely ravenous," She replied.

The pair got out of the car and made their way into the restaurant, they were sat in a booth and given a moment to look over the menu.

Y/N stared at the laminated sheet with wide eyes, finding herself overwhelmed by the options as she slowly opened the menu.

"Wow, this is a lot of stuff," She mumbled.

"Do you want me to just order for you?" Jacob questioned.

"That would be lovely," Y/N replied.

"Do you have any preference on milkshake flavor?" He asked.

"The last meal that I had as a living person was probably boiled cabbage and stale bread. You can pick whatever you want and I'm sure it will be better than anything I've ever eaten," She replied, closing the menu and sliding it to the edge of the table.

"Point taken," He nodded.

The waitress returned to their table with her notepad and pen in hand, "What can I get for you two today?" She questioned.

"For drinks, we'd like one chocolate and one vanilla milkshake. And for food, we'll get two of the bacon cheeseburgers with fries," Jacob listed.

"Perfect, I'll get that going for you," The waitress nodded, collecting the menus and moving off to the kitchen.

"Why did you get two different flavor drinks?" Y/N asked.

"So you can try both and keep whichever one you like best," Jacob shrugged.

"That's very kind of you," She said.

"It's no big deal," He replied.

"It is to me," Y/N stated.

The drinks came out quickly and the food followed shortly after. Jacob put two plastic straws into the milkshakes and slid them across the table to her.

Y/N leaned forward, taking a sip of the vanilla milkshake before moving over to the chocolate and taking another sip.

"What's the verdict?" He questioned.

"I like the lighter one more," She said, tapping a finger against the side of the first glass.

Jacob slid the chocolate milkshake back over to his side of the table, "Good choice. The vanilla one is my personal favorite," He said, taking a sip from the same straw.

"You can have it if you like it more," Y/N said, moving to slide it over to him.

"You're the one who's new to human food. You get to keep the milkshake that you like best," Jacob said, resting his hand over hers and pushing it back over to her side of the table.

They ate and chatted about their lives before reluctantly returning to the Cullen house.

"I had fun tonight. You're pretty cool for an ex-bloodsucker," Jacob said.

"I had fun too and I suppose I should say thank you," Y/N replied.

"It was definitely meant as a compliment," Jacob assured, "And you can feel free to come find me whenever you want to go on another nature walk or do something ridiculously stupid just to cross it off your bucket list," He continued.

"I will definitely take you up on that," Y/N nodded.

"I'll see you tomorrow... Sleep well," He said.

"You too," Y/N replied, making her way up the stairs to her bedroom.

...

Y/N stood in the shower, lathering the shampoo into her hair before stepping under the water. She washed the soap from her scalp, allowing the warm water to run over her skin. Y/N lowered her arms as her heart began to race in her chest, she let out a shaky exhale and leaned into the wall.

Y/N suddenly felt lightheaded and exhausted, breathing heavily as she slid down the wall weakly. Her arms fell in front of her body limply as she leaned into the wall, eyelids fluttering as she struggled to remain conscious.

"Carlisle," She called softly, her voice was barely audible over the sound of the water.

The shower curtain was pulled back suddenly before Carlisle reached in and turned off the water. He stepped away, grabbing her robe before kneeling down next to the bathtub.

Carlisle maneuvered her body around easily, slipping her arms through the sleeves and wrapping the robe around her body. He tied the belt at her waist before slipping his arms underneath her and lifting her into his arms.

Y/N's head rested on his shoulder as she closed her eyes, head pounding as her heart raced in her chest. He carried her into her bedroom before carefully setting her down on her bed.

Carlisle brought over the vitals machine, wrapping the blood pressure cuff around her arm and placing the probe on her finger. Y/N grimaced as the cuff began to inflate, but she was far too exhausted to say anything.

"Your blood pressure is incredibly low," Carlisle stated, reaching over and resting his hand on the side of her neck.

His fingers found her pulse point easily, feeling the rapid pulsation of her heart against his fingertips.

"I don't feel good," She mumbled shakily.

"I'll get you on fluids and we'll see if that helps," Carlisle said.

Y/N closed her eyes, unable to do anything besides breathe as her body began to shiver. Carlisle returned with a bag of fluids and a primed line, hanging it up on the pole beside her bed.

"Are you cold?" He questioned, noticing the way her body trembled.

She nodded silently and Carlisle stepped into her closet, he returned with a long sleeved shirt and a pair of loose sweatpants.

"Not mine," Y/N mumbled.

"Alice thought that you should have something comfortable and warm to wear," Carlisle said, setting the items on the edge of her bed.

He helped her dry off and get dressed before getting her settled in the bed. Carlisle sat down on the edge of the bed beside her, tying the tourniquet around her arm and flexing her wrist as his eyes scanned her skin.

Carlisle cleaned her skin with an alcohol wipe before opening his needle and removing the cap. Y/N turned her head away as he pushed the needle into her vein, he held the cannula in place as he retracted the needle. He connected the tubing to the cannula quickly before laying a clear dressing on top of it.

Carlisle pressed the edges against her skin carefully before reaching up to grab his IV tubing and connecting it to her. Y/N looked over as he stood up, programming the machine and opening the roller clamps.

The fluid slowly began to drip as the infusion started, "You should try and get some rest. I'll be back to check on you in a bit," Carlisle said, she nodded.

Y/N drifted off into a dreamless sleep before Carlisle had even stepped foot into the hallway. She slept for hours, body shivering silently as she struggled to retain her warmth. Carlisle added a few more blankets on top of her, but nothing seemed to help with the icy chill that had come over her.

Carlisle slowly made his way into the living room where the family was sitting. Esme held Renesmee in her arms while Rosalie watched them with a fond smile.

"Jacob, could I borrow you for a moment?" Carlisle asked.

"Sure," He nodded, standing up from his seat and following Carlisle down the hallway.

"I have a bit of an odd request and you can refuse if it makes you uncomfortable," Carlisle said.

"What is it?" Jacob asked.

"Y/N had a bit of a medical episode tonight," Carlisle started.

"Is she okay?" Jacob questioned.

"She's fine, but she's incredibly cold and I can't seem to get her temperature up," Carlisle said.

"I can definitely help with that," Jacob nodded.

"Thank you," Carlisle replied, leading Jacob down the hallway to her bedroom.

He opened the door and stepped inside, allowing Jacob to make his way into the room before closing the door gently.

"Jeez, how many blankets do you have her buried under?" Jacob asked with a smile.

"Five, I believe," Carlisle stated.

Jacob moved around to the other side of the bed, stepping out of his boots before lifting the blankets and laying down beside her.

Jacob shifted closer to her and she turned towards him in her sleep, immediately drawn in by the heat he gave off. Jacob wrapped his arms around her and guided her body into his side.

Y/N let out a soft breath, her head resting on his chest as she soaked up his warmth, "She's freezing," Jacob muttered, rubbing his hand over her back gently.

"I'm not much help in that department, unfortunately," Carlisle said.

"Well, I got it from here," Jacob assured.

"Just be conscious of the IV and call for me if something happens," Carlisle said, Jacob nodded.

Carlisle made his way out of the bedroom, closing the door behind himself carefully. Jacob settled back into the pillows, brushing his hand over her back until he eventually drifted off to sleep beside her.

Jacob awoke when the sky was dark, he turned his head to see Carlisle standing at the bedside. He hung a new bag of fluids on the IV pole before connecting it and pressing a few buttons on the machine to restart the infusion.

Y/N stirred slightly in his arms as Carlisle programmed the pump, eyes fluttering open slowly. Her brows furrowed as she pulled away from him slightly.

"What's going on?" She mumbled.

"You were cold," Jacob replied.

"How are you feeling?" Carlisle questioned.

"I'm fine," Y/N replied, laying back down on her back beside Jacob.

"I can go if you want," Jacob offered.

"No, it's too cold in this place," She huffed, lifting the blankets up higher over her body as her teeth chattered slightly.

"Here," Jacob smiled, reaching out and pulling her closer to his side.

He wrapped his arm around her and she leaned her head back against his shoulder as his hand settled on her arm, "Better?" He questioned, she nodded and closed her eyes. Carlisle smiled softly to himself, quietly exiting the room and closing the door.

"I know you're not here for me, but I still appreciate it," Y/N said softly.

"You're probably one of the best living people in this house right now. Us humans need to stick together," Jacob said.

"Still not human," Y/N mumbled tiredly.

"Whatever you say," Jacob replied, rubbing his hand over her arm gently.

...

Carlisle opened the door to Y/N's bedroom and paused when he realized that the bed was empty. Jacob had stayed with her for a few hours before returning to the living room to be with Renesmee. She had been asleep when he last checked on her and the empty bed made him nervous.

"Y/N," Carlisle called.

"In here," Y/N replied softly.

He stepped over to the bathroom and pushed the door open, finding her sitting on the floor in front of the toilet with her back leaned against the wall. Y/N was incredibly pale with dark bags under her eyes, exhausted and weak as she looked up at him.

"Are you alright?" He questioned.

"I can't stop throwing up," Y/N mumbled.

"How long have you been in here?" Carlisle asked.

"An hour," She replied.

"Why didn't you call for me? I could've given you something to help with the nausea," He said gently.

"Feels like someone shoved a hot branding iron down my throat," She muttered.

"I could get you some water or tea to help," Carlisle offered.

"Just want to sleep," Y/N stated.

"Can you stand?" He questioned, looking down at her.

"No, everything hurts," She grumbled.

Carlisle nodded, kneeling down and sliding his arm underneath her body before lifting her up into his arms. Y/N let out a soft whimper, grimacing in pain and gripping onto him as he picked her up.

Carlisle turned around and set her down on the countertop. He prepared her toothbrush before passing it to her, wetting a cloth under some warm water as she brushed her teeth.

Y/N leaned over and spit into the sink, Carlisle took the toothbrush from her hand and offered her the cloth. Y/N wiped the cloth over her skin, arms falling limply in her lap as she breathed heavily, utterly exhausted from the simple act of wiping her face.

"Are you alright?" Carlisle asked.

"No, I'm not and I wish you'd stop asking me that," She snapped.

Carlisle didn't reply, giving her a moment to rest as he put everything away. He stepped back over to her when her breathing rate had returned to normal.

"Ready?" He asked, she nodded.

Carlisle lifted her into his arms carefully before he carried her into her room and placed her down on her bed. Y/N grimaced as she laid back, closing her eyes as she took a few shaky breaths.

"How bad is the pain?" Carlisle questioned.

"Terrible," She stated, growing irritated with his questions as she struggled to get comfortable.

"I'll get you something for the pain and the nausea," Carlisle said, standing up from the edge of the bed.

"Or you could just snap my neck now and put me out of my misery," Y/N offered.

"That's not an option and you know that," Carlisle replied gently.

"What quality of life do I have, Carlisle? My teeth are falling out, my body aches like I have broken glass flowing through my veins and I can't do simple tasks without feeling completely exhausted. I am miserable and it isn't going to get any better," She stated.

"There are still things we can try, Y/N. You were doing incredibly well a few days ago, we don't have to jump to extremes just yet. Pain medications, sedatives and anti-nausea drugs can drastically improve your comfort level," Carlisle said.

Y/N scoffed, "I don't want to spend the rest of my life in a narcotic haze as my body shuts down," She snapped.

"Dosages can be adjusted. It doesn't have to be that way," Carlisle assured.

"You've done as much as you can for me. It's time to give up," Y/N stated.

"That's not what you really want," He said.

"How would you know what I want? You haven't cared enough to know me for an incredibly long time, Carlisle," She said.

"You're right... I haven't been there for you in the way that you wanted, but I'm here now and I want to help you," Carlisle pressed.

"You can't help me," Y/N stated firmly, "But you can let me go," She continued.

"We can talk about our options tomorrow. You should try and get some rest," Carlisle advised.

Y/N shook her head, looking away as Carlisle made his way out of her bedroom and closed the door.

Edward stood in the hallway, "She wants to die?" He questioned.

"She does," Carlisle replied.

"We can't let that happen," Edward stated.

"I'm going to try and convince her to pursue alternative treatment options, but she doesn't seem optimistic," Carlisle said.

"I'll talk to her," Edward said, Carlisle shook his head.

"Bella could be waking up any moment now, she's going to need you. I can deal with Y/N for the time being," Carlisle assured.

"When Bella wakes up, Y/N is going to need someone with her at all times. The bloodlust could overwhelm Bella and Y/N wouldn't stand a chance," Edward said.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Carlisle replied.

"Agreed," Edward nodded.

....

PART 11

1K notes · View notes

emocheol · 1 year ago

Text

seventeen when you reject their kiss (as a prank)

a/n: this is so long and took way too long i’m sorry T-T

seungcheol

seungcheol was used to arriving home from work and having you at the door to greet him with a kiss.

when you weren’t in your usual spot he walked over to the couch, seeing you watching tv and figured that you had lost track of time.

“hi baby, i missed you,” he announced his presence, leaving over you to catch your lips in a kiss.

when you turned your head to the side and he felt his lips catch your cheek instead he pulled back and gave you a funny look.

“something wrong?” he questioned quickly, you had never rejected his kisses before.

you looked up at him and shook your head, “no, i’m just trying to watch my show, cheolie,” you replied, trying to look around his frame that was blocking your view of the tv.

he narrowed his eyes at you, you didn’t sound upset but he was sure you could be a good actor. his mind started running with the possibilities of why you could be mad at him today.

it was usually silly reasons: he accidentally left the toilet seat up, he didn’t wake you up before he left the house, etc, etc.

but he hadn’t done anything today.

“okay…” he mumbled, leaning back down and attempting to kiss you again.

when you turned your head to the side again he sighed and sat down on the couch next to you, pulling you into his lap.

“you don’t like kissing me anymore?” he questioned, “what happened to the person who would whine all day if i didn’t kiss them? huh?” he prodded, reaching a hand up and smushing your cheeks together.

at this point you bursted out laughing and wrapped your hands around seunghcheol’s wrist, “it’s a prank! i’m sorry,” you exclaimed, seeing how his fear turned into fake annoyance at your confession.

he rolled his eyes and leaned in once more, finally catching your lips while you were still giggling. he planted a firm kiss against your lips and then nodded in satisfaction.

“you’re ridiculous, you know that?” he said, secretly finding joy in the fact that you found the situation so amusing.

he loved seeing you happy, even if it was at his own expense.

jeonghan

you were sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast when jeonghan finally graced you with his presence. you knew he needed his sleep so you never woke him up when you got up.

“morning, angel, how’d you sleep?” he asked, making his way to you and leaning down while puckering his lips, ready for his kiss.

you smiled at him and continued eating, “it was good, you?” you asked back, ignoring his lips and opting for the eggs that were on your plate instead.

jeonghan narrowed his eyes and threw his hands up with a sigh, “you hate me, don’t you?” he asked dramatically, “you think i have cooties and you never want to kiss me again? i bet you want to break up with me, don’t you? because i’m so repulsive?” he fires dramatic question after question, only leaving you entirely flabbergasted.

while you opened your mouth trying to think of a response he crossed his arms, looking at you and awaiting your answers to his questions.

“if you kiss me ill forget this happened and go back to normal,” he decided to add, seeing that you couldn’t come up with an answer.

“sure,” you replied easily, not knowing how else to reply to his spitfire questions. you stood up from your seat and placed your hand on his shoulder, pressing a sweet kiss on his lips.

he instinctively wrapped one arm around your waist and kept you there for a second longer, “this is why you can’t try and prank me, it always goes my way in the end,” he said with a smirk, releasing you and delving further in the kitchen to find something to eat.

his words only left you stunned, “you knew what i was doing?” you called over to him.

“of course i did, did you forget who you’re dating?” he asked back, shooting you a cocky grin while you plopped back into your seat with a sigh. it was impossible to pull one over on him.

joshua

joshua was about to leave to go meetup with his band members for dinner while you stayed at home for the night.

you walked him to the door to see him before he left.

“i’ll be back later, don’t wait up, okay?” he made to clarify, knowing that nights with his friends usually went long into the hours of the a.m. and he didn’t want you staying up late for him.

you hummed at his words and nodded your head, knowing you would probably stay up for him anyways, “have a nice night, tell the guys i say hi,” you said with a smile, becoming close with joshua’s friends as your relationship progressed.

“i will, i love you,” he made sure to add, grabbing your chin and moving in to plant a kiss on your lips.

when he felt your resistance to his kiss he pulled back and gave you a funny look, “any reason you won’t kiss me?” he asked skeptically.

“nope, i love you too,” you replied, trying to play it off innocently.

he nodded his head slowly, his fingers still on your chin. he moved back in to kiss you again and when he felt the same resistance he gave you a pointed look.

“if you have a real reason for not kissing me, tell me and we’ll talk about it. if you don’t, stop playing around and kiss me so i can leave.” he said simply, leaving no room for argument and coming up with a solution.

you noticed that he was using his serious voice and you nodded slowly, finally letting him kiss you without putting up a fight.

he let his kiss linger a little longer than usual, likely because of the game that you were playing with him. the way he kissed you made you forget what you were even doing in the first place and when he pulled away he could tell that much from your face.

he pulled back with a smirk and kissed the top of your head, “i’ll be back, don’t miss me too much,” he teased, leaving you to give him a small nod as you watched him walk out the door.

prank totally failed.

jun

“are we okay? or are you playing with me?” jun questioned, noticing how you were physically dodging all his attempts to give you a peck on the lips.

you couldn’t help but grin at the cute pout on his face, not being able to play it off like it was a normal occurrence.

you were standing on one side of the couch while jun was standing on the other, both of you looked like you were prepared to run. jun was ready to bolt towards you and you were ready to get away from him.

though both of you had a smile on your face, you weren’t dodging him for a serious reason and he could tell.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said with a little giggle, moving in the opposite direction that jun was going whenever he moved towards you.

he thankfully realized that you weren’t actually mad at him and then decided he needed to take matters into his own hands.

jun jumped onto the couch and reached over to grab you, locking you in his arms while you burst out laughing, not being able to contain yourself.

“c’mon! give me a kiss, my breath smells good! i brushed! see?” he exclaimed loudly, opening his mouth wide for you to look, which only made you laugh harder.

you clutched your sides as you laughed, your sudden movement making the two of you lose any balance you previously had and you both went tumbling to the ground in each others arms.

jun’s arms were still locked around you, the two of you laying side by side on the hardwood floor. you both slowly looked at each other and smiled, a little sheepishly.

“you saw, right? my clean teeth?” jun spoke up first, still stuck on the fact that he was missing out on a kiss from you.

you couldn’t deny him now and you nodded, “yes, hun, i saw,” you replied, finally pressing a kiss on his lips to stop this whole debacle.

you could feel him smiling against your lips which only made you smile right back.

“i win!” he shouted when you pulled away, pumping his fists in the air. though, he wasn’t sure what game you were playing, a kiss from you always felt like a win to him.

soonyoung

soonyoung’s face was scrunched up, his lips drawn in a straight line and his eyebrows pulled in towards each other. it was his ‘deep in thought face’.

he was intently scrolling on his phone, furiously typing, scrolling a bit, then shaking his head. he repeated the steps multiple times, sighing at each dead end.

you sat next to him, watching tv as he completed whatever mission he had on his phone.

you had decided to avoid his kisses all day after seeing a video of someone else doing the same thing to their boyfriend online. though soonyoung didn’t seem too worried about it, at least that’s what you thought.

“do you prefer a casual relationship without emotional intimacy?” soonyoung asked out of the blue, setting his phone on his lap and looking at you.

his words caught you off guard and all you could do was look at him in shock. he took your lack of an answer as a yes and frowned. he nodded to himself and took your hands in his, his face as serious as ever.

“it’s okay if that’s how you feel, you can tell me and we can work things out, right?” he suggested, his voice sounded optimistic but his face told you all you needed to know, he looked like he was near tears.

you quickly shook your head when the shock wore off and pulled your hands from his, opting to cup his cheeks instead as you looked at him.

“where did you get that silly idea from?” you asked, running your thumbs over his cheeks, his frown still present on his face.

“wikihow…” he mumbled, picking up his phone and showing it to you.

you choked on a laugh at his reply and took his phone from his hands, looking at the open tab.

‘10 reasons why your partner won’t kiss you’

you went to his search history and finally found out what all the scrolling and tapping on his phone was about.

‘why won’t my partner kiss me’

‘what to do when my partner won’t kiss me’

‘how to tell if my partner doesn’t like me anymore’

‘how to be a better boyfriend’

you threw his phone on the couch and immediately pulled him closer to you, wrapping your arms around him and cradling him to your chest.

“honey, i’m sorry,” you said softly, he must’ve been sad and stressed all day because of some stupid prank that you tried to pull on him, “i was just trying to prank you, it’s stupid,” you mumbled, holding him tight.

soonyoung looked at you with wide eyes, his frown now turned into a small pout, “you don’t want to break up?” he asked softly, his puppy dog eyes in full swing.

“of course not! i’m sorry for making you worry,” you apologized, making sure you were absolutely clear about your love for him.

“okay… now give me 500 kisses to make up for it!” he decided, looking at you in complete seriousness, waiting for you to begin your task.

you couldn’t even be mad at his request and you obliged. you cradled his face with your hands once again and began to pepper his face with kisses, making sure you hit everywhere you could to show him how much you loved him.

he giggled at your actions, finally smiling for the first time in hours as you pampered him with kisses.

that was the last time you ever tried to prank soonyoung.

wonwoo

you were laying in bed on your phone, mindlessly scrolling while waiting for wonwoo to hop off his game and come to bed.

while scrolling you saw a video of someone pranking their boyfriend by not kissing him, and since wonwoo was keeping you up by not coming to bed yet you decided to play the same prank on him.

wonwoo finally got off his game around 30 minutes later and slipped into bed next to you, pulling you close to him with a shy smile, “i’m sorry, i was winning,” he whispered softly, nuzzling his cheek against yours.

it was rare that you saw him so cuddly and touchy, and your resolve was slowly fading to keep this prank up but you decided you would stay strong.

“it’s okay, let’s go to bed, hm?” you suggested, looking over at him with a little smile, gently pushing his hair out of his face.

he nodded at your words and puckered his lips, moving closer to you to get his nightly kiss before bed. when you dodged him and laid down he slowly blinked at you, a pout that you had never seen before slowly made its way onto his face.

wonwoo wasn’t the type to show his emotions so freely but you could tell what he was feeling clear as day now. he didn’t have to say anything for you to break.

“oh god i’m sorry,” you mumbled, pulling him in for a goodnight kiss, sweeter than normal since you felt so bad for ignoring his first one, “don’t hate me,” you added, hoping that your very short prank didn’t hurt him too badly.

he blinked at you and shot you a sleepy smile, “it’s okay, i know you’re bad at pranks,” he whispered, cuddling up with you and kissing your forehead before letting sleep take over his body.

you were a sucker when it came to wonwoo.

jihoon

“hello? i would like a kiss, please,” jihoon announced to you suddenly.

the two of you were lounging on the couch, enjoying each others company in silence. though, jihoon had been letting his mind run a mile a minute since you appeared to be dodging all his attempts to kiss you.

his words made you stare at him for a few seconds, processing what he said. he wasn’t one to ask for affection, he just took what you gave him. you realized this early on in your relationship and so you smothered him with love whenever you could, hoping it was enough.

when you had started this prank on him earlier in the day you thought that he wouldn’t notice, or care for that matter. he was a big ‘go with the flow’ type of guy. you didn’t even think that he would care about your lack of kisses since he never commented on your affection. clearly he cared.

“what?” was all you managed to say to his request, not able to form any other words.

“i said i would like a kiss. you haven’t kissed me today, did i do something wrong?” he asked innocently, trying to think over what he did all day, surely none of it made you upset.

you frowned at his words, you didn’t think that your lack of affection would’ve affected him that much. you felt your heartstrings tug and you couldn’t stop yourself from coming clean.

“no! i’m sorry, honey,” you pouted, scooting right up next to him and pressing a long kiss on his lips, followed by a few more pecks, “it was just some prank i saw online, it’s stupid,” you mumbled, realizing how dumb the prank was in hindsight.

jihoon nodded in satisfaction and wrapped his arm around you. initiating touch was also a rarity for him which only showed you how much this affected him.

“it’s okay, but that is a dumb prank,” he agreed thoughtfully, “i missed your kisses,” he whispered softly, so soft that you almost didn’t hear it. but you did.

and from that point you decided to show jihoon affection at any and every moment you could.

minghao

“is this one of your stupid pranks?” minghao deadpanned the second you moved out of the way when he tried to kiss you.

you frowned at his words, sad that he had caught on so fast and didn’t even pretend to be upset like the boyfriends in the videos that you had seen online.

you playfully pushed his arm with a pout, “you’re so lame, how’d you know,” you groaned, telling the truth since you knew you couldn’t lie to him.

minghao just laughed and ruffled your hair, “you would never dodge my kisses, you’re always whining for them in the first place,” he teased, though he was telling the truth, you’d be crazy to dodge his kisses.

you nodded slowly at his words, acknowledging that he was right. now that your prank backfired immediately you looked up at him and smiled, puckering your lips, ready for a kiss.

after a few seconds of not feeling his lips on yours you opened your eyes to see him standing in front of you, a smug smirk present on his lips.

“what’re you doing,” you whined, grabbing his hand and shaking it around a little bit, “give me a kiss,” you asked softly, trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes.

he just raised his eyebrows and shook his head, a grin still present on his face, “i don’t think so,” he said in a sing song voice, “you were going to try and keep your kisses from me, why can’t i do the same?” he asked thoughtfully.

you frowned at his words, “you’re mean…” you mumbled, though you didn’t really mean it, you loved his personality.

“you love me though,” his whispered, opting to kiss the top of your head since he was withholding his kisses from you.

it was enough to satisfy you for the time being plus minghao knew that it was only a matter of time before he caved.

mingyu

mingyu had been following you around your home all night, ever since you didn’t give him a kiss before you left for work.

now that you were back home after your shift he just had to be by you. he didn’t say anything, but his facial expressions said it all for him. he looked so sad, it honestly hurt your heart a bit.

whenever you got up, so did he. he would follow you to the kitchen, your shared bedroom, outside, even to the bathroom where he waited outside the door until you came out again.

after a few hours of this dynamic you finally decided to ask him the burning question.

“gyu, what’s wrong?” you asked, grabbing one of his hands and holding it gently. sure, you knew what was ‘wrong’ but you wanted to hear it from him.

mingyu let out an exasperated sigh and pulled you over to him, squishing you against his side, “finally!” he exclaimed, “everything is wrong!” he whined, rubbing his cheek against your head just like a puppy would.

you stifled a laugh at his actions, not wanting to invalidate his feelings since they were clearly making him so distressed. you had a feeling that this was how he was going to act, he needed affection and when you broke your routine of affection for him he didn’t know what to do.

“okay…” you started, “explain it to me, hm?” you suggested, finding you comfy spot even though he had a death grip on you. you managed to get one arm out to stroke his hair which made him visibly relax.

“you didn’t kiss me goodbye,” he pouted, “and you didn’t say anything about it!” he pointed out, knowing that you usually would’ve texted him an apology if you left without your usual goodbye kiss. he held up a finger each time he listed a reason.

you opened your mouth to respond, barely getting a word out before mingyu cut you off with another loud and exaggerated sigh.

“and you didn’t give me a kiss when you got home!” he raised a third finger for your third offense, “and you haven’t kissed me at all! it’s been hours since you got home!” he held up a fourth finger, waving them in your face with wide eyes so you understood the severity of the situation.

the more he talked the wider your smile got, you tried to hide your giggling but since you were so close to each other he noticed it and reprimanded you for it.

“and! hey! this isn’t a laughing matter… it’s serious…” he whined, bringing both arms around you again and shaking you gently back and forth, “don’t laugh at me…” he groaned, a big pout evident on his face while you tried to compose yourself.

“i’m sorry, baby,” you said softly, smushing his cheeks together in your hands, you noticed how his eyes got a little softer when you used his pet name. it was clear that you weren’t upset with anything, so now he was just a little confused.

mingyu’s pout still held presence on his face when he asked his next question, “then why didn’t i get my kisses,” he mumbled, his words coming out less coherent since your hands still held his cheeks together.

“oh! it was just a prank i saw online, wanted to try it on you,” you explained easily, though in hindsight it definitely wasn’t the brightest idea since you knew how touch starved your boyfriend could get.

he narrowed his eyes at your words, “worst prank ever,” he confirmed, feeling slightly better now that he knew you weren’t withholding his affection for a legitimate reason.

“don’t be sad! i’ll make it up to you,” you said cheerfully, leaning in and pressing a few kisses to his lips, pulling back with a smile, “better?” you asked, judging from the smile he was hiding you could tell that he had gotten over it easily.

but he shook his head, “i think i need one hundred more kisses to make up for this,” he said thoughtfully, closing his eyes and puckering his lips, genuinely waiting for his next hundred kisses.

you obliged and his smile grew with every next kiss you gave him.

seokmin

“if i sing you a song will you give me a kiss?” seokmin asked as if you were playing 21 questions.

you shook your head in response.

“what about if i write you a song?” he revised.

still another no from you.

“if i give you 20 bucks?”

you gave him a raised brow but still said nothing.

“a hundred? a thousand? a million dollars for a kiss?” he shouted out as if he was an auctioneer.

you set down your phone and walked over to where seokmin was standing, “i love the enthusiasm and persistence but the answer is still no, my love,” you whispered, giving him a pat on the back for his efforts.

see, with seokmin, you couldn’t just not kiss him without telling him. you knew him well enough to know that he would’ve spiraled hard over it. so, you showed him a few videos of other partners doing the prank on their boyfriends. he found it amusing and decided to turn it into a competition instead.

if he could get you to kiss him then he’d win. if you could stand the day without kissing him then you’d win.

the prize was bragging rights and you were determined to win. but so was seokmin.

it was nearing the end of the day and seokmin was getting desperate, now shooting off every suggestion and bribe to get you to kiss him. but to his disappointment, nothing worked.

now, the two of you were cuddled under the covers, you were smug since you had won your bet and seokmin was sulking since he was positive that he was going to win.

“goodnight, honey, i’ll kiss you in the morning,” you whispered teasingly, rubbing it in that you had won your little competition.

he just scoffed at your words with a roll of his eyes, “yeah, yeah, goodnight,” he mumbled in defeat, letting you fall into dreamland while he stayed awake next to you, playing on his phone and waiting to get tired.

after an hour you were woken up by seokmin’s quiet laughter, you peeled your eyes open and saw that his face was illuminated by his phone screen. you couldn’t see the clock on your nightstand but you assumed that it was late.

he noticed your shifting around and frowned, “sorry, love, did i wake you?” he asked gently, putting his phone down on his chest and rubbing your back slowly, hoping that would soothe you back into your sleep.

“it’s okay, go to sleep, seokmin, it’s late,” you mumbled sleepily, moving your head up and giving him a sweet goodnight kiss before falling back asleep quickly.

when he felt his lips against yours his face lit up, about to say something before he noticed that you had fallen asleep once again.

he looked at the clock on your nightstand.

11:58pm

you’d kissed him before the day was over.

seokmin had won your bet and you better believe you’d be hearing all about it the next morning.

(he even took a picture of the time for proof)

seungkwan

“honey… how come you won’t kiss me?” seungkwan asked, noticing how you had turned your head twice on him in the day, making him kiss your cheek instead of your lips.

you looked at him innocently and shrugged, “i don’t know what you’re talking about, kwannie,” you said, trying your best to sound convincing.

he nodded at you slowly and then went back in for a kiss, catching your cheek once again. he pulled back and pointed at you, “that! that’s what i’m talking about! i’m trying to get lips but all im getting is cheek!” he explained, as if you didn’t know what you were doing.

you shook your head, “hmm, i don’t get it,” you said, eyebrows furrowing together to try and play dumb. you knew that he would catch on to the fact that you were just messing with him. but it was fun for the time being.

he caught on quickly and nodded his head at you, his eyes narrowing, “ahh, i see,” he said suspiciously, “two can play at this game…” he concluded, walking out of the room backwards, keeping his eyes on you as he walked.

the rest of the day was spent not kissing each other. you each dodged the others attempts until you were sitting on opposite ends of the couch, stuck in an intense staring contest.

how was this related to your kissing prank on seungkwan? neither of you could explain. but this is where you ended up.

after another 10 minutes of menacingly staring at each other you were the one that broke.

“seungkwan, can we give this up now? i miss your kisses…” you said truthfully, pouty lips and gentle voice on display to try and convince him. you were not thinking that your silly prank was going to be a day long event and now you just missed your boyfriend.

luckily for you, seungkwan broke at the exact same time and nodded quickly. the two of you closed the gap between you on the couch and finally let your lips touch.

this led to a good 15 minutes of gentle kisses and giggles on the couch.

when you pulled away you were both grinning at each other, forgotten was the entire day and all you could think of was how happy you were in that moment.

“let’s never do that again,” you decided, not wanting to put yourself through that agony again.

“agreed.” seungkwan replied, diving back in and making up for lost time, or rather, lost kisses.

vernon

“do you think my breath smells bad or something?” vernon asked while the two of you were laying in bed together ready to shut off the lights and go to sleep.

the entire day you had been playing this ‘prank’ on him of not kissing him. though, the prank somehow backfired since he didn’t seem to notice at all, at least not to you.

after your refusal of his kiss early in the morning he hadn’t attempted to kiss you again.

you gave him a funny look and shook your head, “no? you just brushed your teeth, didn’t you?” you asked, confused by his very random question right before bed.

he nodded slowly at your answer and turned his head back up so he was looking at the ceiling. he seemed to be deep in thought before he turned his head back to you again.

“so, i’m all for boundaries and stuff and i respect yours, really i do,” he started, making sure you understood that he respects your choices, “but i’m just confused on why you didn’t want to kiss me at all today,” he explained, wanting to get straight to the point and not tip toe around the big issue that was swirling around in his head.

his words shocked you and you turned to face him, the surprise clearly showing on your face. you thought that he hadn’t noticed your lack of physical affection since you two weren’t big on all that.

“but you didn’t kiss me today either,” you pointed out to him, your response failed as he shook his head at you.

“no, i tried to this morning but you dodged me,” he pointed out in turn, “so i just assumed you didn’t want to kiss, didn’t want to make you explain in case it was a sore spot so i just respected it,” he continued, laying out his thought process to you, “my curiosity just got the better of me now, i’m sorry if you don’t want to talk about it,” he added respectfully.

you frowned at your boyfriends words, he was so respectful, almost too respectful. it was one of the many things you loved about vernon along with his maturity and his way with words.

vernon’s words tugged on your heart and you rolled over to his side of the bed, pulling him into a hug with your arms around his neck.

“you’re the sweetest guy ever,” you said softly, while you were having a sentimental moment vernon was utterly confused at your actions, however. but he accepted it and slowly brought his arms up around your waist, slowly rubbing your back as he didn’t know what to do or what you were feeling.

“okay… so what was going on today?” he asked, secretly relishing in the amount of affection he was receiving.

you pulled your head up and looked at him, “it was just this stupid prank i saw online, i thought you’d react differently…” you mumbled, cheeks heating up in embarrassment as you admitted it.

he raised an eyebrow at you, “a prank? dodging my kisses as a prank?” he questioned, not seeing the appeal in it.

you buried your face in his neck and nodded, “yeah, i thought you would be more persistent or something, but you’re just too respectful,” you said jokingly. he huffed out a laugh at your words and nodded, holding you closer to him.

“sorry, babe,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss on your head, “you want me to change?” he asked, half as a joke but also being half serious.

you shook your head quickly, “never, you’re perfect,” you said immediately, never wanting him to doubt himself.

to seal the deal you decided to press your lips against his, finally giving him the kiss that you had deprived him of all day.

chan

you were relaxing on the couch in your living room when you heard the front door open, signaling that chan was home from work.

you checked the time on your phone, realizing that chan was home almost an hour later than he normally was.

his late appearance intrigued you, so you got up from the couch and decided to walk to the entryway of your apartment, greeting chan there.

when you walked up to him he was taking off his shoes, but that wasn’t the thing that interested you. what did interest you was the huge bouquet of your favorite flowers that were in one hand and the designer bag that he was carrying in the other.

“woah! what’d you buy?” you asked curiously, reaching for the designer bag that was in his hand, he let you take the bag in your hands and walk to the kitchen to unravel it. you took the flowers into your other hand and set them on the table next to you after giving them a smell.

chan just gave you a smile and followed, “got it for you, honey,” he said gently, he seemed a little weary but you didn’t take much notice of it. though, you were extremely confused as to why he would’ve gotten you such an expensive item out of the blue.

you looked at him strangely, “why?” you questioned, it wasn’t your birthday or your anniversary any time soon, and you couldn’t understand why else such an expensive present would make its way into your lap.

chan gave you a sad smile and reached across the table, holding your hand, “i know this doesn’t make up for whatever i did, but i just wanted to tell you i’m sorry,” he said softly, “and i’d love to fix whatever i did if you just tell me what it is,” he said truthfully, getting ready to change anything you told him.

you cocked your head to the side and looked at chan with narrowed eyes, trying to figure him out, “what’d you do?” you asked, not quite understanding what he was talking about.

“c’mon, babe, you can tell me, i promise i’ll fix it,” he said again, wanting to make sure that it was a safe space for you to tell him your feelings.

you shook your head at his words, “no, chan, i really don’t know what you’re talking about, truly,” you made sure to emphasize, not leaving any room for him to think that you were hiding something.

“but… but you wouldn’t let me kiss you this morning,” he explained, “so you’re mad about something, right?” he deduced. and instead of asking you about it earlier he decided to spend thousands of dollars on a designer item and a bouquet of flowers to try and make it better.

when you let his words sink in you let out a loud laugh, pulling your hand back from him and grabbing your sides while you laughed. chan was far from amused and narrowed his eyes at you seemingly making fun of a serious situation.

“oh, god, i’m sorry channie,” you said in between laughs, when you finally caught your breath you composed yourself and explained, “that was a prank, babe, look,” you pulled out your phone and showed chan a few of the videos that you had seen online.

this only appalled him and he quickly snatched the bag from the table, “i’m returning this…” he mumbled, shaking his head at your actions.

“no! i’ll take it!” you exclaimed after him, standing up and getting next to him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes and feigning innocence.

“i’m taking these flowers too, they’re mine now,” he said childishly, sticking his tongue out at you and snatching the flowers from the table as well.

you laughed at his actions, “we live in the same house! the flowers are going to be here anyways,” you explained, making him think of a rebuttal.

“well,” he started, pausing for a moment, “they’re going to go on my nightstand then!”

and after some convincing words chan ended up letting you keep the designer bag he had purchased. though your favorite flowers found their home on his nightstand.

3K notes · View notes

heartsiebyul · 19 days ago

Text

╰─▸ ❝ Twisted Wonderland x reader!

Pineapple makes what?

˙ . ꒷ 🍙 . 𖦹˙— 🐈‍⬛˙ . ꒷ 🍙 . 𖦹˙— 🐈‍⬛˙ . ꒷ 🍙 .

featuring — Trey : Leona : Jade : Jamil : Rook : Idia : Silver x male! reader with first years. cw: slightly suggestive.

Your friends have been noticing you giving your boyfriend a container of pineapple almost every day and are starting to wonder why.

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

ᝰ Trey Clover

You handed Trey a small container of pineapple before his next class, smiling sweetly. “Cut them this morning. Hope you like them,” you said, kissing his cheek.

Trey blinked, a bead of sweat forming on his temple. “Again? You’ve really been into giving me pineapple lately…” Still, he popped a slice into his mouth and smiled softly. “Sweet as always. Thanks, sweetheart.” He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, kissed you on the lips, and walked off, still chewing.

As soon as you sat down with your friends, Ace leaned in with a look of suspicion. “Okay, that’s the fourth time this week. Why pineapple again?”

Jack frowned. “You’re feeding him like it’s some kind of ritual.”

Epel added, “It’s weirdly consistent.”

You simply shrugged and leaned forward with a grin. “They say pineapple makes semen taste sweeter.”

Deuce choked on air, Jack dropped his fork, Epel and Ace's eyes went wide, and Sebek shouted, “THIS IS FOUL!”

You just sipped your juice casually. “And he has no idea~.”

ᝰ Leona Kingscholar

Leona was sprawled under a tree when you dropped a container of pineapple onto his chest and kissed his cheek. “Eat it well~”

He lazily cracked one eye open. “Pineapple again?” he asked, grabbing it. “This better not be your idea of flirting.”

Still, he ate it, chewing slowly. “Tastes better than last week.”

You smiled. “I picked the sweetest one.”

Stretching lazily, he mumbled, “Nice.”

“All for you, baby,” you replied with a grin.

He yawned and kissed you on the lips, then tossed the empty container into the grass. “Go eat.”

You joined your friends at the lunch table, and Ace immediately pointed his sandwich at you. “Okay, why are you feeding him pineapple, only pineapple?”

“That’s, like, the fourth time this week,” Jack muttered.

“Why pineapple?” Epel added.

You leaned in and said casually, “Just read online that pineapple makes, y’know… certain fluids taste better.”

Silence fell.

Deuce turned bright red, and Sebek slammed both hands on the table. “You’re flavoring him like a snack?!”

You just gave a lazy grin. “King of the beast’s gonna taste like a tropical juice.”

ᝰ Jade Leech

You passed Jade the pineapple while he stood outside his classroom. “For you,” you said, kissing his cheek.

“Again?” he asked, amused. “You’ve been remarkably generous with pineapple lately,” he noted. He slowly took a piece and ate it right in front of you, lips curling into a mysterious smile. “Mmm… sweet. You always surprise me.”

“Glad you like it,” you replied, holding back a laugh.

As soon as you returned to your seat with your friends, all five of them turned to you in sync.

“That’s day five,” Ace muttered. “What is going on?”

“You’re definitely up to something,” Deuce said.

Epel added, “Kinda fruity of you, literally.”

You grinned and said quietly, “It’s because pineapple makes your boyfriend’s cum taste better.”

Deuce nearly fell off his seat. Jack groaned. Epel and Ace burst out laughing, and Sebek looked physically ill.

“YOU’RE TAMPERING WITH HIS ESSENCE?!”

You held your head high. “The ocean just got sweeter.”

ᝰ Jamil Viper

Jamil sighed when you appeared in the hallway and handed him the pineapple container.

“Again with the pineapple?” he asked, raising a brow. “I’m starting to think there’s something in it.”

He opened it anyway. You gave your most innocent smile. “It’s just fruit, baby.”

He narrowed his eyes. Then, popping a piece into his mouth, he chewed thoughtfully and muttered, “Okay, it’s… really sweet. Almost too sweet.” He squinted at you. “I will find out what this is about.”

You only smiled and kissed his cheek.

The moment you returned to the lunch table, your friends immediately surrounded you.

“What are you doing to Jamil?” Deuce asked. “That’s pineapple like four days in a row.”

“You trying to enhance his dance moves or something?” Epel snorted.

You leaned in, voice low. “Saw online that pineapple makes a guy’s stuff taste better.”

Everyone froze.

Ace screamed. Jack slapped a hand over his face. Deuce and Epel looked horrified. Sebek was twitching.

“YOU—!” Sebek started, but you just smirked.

“for research purposes.”

ᝰ Rook Hunt

“Ah, l’ananas~! (pineapple)” Rook beamed as you handed him the container near the courtyard. “Such a golden fruit! Mon amour, you never fail to delight me with your romantic fruit choices.”

He took a bite and sighed dramatically. “So ripe… so luscious… What secrets does this fruit carry, I wonder?”

“You’ll find out someday,” you said with a smile, kissing his cheek. “But not today.”

Rook winked. “A mystery! How enticing~!”

You hadn’t even made it back to the table before Ace blurted, “Okay, that’s it. Spill. What’s with the pineapple?”

Jack looked disturbed. “He talks about it like it’s making him feral.”

“That’s the fourth time this week,” Epel added.

You smirked. “It sweetens your boyfriend’s cum. Found it online.”

Silence fell.

Then Epel shouted, “TMI!”

Deuce exploded. “HE THINKS IT’S A LOVE LANGUAGE AND YOU’RE JUST… SEASONING HIM?!”

Sebek looked horrified.

You just giggled. “Just an experiment.”

ᝰ Idia Shroud

Idia was glued to his computer, gaming in his dorm when you nudged a pineapple container onto his desk.

“Eat now, Player 1. Real food. Now,” you said, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

He barely looked up, but grabbed a piece and tossed it into his mouth. “Pineapple? Again? But… mm. Sweet.”

Pause. “Like gummy fruit with stats boosted.”

You snorted. “Call it a buff.”

“Flavor buff unlocked,” he muttered, continuing to game, completely unaware of the real perk he was getting.

You returned to your usual spot, where your friends were waiting.

“You feed Idia pineapple?” Ace laughed. “What’s the plan? Juice his RAM?”

“Maybe it helps his crit rate,” Epel joked.

You smirked and said, “It makes semen sweeter.”

Jack groaned. Deuce looked like he lost brain cells. Sebek shrieked.

You just smiled. “If he ever gets out of the basement, he’ll be ready.”

ᝰ Silver

You handed Silver the container in his classroom just before he could doze off again.

“Snack time,” you said, kissing his cheek.

He blinked slowly and took it with a soft smile. “Thank you…” he mumbled. “Oh? Pineapple again?”

Now confused, he glanced at you. “Why do you have so much pineapple?”

Still, he ate one piece, then leaned against your shoulder and sighed. “Always sweet… You always take care of me.”

“Always will,” you whispered, kissing his temple as he drifted off with the container still in hand.

Back at the lunch table, your friends exploded with questions.

“WHY DO YOU INSIST ON FEEDING SILVER THIS FRUIT?!” Sebek cried.

“You’re slipping him something, aren’t you?” Jack asked, clearly suspicious.

You held up a hand calmly. “It makes his cum taste better.”

Silence.

Then Ace burst out laughing. Deuce’s face turned bright red. Epel screamed. And Sebek stood up like he was about to issue a royal decree, horrified.

You just shrugged. “Just experimenting.”

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

𖦹 I swear, it was way funnier in my head.

𖦹 Sooo, I was eating a pineapple earlier and immediately remembered this fact from years ago, either someone told me or I just saw it online, lol.

#heartsie જ #twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst disney #twst fluff #twisted wonderland x male reader #twisted wonderland x reader #trey clover #leona kingscholar #jade leech #jamil viper #rook hunt #idia shroud #silver twst

725 notes · View notes

sturnioloszn · 9 months ago

Text

JEALOUS - C.S

summary; while your boyfriend is streaming, one specific girl keeps gifting, and you begin to feel jealous of all the attention she's receiving, so chris comes to show you some attention too...

warnings; smut, unprotected sex (wrap the willy), tit sucking, dirty talk, teasing, praising, leaving hickeys, spanking, i think that's it..?

a/n; i have more ideas for fics, but please feel free to leave suggestions/recommendations on what fics u want to see and ill provide like a fairy godmother (unless it's some crazy shit like a shit kink, get out).

It was currently 1am, and my boyfriend and I were cuddled up in his bed watching our favourite series. I loved nights where I was able to just lay in bed with Chris and relax, especially with the chaotic lives we both live.

However, this didn't last long.

"Yo, wanna stream late night fort duos?" Matt questions, walking into the room. Chris looks down at my face, which is currently resting on his chest.

"Would you mind if I streamed with Matt for a few hours, baby?" He asks. There's a look of hope in his eyes, and who am I to deny him having fun with his brother.

"Of course not, you don't have to ask me," I reply, giving a small smile. I love cuddling with Chris, but I don't mind letting him play fortnite with his brother. He'll probably hop off in a few hours and come back to bed anyway.

As he slowly stands up from his bed, he gives me a small thanks before moving to his desk. I watched him attentively as he placed his headphones on his fluffy hair and turned on his monitor, which illuminated a soft blue light onto his face.

I could watch him all day and night. He was the most beautiful man I've ever seen. The way his hair was slightly damp, from coming out the shower not long ago, and the way his facial hair looks without a few days of shaving. God, he was perfect.

"Hellooo people," he says, adjusting his mic. I didn't even realise that he had started the stream already.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand so I could distract myself from all the screaming and shouting that was bound to happen.

It had been roughly an hour and a half since the stream first started, and Chris and Matt were still playing reload, and I was still scrolling on tiktok.

"HOLY SHIT, AVA WITH THE 100 BOMB!" Chris yells, making me turn my head to look at him. I loved how grateful Chris always is, whether people gift 1 or 100, Chris was always so thankful. I really did get lucky with him.

A few moments later Chris shrieks, "No fuckin' way, another 50 subs from Ava,". I turn to look at him again and he has the widest grin on his mouth.

"Everyone spam 'w Ava' in the chat," He says, focusing back in on his game.

I honestly don't know how some people are able to gift so much. I've seen the price of subs, and they are priceyyy. Yet, some people gift hundreds and hundreds.

"AVA WITH ANOTHER 50, HOLY SHIT, YOU'RE THE GOAT AVA," He yells again, shuffling in his chair.

What the fuck? This girl dropped a bag on subs in 5 minutes.

This continues for another half an hour, and to be honest, I'm getting sick of it. Don't get me wrong, I love that they're getting subs but it's the same fucking girl. Can she give it a rest? She's been spamming them with subs, and Chris is not letting it go unnoticed to anyone.

I look over to Chris, and he's smiling wider than ever. He must realise I'm staring at him, so he turns to look at me back.

As soon as we make eye contact, I shuffle on the bed and turn my back to him. From the corner of my eye, I can see his smile fade, and he turns back to his game.

I don't know why I'm feeling like this. I'm not upset about the subs. Is it jealousy? Am I feeling jealous of all the attention Chris is giving this random girl? I guess I am. It's hard not to when he left cuddling you to praise some random girl on the internet.

"Matt, I'm lowkey getting tired. After this round, I'm gonna hop off," Chris says, and through my peripheral vision, I can see him look at me.

He's lying. He's not tired at all, it's only 3am. He can sense something is wrong with me, and that's why he's hopping off the game.

But, as he said, he finished up the round and ended stream.

"Babe, what's wrong?" He asks, standing up from the chair and making his way over to me on the bed. I pretend not to hear him and shuffle slightly further away from him. He notices my actions and repeats his question.

"Why are you in a mood? Is it cause I streamed with Matt?" He continues to ask questions, but I continue to ignore him. I don't know why I'm doing this. Maybe I just want him to pay attention to me, too.

He realises the game I'm playing and decides to change the rules.

He leans down and begins to place soft kisses on my neck. I'm fighting to not close my eyes and keep looking at my screen, but the feeling is consuming me, and I let my eyes flutter close.

"Why are you ignoring me, baby? What can I do to hear your pretty voice, hm?" He says between kisses. Fuck, he knew exactly what he was doing.

He then grabs my phone out of my hand and throws it somewhere on the bed. He forcefully turns me to lay on my back and places himself between my legs, bringing his face up to mine.

"Are you gonna tell me what's wrong, or do you want to keep playing the silent game?" He challenges. I'm looking into his dark and tired eyes, enough to get lost in them.

"It's not fair," I mutter under my breath, but loud enough for him to hear.

"What's not fair, my love?" He asks, rewarding me with another kiss on my neck for answering him.

"All the attention you were showing that stupid girl," I say. My panties are already soaked by the few simple kisses that he had given me. If he continues like this, I'll have to wring out my thong.

A smirk subtly grows on his lips, and he dips his head back down to my neck for another reward. "Are you jealous, baby?" He whispers against my skin.

Fuck. He was driving me insane.

"Yeah, so what?" I ask, challenging him back. I then feel his lips attach to my neck. I gasp softly when he begins to lightly suck on my sweet spot.

"I'm so sorry baby, let me show you the attention you deserve," he says, moving back up to my face. His soft lips crash into mine, and his hands explore my body. My body feels like it's on fire, and I'm craving him more than ever.

"Chris, please," I beg. I'm begging him for something more, I need more.

"I know, baby," he coos. He then brings his hands to the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head when he sees my nod of approval. He instantly wraps his warm mouth around my nipple and I shudder at the new sensation. He lifts his hand to my other nipple and begins to roll it between his fingertips.

By now, soft moans are escaping my mouth from the stimulation, but I'm still hungry for more. I buck my hips at him to indicate what I really want. He notices my desperate actions and separates himself from my chest.

He hooks his fingers over the band of my sweatpants and yanks them down, revealing my soaked thong.

"Fuck, look at you," He rasps, admiring the patch of wetness that seeped through my underwear. I whine at his comment, I need him so bad. He then peels his own clothes off, leaving himself in just his boxers.

As he pulls his last item of clothing off, his swollen cock sprung out. I sigh at the sight in front of me. I'll never get over this view.

"Be a good girl and get on your hands and knees," he says stroking his cock a few times and rubbing his pre-cum all over his head.

I swiftly move into the position he ordered, and I feel his hand on my lowerback, pushing me into a deeper arch. At this point, my ass is completely in the air, and I'm ready for him to use me.

I feel him pull my thong to the side, letting the cold air in the room hit my warm and wet pussy. With no hesitation, he slides his cock into me with ease, filling me up. We both moan at the contact.

He instantly starts ramming into me, showing no mercy whatsoever. My arms give out immediately, and my face is smushed into a pillow.

"Isn't this what you wanted? My attention," He grunts out from behind me, placing a firm slap on my right ass cheek. I let out a strangled moan, allowing myself to grip the bedsheets.

"Answer you attention whore," he repeats, placing another slap on my ass.

"Y-yes, fuck!" I yelp. He continues to ruthlessly fuck my pussy and I feel the heat in my lower stomach build. I was coming close to finishing. Between the dirty talk, the spanks, and of course the fucking, I wasn't going to last long at all.

"C-chris m'gonna...f-finish," I stutter out. My knuckles are turning white from how intensely I'm gripping the sheets.

"Yeah? Come on my cock like the good girl you are," he groans, placing another spank on my cheek. I bet that by now, my ass is glowing red.

His words push me over the edge, and I violently shake beneath him, allowing a flow of curse words to leave my mouth as he helps me ride out my high and bring himself to his own.

"Fuck. Your such a jealous whore and look how I have you, you think I'm fuckin' other girls like this? Hm?" He asks, pounding into me even harder. I'm starting to become oversensitive, but I know he's about to come any second.

I feel his hands grip my hips hard enough to leave bruises and his warm cum coats my insides. His movements begin to slow, and I let out a satisfied sigh. I feel him pull his limp cock out of my full pussy and he moves to lay beside me.

I crumble next to him and place my head on his chest. Our sweaty bodies are still for a moment as we attempt to catch our breath after the best cardio session ever.

"Jealousy cured?" He smiles, looking down at me.

"Definitely. I'm sorry for being a bitch earlier," I apoligise, giving a sincere smile. Before he can reply, his phone buzzes.

"Who the fuck is texting at almost 4am?" He questions, as he unlocks his phone. He opens his texts and sees a message from Matt:

'Tired my ass, u guys are disgusting'

He pans his phone over to me, and we both die from laughter. The rest of the night is spent cuddling and watching tv together, just the way I love it.

a/n; this is long as shitttt. anywhoo, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed another one of my 4am creations. love youu <33.

#★°.*sturnioloszn*.°★#christopher owen sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut

2K notes · View notes

necromancerrrs · 2 months ago

Text

𖤐 erik campbell fem!reader dating headcanons 𖤐

warnings: some fluffy stuff, a few general headcanons, minor spoiler of the movie, +18 (mdni) as it has mentions of: oral, cockwarming, cum, dry humping, piss kink, public sex, impact play, edging, masturbation, bdsm (?), blood kink (?)

a/n: still haven't watched the movie (update: ive just seen it! loved every second of it! was so fun) but i HAD to write something abt this guy. im obsessed! if i see that i forgot to add something, or if i see any erros, ill keep updating this post! like & reblog if u enjoy <3

• erik is the type of boyfriend who'd do a tattoo of your full name on his body. in a place that everybody can see.

• he definitely makes playlists with songs that remind him of you and listen to it while he's at work or missing you too much.

• his phone wallpaper is a pic of you two together or just one of you. he always smiles when he picks up to check the time or to reply a random text.

• calls you only by pet names like: ‘babe’, ‘baby’. (he's a simple guy). calls you by your full or nickname sometimes. and loves calling you by ‘shitface’.

• adores pissing you off every time he can.

• a total coffee addicted.

• proud atheist.

• sucks at cooking.

• needs to smoke a cigarette when stressed, irritated, overwhelmed or when just feeling like it. not addicted but will always appreciate some nicotine to calm his nerves.

• if you want to do any tattoos or piercings, he'd offer himself to do it with all the enthusiasm of the world. and you'd never need to pay him ofc!.

• still about body modifications, he'd totally do matching tattoos and/or piercings with you.

• there's something about erik that just SCREAMS ‘horror movie lover’ (emphasis on the slasher type). his favorite franchise is evil dead and has watched it over more than 100 times with you.

• has a playlist for every single thing in the world. total music lover. work shift at the tattoo parlor, road trips, for sleep, sketching tattoos, hot summer beach days, family BBQ’s...

• since erik’s a metalhead (cmon guys he’s not emo), he loves all kinds of metal genres but his favorites are classic heavy metal, death metal, nu metal (please see my view here!), and trash metal.

• erik would love different kinds of music too, not just metal. i can see him listening to 2000’s dad rock, grunge, alt rock, some emo bands (a trophy fathers trophy son by sleeping with sirens is so erik coded. i can clearly see him listening to this song after discovering that he’s jerry fucking fenbury’s son), some 80’s music and even pop songs.

• my goodbyes by saliva is so erik coded too... reminds him of his dad, howard :(

• erik loves to show you off, whether it's to yours or his family. in family gatherings, he wouldn't let you stay away from him. he'd always footsie, hold your hand, kiss you, whisper things on your ear, or tease you under the table. if he gets bored, he'd send you messages asking to skip dinner and go to your/his room to do something more... fun.

• if he sees you liked something and couldn't buy it for any reason, he'll show up later or in the next day with the exact thing you wanted. ‘got it for ya,’ he'd say, handing it over to you, doing that nonchalant face. if you start to thank him a lot, giving him kisses, hugs or anything to show how much grateful you are, he'd just say ‘stop that, shitface’. but you know he loves it when you show him affection.

• one of the things he loves to do with you is... actually nothing. we all know he's a lazy guy. erik just loves to have you with him while he plays video games, you laying down by his side (if the sofa is big enough to have you both), while you both watch a movie (he always ends up falling asleep) or just when you both r laying down while you roll down your twitter timeline or watch tik tok videos.

• something really funny abt erik is that he's very organized in his workplace and despises when something is out of place. but when you walk into his room, it's totally messy and unorganized. he says it's "equilibrium".

• when you both argue, erik stays mad for a couple of days and refuses to talk to you, giving you the silent treatment. but he's the first one to come back to you and resolve any problem you have.

• absolutely calls or texts you when drunk. ‘babe, can you pick me up? i promise i won't throw up on the car again.’ erik would say, struggling to even hold the phone on his ear, babbling incoherent words to you.

• he loves making out with you. that man would kiss you like he's starved. wouldn't let pass any chance he has to stuff his tongue inside your mouth. wouldn't even care if your/his family's around. you two have been caught passionately making out so many times that he can't even remember how much. it feels like everybody wants to show up when you both are swallowing yourselves.

• definitely has an entire sex playlist probably named by just ‘Erik's sex mix’. he's not too creative.

• totally in love and proud about it. he's an exhibitionist. loves to say ‘oh, yeah, that's my girlfriend. isn't she hot?’ with a huge grin on his face. (let's say he's a little possessive too to say the least)

• loves when you give him head. erik loves watching you twirl your tongue around the head of his cock, right on his prince albert piercing. loves when you stuff all the way down and stays like that for some seconds; he loves the feeling of your throat warming his cock, and loves it even more when you gag and take his length out of your mouth just to see all the saliva your warm hole collected dripping down to the base and to the balls.

• loves cumming in you. in your face, thighs, tits, stomach... anywhere.

• erik adores some dry humping. it's the first thing that comes to his mind when you're both watching a boring movie (he's equally bored). he gently takes your hand to rest on his crotch, puppy eyeing you until you understand what he wants. ‘cmon, please. it's not like you're paying attention to that shitty movie’. if you finally gives in, he'd grab you by the hips, pulling you to straddle him. he'd buckle his hips upwards, matching your own movements, desperately trying to get more friction. it'd end up with both of you on your underwear, making a mess of precum and your own fluids. he enjoys it way too much. and if he wakes up the next morning half hard and you're still not awake, he'd wake you by humping your ass.

• vocal and loud. especially loud. doesn't even care if anyone else overhears. (his main purpose is to be overheard)

• erik loves some risk and is very into public sex. it can be on the living room, public bathroom, on the tattoo parlor, on a car, he just wants you anywhere. ‘cmon, no one's here’ he'd say, trying to coax you, biting his bottom lip.

• loves giving you oral. (he loves to give it more when you have a bush).

• likes to leave pretty visible marks on you to everyone notice.

• absolutely loves when you compliment him. acts like he doesn't, but loves it. and when you make a remark of something (like a specific shirt he's wearing or the way his hair is styled in the day), he'd try to replicate the next day just because you liked it.

• very nervous when first meeting your family/parents. tried to act cool about it, but was actually very anxious, always trying to make a good impression.

• erik loves going out with you, anywhere. just having you by his side is enough for him. you're his best friend.

• he likes to show you some metal bands and take you to metal concerts.

• likes sending you dirty texts or pics in inappropriate moments. he'd definitely send you a video of himself fucking his fist until he's cumming all over his stomach; his cum decorating his skull tattoo.

• keeps a dirty pic of you on his phone or a forgotten underwear you left at his room to use when you can't be around.

• absolutely loves hitting you from the back (the garbage truck scene is the proof).

• erik loves physical touch. loves when your hands are on him, and he can't take his hands off you too (in a non sexual way too). whether is holding hands, cuddling together or just sharing body heat. he just needs you around.

• loves bitching and venting about things that happened in his life. shitty costumers at his workplace, funny things that happened, his stupid ass boss, things that pissed him off, the list go on...

• has weird kinks. has asked you many times to use a urethral penetrator on him while edging him. he'd eventually cum involuntarily after four or five times holding back (the longest he can last). likes you to use needles, wax, chains, handcuffs... (anything that seems to be part of a torture section). he'd cum by just the feeling of you pressing needles to his skin, pinching his pierced nipples... erik just likes anything that's painful.

• has a thing for piss. it happened so naturally by the first time; you were giving him head, he had just came, you were trying to do another round when... ‘oh, fuck, wait...’ erik said, reaching out and taking a fistful of your hair, taking his length out of your mouth. ‘got different kind of load for ya,’ he said, grinning while now stroking the base of his cock, fist hardening around the overstimulated and red head, his prince albert piercing completely covered in spit and precum. ‘open f’me, yeah?’ he took a few steps behind, aiming his cock directly to your open mouth. a long yellowish shot invaded your tongue, filling your mouth, spilling over your chin, sliding down your neck, making a mess on the carpet of his bedroom. once he was done, he smirked, reaching out to close your mouth, coaxing you to swallow. ‘cmon, swallow it. yeah, that’s it. fuck, that's so fucking hot...’ erik coos, watching you swallow his piss. the taste was bitter, sour, salty, warm, and strangely good...

• talks about sex like is the most normal subject to ever exist.

• loves swearing, is in his nature. he says he can express himself better with it.

• asks you to paint his nails with black nail polish.

• let's you steal his bands t-shirts and steals yours too (if you have bands in common).

• erik complains every time you ask him to do something but always ends up doing it. (he secretly loves doing things for you)

• pretends he doesn't, but loves it when you pass by him and smacks his ass, tugs his hair, tells him to shut up, or playfully push him on the kitchen counter. (he's a switch i know it)

• he's an ass and tit man! loves stuffing his face over your boobs, lick or gently bite your nipples (and if you have them pierced too, he'd play with the little metal rings, tugging them with his teeth till it pinches it too hard to have you squirming). likes grabbing your ass or your tits every time you're in cowgirl, and loves watching them bob with each trust.

• likes finger fucking you and eating you out while you're in your period. he'd suck on his bloody fingers afterwards, just loves the taste of it.

• loves the scent of sex in the air. the filthy scent of fluids, cum, skin and sweat all together.

• actually likes and listens to modern metal(core) bands like: bad omens, bring me the horizon and motionless in white.

• has thought about getting married with you and even about having a baby. he'd eventually turn his nose at the idea but always ends up caughting himself overthinking about it.

#erik campbell #erik campbell smut #final destination #final destination bloodlines #richard harmon #erik campbell x reader #erik campbell x you #erik campbell headcanons #richard harmon smut #final destination: bloodlines

779 notes · View notes

brailsthesmolgurl · 1 month ago

Text

"Did someone got sick?"

Preview: The LnDS boys reacting to you falling ill.

Dividers sourced from @uzmacchiato

RAFAYEL

You are in deep trouble. Falling sick is one of the big trouble, but in your kitchen lies another big trouble. You could smell something light brewing in the air, your sense of smell had slowly regaining its abilities after you had fallen ill for nearly the span of a week. And it is also within the span of the weekend, it earned you the other prized trouble that had stepped himself through the frame of your door, eyes glinted with fire brighter than his evol.

Seeing you being in a weakened state, Rafayel questioned no further; forehead creases ironed out, whines stuck at the back of his throat, frustration dimmed down to understanding and he simply swooped you off of your feet and tucked you safely back into your bed. Not sparing you another glance, the man graciously carried himself out of your bedroom and straight into your kitchen to prepare something for you to replenish your weakened body. Porridge being the first delicacy he could think of.

After 30 minutes, he reappeared by your bedside, with a tray of food and a wet towel draped across his arm. He slowly sat down next to you, by the edge of the bed and spoke, his voice firm but gentle. "How long have you been sick? 2 days?" He assumed from the day you did not reply to his texts, was the day you fell ill. Your nod made him lowered his eyelids, concern overtaking him and he slowly sat you up. "I made you some porridge. Let me feed you."

Rafayel babies you, blowing onto the porridge and muttering how hot it is before he feeds it to you, with a hand under your chin to wipe off any spilled droplets. The wet towel he had prepared now sat on top of your head, cooling your heat down. You did not contact Rafayel when you were sick because you knew that recently he has a painting that is due soon and he was struggling to find inspiration for it. The last thing you wanted was to disturb him. "I'm sorry." Your apology was sincere and it softened the sea god's tide.

He was worried that he was going to lose you again, or maybe you simply do not require him being around you anymore. He had to come over, he had to check for sure that he would not be met with an empty house. And he was glad that he came as seeing you wrapped up in the blanket, with glistening eyes and a lack of your usual volubility, he was only upset that you did not seek for his aid. A small smile found its way onto his thin lips and Rafayel pressed his lip against your heaty cheek, as if he had read through your thoughts. "Don't worry about me. It hurts me when you do not rely on me to be your anchor."

CALEB

"Hey pipsqueak, what's---" Hearing your heavy breathing on the other line, Caleb's brows furrowed, gaze sharpened against the pendulum that sat on his mahogany desk in his office. "Are you okay?" He asked, finger unconsciously tapping against the wooden surface while he waits for your answer. Upon hearing you saying that you had fell ill, the colonel was quick on the discharge from his duties, already applying for leave and off he went in his private ship. From SkyHaven to Linkon.

A one hour trip is only 20 minutes for him as the siren was what helped him to get past traffic with ease. No protocols are bound to him especially when y/n is on the other end waiting for him, not to mention when she is sick and she needs him. Slotting his key into your lock, he walked into your house and headed straight to your bedroom. Seeing you in such a disheveled state, the colonel persona has dissolved. Only Caleb remained.

The man strides over to you in a few steps, taking off his gloves at the meantime and he would touch your forehead, frowning when he realised that your temperature is high. Caleb himself would have insisted on you to go to the hospital to get treatment. He is a colonel and that itself comes with perks, inclusive of VVIP treatment at the best hospitals in SkyHaven and Linkon. But knowing you, you would be too stubborn to leave the comfort of your own home and Caleb respects that. Furthermore, being at home with you allows him to spend some personal time with you. "Hey, come on, let's get you washed up."

He is very gentle with you, like a porcelain in his grip. He would use a warm towel to help you rub your body. Despite being half naked in front of him in your undergarments, he made no attempts to crack any dirty jokes. His focus only on cleaning you up before tucking you back into bed. He takes on the role of a very good caretaker. Fresh bedsheets before you sleep, water and pills constantly on time, and he never disturbs you from your rest. Even when he gets into the bed next to you, he makes sure that the dib in the bed goes unnoticed by you, whom is deep in slumber.

Caleb is the type of man who will take days off just to nurse you back to health. And when you hold onto his hand sometimes while he is either feeding you or checking your temperature, he would catch your gaze and plant a comforting kiss onto your forehead. A smile would be present on his face when he sees you slowly getting better under his nursing. "I'll always be here to take care of you, even if you don't want me to. Remember that." The last words he muttered to you before you drifted back into your sleep after taking your medicine.

SYLUS

Sylus is not the one to loiter around Linkon unless necessary and one of those times would include you being sick. The scary mafia boss of the N109 zone would be stuck in your one bedroom apartment, maneuvering around tight corners of your house just to make sure that you are taken care of. How about his work? He would have everyone gather at your house. Luke, Kieran and of course Mephisto. Having Sylus care for you while you're sick is like having the whole village on his tail. "Can you all be silent for once?" He would hang this sentence by the side of his mouth to warn the rowdy bunch, afraid that they might wake you up from your recuperation.

"Sweetie, you have to eat this." Pills are what you hate and seeing your flagrant expression despite you being half alive in bed makes the Onychinus leader bow to you. "Alright, suit yourself if you do not wish to consume such medication." He would not press you into eating it, but he waits. He knows that until a certain extent, when your fever gets to high and your toes get too chilly, you would have to flush the pills down your throat.

Honestly, having Sylus around when you are trying to rest in your own humble abode is probably the worst idea. Your walls are thin and that explains the subtle ting clink ping noises you may hear throughout the night hailing from your living room. A bathroom trip would be a game of preventing yourself from tripping because he would have his machinery boxes stacked at your already narrow hallway sometimes. He could not leave you alone, all vulnerable and sick so he may as well 'move in' to your place.

"My sweetie is finally ready to stay with me?" His head tilted, amused at the way you stood at the hallway, with frustration brimming at the edge of your tired eyes. The blanket draped over your small body, pairing with your bedraggled hair made you looked like you had a good sleep. Or moreso that is what the Onychinus leader wants to believe. Seeing you yawning and refusing to budge nor to say a word, he would push himself off of your small couch and go over to you, slowly wrapping his arms around you and guiding you back to bed.

Sylus would lull you to sleep in his arms, yet again, not going to force you to move in with him. But this does not mean he would not try to buy you a bigger house next time, favouring the excuse that if you were to fall sick next time he can simply move in and not cause any disturbances to you. To him, it shall be a win-win situation.

XAVIER

Being your neighbour and your colleague, the day you are missing a mission is the day he would already be on his toes asking Captain Jenna regarding your absence. Knowing that you had taken a sick leave, Xavier would be the type to prep himself prior to meeting you. Running errands to pick up food, medications, cooling pads and anything he can possibly think of for a patient. Being your boyfriend, it is only natural for him to have a spare key to your apartment.

Waltzing in just like his own home, he would set everything he had bought onto the table before meeting you in your bed. "Hey, y/n." His smile would be gentle, concerning even as he goes over to you, thermometer in his hand and another bag filled with medications in his other hand. "I'll check onto your temperature alright?" He will put the thermometer under your tongue and analyse the temperature. His phone would also have a checklist opened for each of the symptoms suitable for each of the medicines he has.

"So, you have a runny nose, minor coughs and your throat feels itchy. And your temperature is around 39 degrees." he would check the list accordingly and prepare the medications for you accordingly. Surprisingly, although Xavier is not a doctor, but he takes the pharmacist's words seriously as he would wish for you to get better as soon as possible so you may join him on the field again. "That would indicate that you have a cold. I believe paracetamol would do the trick."

Cooking is not his strongest suit that is for sure, but that does not mean he does not lose out on any other efforts. He does not take offs because most of the cases that he is working on would be related to you and he would not want to miss out on it. But, this would directly make him try harder when he goes for the missions alone and to collect information so he may come back earlier to you and brief you about it in case you are energetic enough to hear about work from him.

He does not particularly enjoy talking about work to you while you were sick but seeing you listening in on the mission details beats you lying in bed whining about not wanting to be sick so he would gladly tell it to you. "Y/n, I think that is enough mission talk for a day. You should rest up so when tomorrow comes, you can feel better and hopefully, you can fight by my side."

ZAYNE

It comes with the territory of being a doctor. Zayne is a natural caregiver and when you did not reach out to him for a couple of days, he had to call in short for his business trip and rush back to Linkon and drive directly to your place. He has a spare key but he does not bother using it. There is always a reason to you not responding to him but this time when you went radio silent on him without a valid reason, he wanted you to give him the verbal comfort. Or more like a visual comfort. You stood at the doorway, with tissues stuck up both of your nostrils and your eyebags heavier than ever. You had fallen ill. "Zayne." You sounded surprised of course, your voice laced with guilt.

"I got worried." He is straightforward but gently turns you around and guides you into the house, sitting you down onto the couch and urging you to lie down. Shedding his coat to hang it by the door and he walks over to you to take your temperature, presence immediately taking place to be your primary caregiver just like in the hospital whenever you visit but now only adorning casual clothes. "You did not ring me up for the past few days. I had to make sure you were alright. Why did you not tell me that you had fallen ill?"

After hearing you stating that it was accidental, where it came in a form of a heatwave at night and you were too weak to grab your phone to charge it and it had died and you were stuck in bed the past few days just trying to heat yourself up to the best of your might. Zayne does not judge, he never does. But he could have wished that he was here sooner. A part of him felt guilty for not being here but seeing you being able to at least crawl out of bed now gives him the solace that the past few days was worse than this moment now. "Wait here."

Of course the doctor has a medical kit in his car. It is equipped with all of the medications he need for a scenario like this. He was somewhat proud of himself for preparing this kit because he finally got to use it today, and what is more special than to being able to use it on his beloved. "Take this medication. It will help in reducing your runny nose and your headache." When it comes to taking medicine, there is no option for you to say no to the doctor in front of you because you know he would find a lot of ways to sneak it into your food or drink. So, to save him the trouble, you might as well just take it in front of him.

"If you are sick again next time," Zayne would lay a comforting hand onto your cheek, lightly cradling your face as you had your head against his shoulder. "Just reach out to me. No matter how hard it is. At least try to get to me." His thumb draws mindless circles against your face, a reminder to you that he is physically there. "No matter how busy I am, I will always make time to be there for you y/n."

695 notes · View notes

gojoest · 2 years ago

Text

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 — gojo satoru

MDNI, f! reader, she/her pronouns used, wc: 3.3k, flashback of how you met (1st part of the fic, past tense used, then we jump back to present, divider used to separate the two timelines. both take place on his birthday btw), suguru makes an appearance (as satoru’s wingman :3), established relationship (you’re married & have a daughter), reader wears a dress, first time face sitting + riding (oral, f! receiving), pet names (baby, my love), he cums in his pants, breeding implied at the end (sort of, to avoid spoilers)

a/n: happy birthday to my biggest mental illness ♡

side note: if the story of how you met sounds familiar to you, please note that it was from one of my talk posts from a while ago & i decided to make use of it : )

what gojo satoru wants — he always gets.

after all, it’s how he made you his as well.

“satoru, you’re staring way too hard at her”, suguru nudged him on the arm.

“think she noticed, too?”, satoru chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, ears turning slightly red from embarrassment, unsure if it was because he got caught or that it was too obvious he was checking you out.

“very likely. i mean, it’s hard not to notice an annoying pair of blue laser beams persistently invading your space”, suguru mocked. “are you going to talk to her?”

“yes”, satoru firmly replied, without peeling his eyes from you, “i’ll ask her out, i think”

“hey, hey. slow down there”

“nope”, satoru shrugged, almost like a stubborn child disobeying his parent, “i’ve made up my mind — i really want to make her mine”

it was a pure coincidence, or some might say fate, that you ended up in the same restaurant — he was there celebrating his birthday with a small circle of friends while you were present to honor your colleague that had just gotten a promotion at work.

satoru’s eyes relentlessly followed your every move, every gesture, from the moment you walked in and settled on the table next to his. it was rather unusual for him to be this interested in someone simply upon sight, in fact, even desiring to pursue something with someone so immediately. it was always the other way around — women would flock to him because of his looks and peculiar behavior, and of course — his money — but he would turn them down without batting an eye. love and seeking romance were never a priority for him, he did not have time nor any interest in them. but here he was, contradicting himself, being blatantly distracted by your presence while somehow trying to simulate an active conversation with his friends, more than frequently averting his gaze to look at you, his brain busy coming up with a plan to get your number by the end of the night.

it didn’t take him too long to finally make his move. he stood up from his chair and walked over to your table, stopping right behind your seat.

“excuse me”, he leaned in, placing one hand at the edge of the table and the other — at the back of your chair, “hello”, his face mere inches away from yours. taken aback by the way he, a complete stranger, had the guts to get this close to you, you turned to face him with a questioning look.

“i felt like i would regret it for the rest of my life if i didn’t come say hi to you”, he spoke.

truth be told, despite being astounded and a bit put off by his approach, you were slightly intrigued. he was handsome, pretty even — like that one oddly eye-catching cloud in a sky full of thousands that you notice as soon as you look up. the white henley shirt he was wearing made the blue in his eyes pop even more, the v-neck revealing a little bit of his well-crafted chest, just enough to leave you tiny bit wondering about the ridges of his abs beneath.

as much as the scenery up close made your cheeks feel hot, his boldness rubbed you up the wrong way, too much to let it just slide, and you snapped. “is that so? well, now that you’ve said your hi, you can go back to your table and live with no regrets for the rest of your life”, you rolled your eyes skeptically, pushing his hand off the table.

“oh, i am sorry”, he chuckled, brushing his hair back with a hand, “but there are three more things i need to do before leaving, i’m afraid”

you raised an eyebrow, questioning.

“first, let me introduce myself — i am gojo satoru, also known as the man to be your boyfriend, then your husband, and then the father of your children”, he smugly said. your eyes widening at the audacity of his declaration that left you at a loss for words. “second, i hope you don’t mind introducing yourself as well — as you are to be my girlfriend, then my wife, and then the mother of my children — it’s only natural that i know your name”, he continued, “and last but not least — i am not leaving until you give me your number so we can make this all work”

wow. this man was really fucked in the head, you were sure of it — who in the right mind would speak such nonsense to someone they just met? “you have to be joking, right?”, you laughed in genuine disbelief.

“no. i am dead serious”, he replied in a heartbeat.

“is this your move? you pull this on everyone you find remotely attractive?”, you narrowed your eyes.

“actually—”, suguru interrupted, placing a hand on satoru’s shoulder as he approached from behind, “no”, he spoke. “believe me when i tell you this — he’s never been this smooth in his entire life. i know he probably came off a bit creepy, considering the boldness of his actions — hell, even i am creeped out because it’s pretty unusual for him to act like this”, he laughed, glancing at satoru to let him know that he got his back on this. “but, what i’m trying to say is — my friend here seems to really like you as i’ve never seen him be so intense and interested in anyone before. he’s also a birthday boy today — so could you at least give him a chance before turning him down so quickly? you can come sit with us before you make up your mind on whether you want to give him your number or not?”

you thought for a second, weighing the options in your mind — he was pretty, although he annoyed you a little bit by being all bossy and arrogant as if you were compelled to belong to him just because he said so. but there was just something about him you couldn’t quite put your finger on that made you question yourself. were you actually drawn to him? you could say “no” and never hear from him again, occasionally pondering over the what-if’s and should-have’s from this night; or you could say “fuck it” and see where this strange encounter goes, and live your life without regrets — as he would say. there — he was already getting under your skin…

“well”, you sighed, “guess i’m down for that”

by the end of the night not only did you give him your number, but also a promise for a date the next day — the first of many to follow after.

“careful, you’ll wake her up”, you whisper, leaning against the doorframe of your 3-year old’s room and watching your husband place a soft peck on your daughter’s forehead.

“can’t help it”, he speaks quietly, “she looks like an angel”, before fixing the blankets around her, making sure she’s tucked in all cozily. “the nanny said she cried for papa while we were gone”, he puts a hand over his mouth to stop his lips from trembling, his eyes filled with nothing but love and tenderness, welling up and flowing from the corners.

“she’s such a daddy’s girl”, you sigh, a soft smile present on your face, “next year we can stay home and invite everyone else over — that way we won’t have to worry about missing her bedtime”.

“yea”, he hums, “let’s do that next year”, giving her one last kiss before turning off the night lamp and tiptoeing to you. “come on”, he puts a hand at the small of your back as you both walk out of the room.

“do you remember”, satoru speaks softly into your ear while walking behind you on your way to your shared bedroom, his front flat against your back, the hand at the small of it now circling around to rest over your navel, while the other — reaches for the handle of your bedroom door to push it open, “the night we first met on my birthday?”, he continues after carefully guiding you inside.

you stop in the middle of the room, his arms still wrapped around you from behind, your hands resting over his and playing with his knuckles.

“how can i not?” you chuckle, tilting your head back to let him rest his chin on your forehead, “that was one hell of a fortune telling you pulled on me back then”

“but i was right, no?”, he brushes his lips on your forehead before leaving a soft peck, “see — you’re all mine now, just like i said”, and then another, ”i made you my girlfriend first”, and another, “then i gave you my last name”, and a fourth one, “and then you gave me a beautiful daughter, made me a father”, before turning you around to face him.

“you partly owe it to suguru though — he eased me into the situation, unlike you”, you reply, humbling him like you always do. your head is nestled on his broad chest as one of his hands caress the back of it. still in his embrace, he slowly walks you towards the bed. sits at the edge of it and straddles you on his lap. his palms finding their way to the plush of your thighs draped over his, caressing them tenderly but needily as his fingertips press and then release against your flesh in quick repetitive motions.

“this is because i asked him to give me a hand in case you cut me off”, he admits, tilting his head to meet your lips, not to kiss but just to keep them brushing against each other as you speak. he loved doing this a lot.

“oh?”, you gasp into his mouth, pretending to be shocked to your core, “you wanted me so much that you of all people, the gojo satoru, had to ask someone else for help?”

“you have no idea. if that hadn’t worked, i would’ve fallen on my hands and knees and begged you to take me”, one of his hands reaching the side of your face, playing his fingers on the strands of your hair covering your cheek before tucking them behind your ear.

“hmm”, you doubt, “is that so?”, nuzzling your nose against his.

“mhmm”, he nods, “there’s nothing i wouldn’t do for you, i thought you knew that by now. it kind of hurts my feelings that you doubt me actually”, he acts offended, pursing his lips and turning his head to the side to face away from you.

“oh my, what have i done now”, you knit your brows and press your cheek against his, pretending to be very, very sorry about what you just said.

“you made the birthday boy sad”, he huffs a silly, somehow obviously forced, pout, “you’ve got to make it up to me somehow”

“i’d do anything to make the birthday boy smile again — just say the word”, you sweetly pamper, patting the top of his head.

“really?”

“really.”

“anything?”

“anything.”

“you promise not to go back on your word?”

“i promise.”

he pulls his cheek away from yours and looks you in the eyes, the blue in his shining with a darker shade of mischief now. and considering the smug smile on his face, you sigh — perhaps you just got yourself played, falling face down into his little trap.

“then”, he points at his own face, “sit on it”

to say you were surprised by his request would be a lie. he’s many times tried coaxing you into doing this in the past but somehow you managed to avoid it, part of you still shying away from it. it’s not like his tongue has never been inside you before. but riding it as if it were his cock seemed way more obscene in your head than anything you two have ever done previously — and you’ve done pretty much a lot.

“well”, you sigh in defeat, seems like the time has finally come, “today’s your lucky day”, you say as you get up from his lap and turn your back — a signal for him to unzip your dress — to which, of course, he immediately complies.

“as it should be”, his crafty fingers work the slider down, slowly peeling the dress off your body and letting it fall on the floor, followed by your lace thong and bra, “it’s my birthday after all”

“the way you always find a way to make things go your way gets on my nerves so much”, you turn around again and push him on the bed and slowly climb on top of him to straddle his chest.

“make a wish before you blow the candle”, you look down at him, your pussy close to his face, the scent of you tickling his nostrils, and he, instinctively almost, takes a deeper breath, rolling his eyes back and hissing with delight.

“freak”, you quickly look away, embarrassed, but he cups your cheeks, forcing you to look at him again, “i want you to look at me as you ride my face”, his voice comes out breathy, “will you do that for the birthday boy?”

you nod into his palms, “you’re insufferable” — “suffocate me then”, he coos through a grin, grabbing your knees to pull you forward until you’re above his face.

“jerk”, you say, but softly, as you lower your cunt on his willing mouth, landing your softness on his face in slow motion, immediately earning a throaty groan from him that shudders through your pussy lips.

satoru breathes deeply in and out with your heat on his mouth, the scent of you hitting his lungs and even below, reaching all the way down to his groin to further nurture his cock already throbbing in his slacks. his hand reaching down to unbuckle them slightly, to give more space for his hard-on to grow freely.

“mowe”, he muffles incoherently into your pussy, grabbing a handful of your ass cheeks to push you against his face, tilting his head up and down, jutting his jaw up and out to meet you.

you whimper at the friction, your clit bumping and rubbing against his nose as his lips are kissing your folds, his tongue slowly poking at your entrance with the tip before darting in — twirling around your walls — and out.

“nghh…s-sa-t-to—”, you barely cry out his name, tugging at his hair, mercilessly pulling him into your heat. as much as you hated to admit it, you loved this position. your embarrassment long gone and forgotten, you ride his face in a haze, your pussy getting wetter against his mouth and your movements — faster and harder each moment.

“heawen on my fongwue”, he groans. if he could speak properly right now, he would probably make the nastiest, dirtiest remarks, shamelessly walk you through every single thing he was feeling as you rocked your hips back and forth, grinding on his face. he would probably say something about your boobs, too. how they looked so pretty jiggling ever so slightly from the movement. he can’t speak right now, yes, but he can still get his thoughts reach you through actions — his hands run along your belly, gripping your breasts from below, squeezing and squishing them inside of his palms.

you clutch his hands with yours, “i can’t hold this position for too long”, and force them down on your hips for support. you hear him say something through a loud groan but it’s barely recognizable — most likely just him cursing “fuck” and “baby” from pleasure under your pussy, but also from the ego boost you just gave him — that he can make you weak but at the same time desperate enough to want to continue — despite your hips giving up — not only with his cock but his mouth alone, too.

you let him take over as you chase your high, weighing on his face as his hands grip on your hips, dictating your every move, composing the tune of your hips. his tongue is no more sliding in and out as he makes you grind harder on his face — it stays in, continuously licking your sweet spot clean.

“f-fuck, fuck, fuck…”, you curse loudly, reaching your hands to grab the head of the bed and hammer your pussy harder into his face, squeezing every last drop of strength left in your already cramping muscles until you cum, shuddering on his mouth.

“mfff”, he groans throatily into your hole, sucking and slurping your juices. his hips buck in the air, helplessly searching for friction to soothe his aching cock. his half-unbuckled pants are drenched with precum, leaking out from his tip through his boxers and out through the cloth of his pants, visibly staining them.

you can’t see but it’s easy to figure out from the way the bed bounces up and down as his ass meets the mattress after every time his hips fall down. “how cute”, you utter as you try to calm down your breathing, cunt still resting over his face.

his eyes are half closed, rolling back and hiding their blue away. all he needs is a little push, a little rub, you know it. you know it by the way his tongue has stopped moving inside you, by the way his hands have loosened the grip on your flesh, by the way his shortened moans have grown into one long and steady groan coming from the bottom of his throat — his entire brain solely focused on the muscles of his lower body that is searching, almost beggingly, for relief.

you lean your upper body back a little, just enough to make it easier to reach his shaft while still sitting on his face. “since you’re the birthday boy”, you drag your words out as you place your hand on his clothed cock, feeling the wetness that’s emerged from beneath against your palm, “i’ll give you a hand.”

his ass cheeks tense and squeeze as he presses his hips against your touch, ferociously rubbing his clothed cock on the flesh of your open palm. his groans get louder as he bucks his hips under your hand, pushing them up to meet your hand harder and faster each time — just the way he forces his cock into your tight cunt as he nears — until the last three thrusts that he always prolongs in order to properly and completely pump his seed out.

the inside of your hand feels hot against his clothed cock as he seeps himself out, the stickiness of his cum absorbing itself into the material of his pants and emerging through it to reach the skin of your palm.

you lift yourself up a little only to plop your body down next to his. his mouth, cheeks, chin, even his nose, are covered in his spit and your cum, all mixed in.

“shit, baby”, he laughs, breathing deeply in and out of his mouth, overwhelmed by the whole experience, “what the hell did you just do to me”

“do you really need me to verbalize what just happened”

“yes”

“no”, you slap his cheek with the back of your hand, softly, before rolling on your side to rest your head on the left side of his chest, kissing it tenderly. “happy birthday”

“it really is”, he whispers, tracing a heart shape over the skin of your exposed cheek with his fingertip, “with you, it always is”

“did your wish come true by any chance?”, you tilt your head to look at him.

“not yet. but i’ll work on it later tonight. for now, i’ll let you catch your breath”

“wait, wait.”, you raise a brow, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“my love”, he clears his throat, “do you remember how i said, when we first met, that you’d be the mother of my children?”

“yea? am i not?”

“children”, he stresses.

“oh.”, it finally hits you.

“one more to go”

#ઈઉ — ai writes #[ ♡ ] — satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut

5K notes · View notes

synity · 2 months ago

Note

Can you please write Y/N is a oldest daughter and Jun always by her side and help her with everything she need even when she never ask

OPEN ARMS

(Wen Junhui x FemReader)

*Soft angst, comfort, slow romance*

Being the eldest daughter meant a lot of things.

It meant folding clothes while your younger siblings watched cartoons. It meant wiping away your own tears so your mother didn’t have to worry. It meant walking on tiptoe around your father's moods, biting your tongue when you wanted to scream, and carrying burdens in silence because well, someone had to.

It meant growing up too fast.

You never had to be told twice that your role was to hold everything together.

And most days, you did it without thinking juggling school, work, home, helping your siblings with homework, taking care of your parents when they were tired, cooking dinner, managing bills. You did it all, smiled through it, even when your knees buckled under the weight.

But what no one ever seemed to notice… was how tired you really were.

Except for him.

Wen Junhui.

He wasn’t your boyfriend, at least not yet. You wouldn’t call him a best friend either. He was… just there. Like a quiet, steady wind in the background of your storm. You met him in university he’d been part of your theater class, always loud and smiling, while you were the silent, responsible one who came and left early to catch the train home.

But for some reason, he stayed.

And stayed.

Until it became normal for him to help you carry your books. To text you to eat. To drop off vitamin packets at your door during midterms. To walk you to the station even when you insisted he didn’t have to. To show up at your part-time job with hot tea and say, “Just happened to be around.”

But you knew better.

Jun always knew where to find you. And he always helped. Even when you never asked.

One rainy Wednesday night

You were carrying a bag of groceries in one hand and a stack of your sister’s school art supplies in the other, soaked to the bone. The strap of your bag had broken and your phone had died. Your chest ached from how tightly you were trying to hold everything together. The streetlights were flickering as you walked home, the wind sharp and cold, your arms trembling from the weight.

And suddenly

An umbrella covered you.

A familiar voice. “Why didn’t you wait for me?”

You blinked, breath caught. “Jun, how did you?”

“I called. You didn’t pick up. So I came.” He took the grocery bag from you without waiting. His hand brushed yours warm, solid. “You should’ve called me.”

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you whispered, looking down.

His sigh was soft. “Y/N. You don’t have to carry everything alone.”

“I’m the eldest,” you replied without thinking, voice cracking on the edges. “It’s my job.”

Jun didn’t say anything for a moment. But then, he placed the umbrella handle in your hand and reached out gently wiping away the tear you hadn’t realized had fallen.

“You’re allowed to rest too.”

He was always there.

When your little brother got sick and you had to run between home and pharmacy, Jun was the one who showed up with soup and stayed to clean the dishes.

When your mother snapped at you during dinner out of her own stress, Jun held your hand under the table until it stopped shaking.

When your boss yelled at you unfairly and you cried in the breakroom, Jun was the first to show up outside with bubble tea and a stupid dance to make you smile.

He never asked anything in return.

Never once said, “You owe me.”

But one day, you broke.

It was after a long week your father had fallen ill, your sister was behind in school, and your manager had threatened to cut your hours.

You came home to find the water heater broken, and the living room flooded.

You sat on the floor, soaked, surrounded by the smell of damp socks and soap, and cried. The kind of crying that comes from the bones, from a place so tired it no longer remembers how to hope.

And just like always, Jun showed up.

“Where’s the mop?” he asked softly, crouching beside you.

You couldn’t even speak. Just shook your head, covering your face.

“I’m here,” he whispered, rubbing your back gently. “You don’t have to say anything.”

He didn’t ask questions. Just stood up, rolled up his sleeves, and started cleaning. You watched him through blurry eyes how careful he was, how gentle, how patient.

You didn’t realize how long he stayed until the living room was dry, your tears had stopped, and he was sitting beside you, arm loosely wrapped around your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you said hoarsely. “For always making you come save me.”

“You didn’t make me do anything,” Jun replied softly. “I wanted to.”

You looked up. His eyes were kind but serious.

“Do you know how strong you are, Y/N? How much I admire you?”

You didn’t speak. He reached over, tucking a damp strand of hair behind your ear.

“But even the strongest people need someone to lean on sometimes. Let me be that for you.”

Later that week, you asked him something.

“Why do you help me so much?”

Jun smiled, but it wasn’t playful this time. It was quiet. Honest.

“Because I see you.”

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

“I see you, Y/N. The way you carry everyone. The way you smile when you’re hurting. The way you give and give, even when you’re running on empty. I see it.”

And then, softer: “And I love you for it.”

Your heart stopped.

“I don’t want anything from you,” he said, eyes gentle. “I just want to be by your side. To be the person you don’t have to be strong around.”

Years later

When you stood at the altar, dressed in white, you remembered every moment Jun had been there.

When your father gave you away, his hands trembling with age, you remembered how Jun had helped you convince him to take his medication.

When your little sister hugged you tightly, crying happy tears, you remembered how Jun helped her pass her exams when you couldn’t.

And when Jun held your hands in his, whispering vows you didn’t need to hear to believe you smiled.

Because in a world where you had to be strong for everyone…

He had always been strong for you.

And the best part was you never had to ask.

444 notes · View notes

starboye · 2 months ago

Text

everybody knows im a good boy officer

never did you think you'd be talking to a police officer this fine when you woke up this morning but here you are sat in front of what appears to be named officer bradford "im telling you i didnt see or hear anything" you sat across from him arms folded with a stubborn attitude

"really, you're telling me you hear gunshots outside your apartment and you dont check it out" he leans forward trying to intimidate you but it only made him look hotter "you're kinda hot" you randomly say throwing him off a little "like the whole tough guy act really works for you" you bite your lip a little trying to flirt

"sir lets keep this professional please" tim tries to get back to the investigation at hand but you jeep going with light flirting "what's you name mr officer" you ask "officer tim bradford" he sternly replies "that has a nice ring to it of you're moaning it" you smirk at the blush forming on his cheeks

"and i think that concludes this questioning, you can go now" tim was quick to get up and walk out of the room, he could feel you staring at him as he left, as you walked out the police station you saw the one and only officer bradford sitting in his cruiser and walked up to the window

"hi officer, do you think you can give nice man a ride home" you asks with a seductive voice, and to be fair tim hadn't had any sexual action in a while other than his own hand and a phone screen of porn so he had only a little hesitation to letting you in

you didnt even make it two blocks away from the police station before you were both making out in the backseat in some empty alley "is this very officer like of you mr bradford" you teased him grinding yourself on his clothed crotch before trying to pull his pants down hume stopped you "mm mm i cant take the uniform off" he grips both of you wrists with one hand

"well i do love a man in uniform" you unzip his fly to let his hard cock out, already dripping precum from the tip, tim smack your ass a little before using some of his spit as lube to slide his cock in you, letting out a breathy fuck as he bounces you up and down on his cock, his fingers digging into your waist more and more

"fuck you're so tight" he grunts while his hips start moving on their own, thrusting upward unto you for more friction "yeah fuck me harder officer im your good boy" you moan, tim lifting up your shirt to kiss all over your chest, pinching his nipples with his teeth making you twitch in his touch

"im gonna cum fuck im gonna cum" you moan out moving to jerk your cock before spurting it all over tims shirt "my turn" he smirks lifting you off his dick and pushing you on your knees to shove your mouth onto his cock again, gripping both side of your head to face fuck your mouth "fuckkkkk" he throws his head back with a loud groan

"take it all like a good boy" he shoots his load in your mouth and making sure to fuck it down your throat, listening to how you gagged around him as you swallowed his cum, after a couple minutes of silence you speak up "sorry for the mess on your uniform" you chuckle climbing up to sit on the seat "oh no problem ill just get it cleaned" he reassured "so what number should i call if i wanna see you again tim" you ask "911" he smirks

xoxo, starboye💋

taglist: @mailmango @boypied @ghostking4m @gayaristocrat @addictedtomalepits @staarb0y @crispysoup318 @its-ares @gargoylesworld09 @znerac @r0mcom-8ngel

#tim bradford #tim bradford x reader #tim bradford x male reader #x male reader #x male y/n #x male #gay #male reader #gay smut #x male smut #bottom male reader #tim bradford x y/n #tim bradford x you #tim bradford imagine #the rookie

725 notes · View notes

koyagifs · 3 months ago

Text

𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

pairing: ot8 x f!reader x jongho au: non idol | friends to ??? genre: angst with comfort word count: 5.7 k synopsis: always the bridesmaid never the bride warning(s): mean girls, cursing

enjoyed the post? check out my masterlist!

You’ve been friends with the boys for as long as you can remember. You were there for their first heartbreaks, their walks of shame, even their full-blown fuckboy eras. People always assumed you’d end up with one of them, but the truth is, you only ever saw them as friends—nothing more. Sure, a few of them confessed along the way, and maybe you even gave it a shot once or twice, only to mutually agree that you were better off as just friends.

You remember it clearly: standing as a bridesmaid at Hongjoong’s wedding. Not because she wanted you there—no, but because Hongjoong begged you to be part of it. And honestly, it only made things look worse between you and her. You had to reassure her over and over that there was nothing between you and Hongjoong. But you still remember overhearing her talking behind your back, telling her friends that you were desperate for him, that you begged to be part of the wedding. But that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Then came Seonghwa’s partner. The sweetest girl—you had to admit, you liked her a lot more than Hongjoong’s wife. When she found out just how close you were with the boys, she didn’t waste time confronting you. She invited you out for coffee, and the two of you sat across from each other at a quiet little café.

“So, tell me… do you like any of them? Just be honest with me,” she asked, her voice so gentle it twisted your stomach.

“No,” you answered, keeping your tone steady. “We’re just friends. But if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll distance myself so you can feel more comfortable.” You offered it freely, even though you knew deep down she just wanted you gone.

When Seonghwa proposed, she didn’t waste any time asking you to be her bridesmaid. How could you possibly say no, especially when Seonghwa’s eyes lit up at the thought of having his closest friend by his side? You couldn’t deny him that.

Still, it felt like déjà vu. Hongjoong’s wife was the maid of honor, and while you didn’t care—not really, far from it—you couldn’t shake the worry gnawing at you. Deep down, you feared they’d team up and start speaking ill of you, just like before.

Everyone had gathered at your house to celebrate Yunho’s recent proposal to his girlfriend—the one he’d kept a secret from you. And it stung. God, it hurt more than you wanted to admit, because you had always been the closest to Yunho.

But when you met her, you swallowed that pain and offered her your genuine congratulations. Only to be met with a sharp dismissal.

“Thanks,” she replied, a tight smile on her lips. “But I’m sure you’re jealous. I mean, that’s what Hongjoong’s and Seonghwa’s wives keep telling me.”

Your eyes flicked to Yunho, silently pleading for him to step in. But he only let out an awkward laugh before gently guiding her away, leaving you standing there, humiliated. Not only had he failed to defend you—he let her insult you, as if you meant nothing at all.

Once again, you were handed the role of bridesmaid. Without hesitation, you pushed the gift basket back toward her and Yunho, who looked genuinely confused.

“But… you were there for hyung’s weddings as their bridesmaid,” he said, his brows furrowed.

“And I’ll still be there, Yunho,” you replied softly, “as a guest.”

“I want you there by my side, Y/n. I mean… like a bridesmaid,” Yunho mumbled, almost as if he was embarrassed to admit it.

You let out a quiet breath, keeping your tone gentle but firm. “Yunho, this is about you and your fiancée. You can’t just choose her bridesmaids for her. That’s not fair.”

His fiancée looked at you, surprise flickering across her face—as if, for the first time, something finally clicked. Like she could finally see the truth: you really did love the boys, but only as friends.

Gently, she pushed the basket back toward you, her eyes meeting yours properly now. "It would mean a lot to me," she said softly, "since you mean a lot to Yunho."

And once again, you found yourself at another wedding—another bridesmaid.

Seonghwa’s and Hongjoong’s wives watched you from across the room, seething, as Yunho’s wife laughed freely beside you on the dance floor. Her hand curled around yours as you danced together, pure happiness on her face, while Yunho twirled Mingi nearby, both of them grinning like kids.

It felt… lighter this time.

Earlier, Yeosang had introduced you to his girlfriend. To your surprise, she’d been nothing but warm, extending an olive branch you hadn’t expected. She knew about your history with Yeosang—that the two of you had tried, had cared, but ultimately chose friendship over something more.

“I trust him,” she’d told you sincerely, “and I understand his love for you. It’s different, and that’s okay.”

Relief washed over you like a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in for far too long. For the first time in a while, you felt like maybe, just maybe, not everyone saw you as the enemy.

The three wives sat stiffly in Yeosang’s shared home with his now fiancée, the air thick with unspoken tension. Yunho’s wife shifted uncomfortably in her seat as Yeosang’s fiancée set down the glasses of wine in front of them, her movements calm, deliberate.

She took a seat across from them, her gaze steady as she raised a brow at the trio.

“So,” she began, her tone light but laced with something sharper beneath, “do you all just hate Yn, or am I missing something here?”

Yunho’s wife hesitated, her eyes flicking between the others. “It’s not that simple,” she said weakly, voice low. “I… I don’t hate her.”

But Seonghwa’s and Hongjoong’s wives scoffed almost in unison, sharing a glance heavy with unspoken bitterness.

Yeosang’s fiancée smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Hmm. Feels pretty simple to me.”

Seonghwa’s wife bristled, her lips curling into a tight frown. “She’s always there,” she snapped. “Always in the middle of things that don’t concern her.”

“And don’t act like she’s innocent,” Hongjoong’s wife added sharply. “She plays the friend card, but everyone knows she wants more.”

Yeosang fiancee eyes twinkled, " that's so funny because if i recall, she didn't date any of your husbands. In fact, she dated my fiancée,” Yeosang’s fiancée finished smoothly, her gaze sharpening like a blade behind her polite smile. She let the weight of her words hang heavy in the air, watching as Hongjoong’s wife stiffened and Seonghwa’s wife frowned deeply.

“Yet here I am,” she continued, her tone light but cutting, “perfectly content, because they ended things like adults. Friends. No lingering feelings, no sneaking around, no secret messages at midnight.”

Her eyes flicked pointedly to Hongjoong’s wife, then Seonghwa’s. “Can you say the same?”

The question wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be.

Yunho’s wife shifted uncomfortably, her gaze dropping to the untouched glass of wine in front of her. “That’s not fair,” she murmured, though even she didn’t sound convinced.

Yeosang’s fiancée’s smile widened, never reaching her eyes. “What’s not fair,” she replied smoothly, “is dragging her name through the mud because you’re all too afraid to admit she’s never been the problem.”

She let out a sigh, taking a long gulp of her wine, the glass lingering in her hand as she looked at each of them, one by one. Her voice was calm, but there was a certain finality in her words that made the room feel heavier.

"Imagine how it must feel," she began, her tone softer now, almost pitying. "To be the only girl in a male group. She's already fighting the world on the outside, so why would you want to be her enemies?"

Her eyes flicked across the table, a small smirk tugging at her lips as she continued, “She knows more about them than any of us ever will, and you know what? I’m perfectly okay with that. She’s earned it.”

The room felt smaller somehow as she spoke, as if her words were slowly closing in. She paused, glancing down at her glass before looking back up.

"And I think she must be so lonely," Yeosang’s fiancée added, her voice quiet, but carrying a weight all its own. "Because she has no other girl friends. When I asked about you three, she never once spoke ill of you. Not a single word. She always talked about how you made the boys happy, and that's all she ever wanted for them—happiness."

There was a quiet shift in the room, the silence pressing down as her words sank in, leaving a strange kind of tension in the air. The wives exchanged uneasy glances, but no one spoke.

“Now, I’m not expecting any sudden friendships between you two,” Yeosang’s fiancée continued, her voice cutting through the heavy silence. “Considering when Yeosang introduced us, you two were quick to bad-mouth her. Honestly, it’s trashy and childish. Grow the fuck up.”

She let the words land, her gaze unyielding as she turned to Yunho’s wife, who had remained quiet up until now. Her eyes narrowed, sharp and calculating.

“As for you…” She said, her tone softening just a touch, but the warning was clear. “You cannot let them walk all over you. I’m not saying pick a side, but I am saying—be a grown-ass woman. Make your own decisions.”

The room fell silent, Yunho’s wife looking down, caught in the weight of her words.

Yeosang’s fiancée didn’t wait for a response. She simply took another sip of her wine, her composure unwavering.

Here you were, at another wedding—this time, for San. And once again, you found yourself as a bridesmaid. But this time, it was different.

She asked for your opinion on everything, as if her dream wedding had become a reflection of yours. She molded it into something that felt so familiar, so personal, it nearly broke you to see it. She didn’t even realize it, of course. She was too wrapped up in the excitement to notice the way it stung. The way it felt like something that should’ve been yours was now being worn by someone else.

Yeosang’s and Yunho’s wives wanted to step in, wanted to say something. They saw it too—the way you seemed to shrink with each decision she made, each choice that echoed what you’d once dreamed of. But you asked them not to. You begged them, not wanting to make a scene, not wanting to ruin her day.

But as the wedding decorations unfolded, it felt like your heart was being shredded piece by piece. Things you’d once shared with San, things you had trusted him with, were now part of someone else’s reality. She didn’t even know.

Later, in the bathroom, you broke down. Alone, hidden away, the hurt poured out of you in quiet sobs. The betrayal you felt was overwhelming. You cried into their arms—Yeosang’s and Yunho’s wives, who had quietly followed you when they saw the tears. They held you, their silence speaking volumes.

They didn’t need to say anything. The weight of the hurt was too much to put into words.

Mingi's wedding came and went, and honestly, your mind blanked out on most of it. It wasn’t because of how the wedding looked—it was beautiful in its own way—but because of what it represented: one of the worst weddings you’d attended for the boys.

It wasn’t the ceremony or the decor, no. It was the way his now-wife bullied you into being her bridesmaid. When you first said no, it wasn’t just the end of it. Mingi showed up at your door the very next day, tears in his eyes, asking if you hated him so much that you couldn’t be by his side on his special day.

You knew it wasn’t about the wedding for him. It was about not wanting to disappoint his fiancée, about the pressure to make her happy, about his need to make sure everything was perfect—even if it meant pushing you into a role you didn’t want.

You held back your own tears as you let him in, your heart breaking for him even as you tried to explain how hurtful it felt. But the more you tried to explain, the more he seemed to spiral. You couldn’t say no to Mingi—not when he looked at you like that, not when he asked you, so vulnerably, if you were turning your back on him.

In the end, you reluctantly agreed. But the truth was, every step you took down that aisle, every moment you stood there, was a reminder of how you’d been cornered into something that felt wrong. The fake smile you wore couldn’t hide the ache in your chest.

And Mingi? He never noticed. He was too wrapped up in making his fiancée happy.

You honestly didn’t know how you got here.

One moment, you were simply attending another fitting for Wooyoung’s wedding, and the next, you were holding a maid of honor card, your name written in elegant calligraphy that felt like it mocked you.

You had declined it. Again and again and again. Politely at first. Then firmly. Then desperately, hoping they would understand.

But now, here he was, sitting in your living room like he belonged there—because, in truth, he always did.

“Why do you keep saying no, Yn?” Wooyoung asked, his lower lip jutting out into a pout that almost broke you. “Did we do something? Did I do something?”

You felt your heart squeeze painfully tight in your chest. Quickly, you shook your head, offering him a soft, bittersweet smile as you reached for his hand. He let you take it, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a way that was so comfortingly familiar it almost made you cry.

“God, no, Woo,” you whispered, voice tight with the storm of emotions you were barely keeping at bay. “I’m so excited for you. For her. For your future together.”

He smiled, but it faltered as you continued.

“I just… why not her best friend?” you asked softly, voice almost breaking. “Why me? She barely knows me.”

Wooyoung’s brows furrowed, his eyes searching yours with a sincerity that made it even harder to hold your ground. “Because it was her choice,” he said earnestly. “I asked her to pick whoever she wanted, Yn. And she chose you.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

“She said… no one knows me like you do,” he continued, squeezing your hand gently. “No one knows how to calm me when I’m nervous. No one’s seen me at my worst and still rooted for me the way you have. She wanted me to have you by my side, because you’ve always been there—even before her.”

Your eyes burned as you swallowed back the lump rising in your throat.

“But Woo… isn’t that exactly the reason I shouldn’t?” you whispered. “Because I’ve always been there? Because I’ve carried every part of you that someone else should’ve carried by now?”

His face softened even more, pain flickering behind his eyes. For a moment, he was silent. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said:

“I need you there, Yn. Please.”

And how could you ever say no to Wooyoung, when he said your name like that?

You should have said no. You should have.

But here you were, at the head table, lights a little too bright, eyes a little too many, your heart barely holding itself together beneath the practiced calm of your expression.

The glass in your hand trembled just the tiniest bit as you smiled — wide, warm, convincing, you hoped — directing your words as much as you could toward her.

“I have to say,” you started, your voice bright, almost cheerful, though it rang hollow in your own ears, “from the moment I met you, I knew you were special.”

A pause. A swallow.

“You make Wooyoung shine in a way even the stage never could,” you continued, eyes glistening. “You make him better, stronger. And, selfishly, I’ll admit — I’m grateful to you for that.”

The crowd let out soft, fond laughter. Wooyoung beamed, his eyes never leaving you, but you refused to look at him. You kept your gaze pinned to her, like she was the only person in the room. Like she was your whole audience. Maybe she was.

“I know what it means,” you pushed through, lifting your glass higher, “to stand beside him, to know his heart, to carry his wild, beautiful chaos. And I know you will do it with a grace I never could.”

You bit your cheek hard enough to taste copper.

“To the woman who holds Wooyoung’s heart,” you finished, your voice thick but steady, “may you cherish it always. And may you both have a lifetime of laughter, of joy, of love.”

You raised your glass. The room erupted in applause. She smiled at you — a smile that made your stomach twist — and for a second, you felt something inside you crack wide open.

Then, to your surprise, she stood as well.

The applause faded as she set her glass down, her eyes warm and glistening as they found yours.

“If I can say something,” she began, her voice gentle but clear, “I want to thank you, Yn.”

Your breath hitched.

" for always being the bridesmaid, and never the bride." She said.

a few gasp came from the table as your eyes widen with fear. Wooyoung looked shocked but he stayed silent.

She smirked, like the words had been sitting on her tongue for months just waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

“You see,” she continued, her eyes glinting as she slowly picked up her glass again, turning it thoughtfully between her fingers, “it’s funny how you always end up in this position. Right beside our boys… but never with them.”

The gasp from the table lingered in the air like thick smoke, choking.

Your throat tightened painfully, but you forced your chin up, tried to mask the sudden rush of heat prickling behind your eyes. You wouldn’t cry. Not here. Not in front of them.

Not again.

Wooyoung's face twisted into something unreadable — part confusion, part panic, and part something much deeper that you couldn't name. But still, he said nothing. He didn't move.

Her eyes flicked to him for a brief moment, just enough to catch his reaction, before landing back on you like a predator enjoying the final moment before pouncing.

“You've been so patient," she purred, "watching us all find our happiness while you cheer from the sidelines. Always the best friend. Always the supportive one.” She took a sip of her wine, her lips curling as she swallowed. “But let’s be honest, Yn. No matter how hard you try, no matter how many speeches you give, or dresses you wear — you’ll never be the one in white.”

Silence. Utter, deafening silence.

It felt like the whole world had stopped breathing.

Your chest burned, your hands tightening so hard around your glass you were afraid it might shatter. You felt the sting of humiliation rise up your neck, hot and sharp, threatening to drown you whole.

And still, no one — no one — came to your defense.

Not even Wooyoung.

Not even the man whose wedding you stood at, heart bleeding out quietly inside your chest.

So you slowly set your glass down, giving your best smile. " i wish you and wooyoung nothing but the best... thank you for inviting me."

and you walked. When you reached the entrance doors, your footing got caught as you caught yourself onto the building, a choked sob finally releasing.

Your hand trembled against the wall, the cold surface grounding you for a moment as your breath stuttered out, shaky and raw. The echo of her words — “never the one in white” — slammed against your chest over and over, like cruel waves dragging you under.

Your vision blurred, hot tears finally spilling free as you pressed your lips together to muffle the sob clawing its way out of your throat.

Behind you, the wedding roared on like nothing happened. Music. Laughter. Glasses clinking.

Their celebration.

Your heartbreak.

You squeezed your eyes shut, praying the ground would just swallow you whole. Maybe then, you wouldn’t have to carry the weight of this moment forever.

“Yn!”

A voice cut through the haze.

Not hers.

Not his.

You didn’t turn right away, too afraid of who it might be. Too afraid they’d see you like this — broken, humiliated, and small.

But you felt a hand, warm and familiar, curl around your wrist.

“Yn, please,” Yunho’s wife whispered, her brows furrowed in worry. Her eyes searched your face like she was looking for the pieces to put you back together. “Come with me.”

Before you could protest, she gently tugged you away from the entrance, shielding you from the glances of curious guests.

Her grip never wavered, not until she found a quieter corner, far from the celebration. Yeosang’s fiancée was already there, pacing like a storm ready to break. When she saw you, her expression crumpled into fury and concern all at once.

“They’re monsters,” she seethed, coming to your side. “She humiliated you on purpose, Yn. And he—” her voice cracked with disbelief, “Wooyoung just let her.”

Your lips parted to respond, but nothing came out. You could only shake your head, tears still streaming silently down your cheeks.

Yunho’s wife swallowed hard, blinking back her own tears of frustration as she cupped your face with trembling hands. “You don’t deserve this,” she whispered fiercely. “You never did.”

Yeosang’s fiancée stepped closer, fire blazing in her eyes. “You’ve always been there for them. For all of them. But who’s here for you, Yn? We are.”

You let out a shaky breath, finally allowing yourself to collapse into their arms. They held you tightly, as if their embrace could stitch back the pieces of your shattered heart.

And for the first time that night, you let yourself fall.

You swiped at your cheeks, but the tears wouldn’t stop. The photos stared back at you — bright smiles frozen in time, laughter captured on glossy paper. You and Wooyoung, arms slung around each other. San making silly faces behind you. Mingi, mid-laugh, eyes crinkled with pure joy. Yunho, Yeosang, Jongho, Seonghwa… all of them.

Your boys.

Your family.

Your heart squeezed painfully in your chest. Were these ever real? Or were you just a stand-in, the eternal placeholder until someone better came along? The girl who was always convenient, always supportive, but never the one.

Your phone buzzed again. And again. And again.

You didn’t need to look to know the names lighting up your screen. Missed calls from Yunho. Voicemails from Yeosang’s wife. Messages from Mingi, San, Jongho, Hongjoong even Seonghwa.

Wooyoung too.

A fresh wave of pain crashed over you at the thought of him. Of his stupid pout when he asked you to be maid of honor. Of the way he smiled at you like you were irreplaceable, like you mattered — only to watch him sit there at that table, silent, as his bride took a knife to your heart in front of everyone.

Your hands trembled as you pressed them against your face, muffling the sound of your sob.

Why didn’t he say anything? Why didn’t any of them?

The unfairness of it all lodged in your throat like glass shards. You’d given them everything. You were there when they cried, when they fell, when the world turned its back on them — and now, they let the world laugh at you.

You dragged your knees to your chest, curling into a tight ball as your phone finally fell silent.

But even in the quiet, your mind screamed.

Was it all a lie? Were you ever really loved?

Your gaze flickered back to the wall of photos, a single tear trailing down your cheek.

And for the first time, instead of seeing memories — you saw goodbyes.

Jongho stared at his hyungs who were all seated at his apartment, all of them looking like a kicked puppy as they stared at the table. Jongho let out a sigh as he finally spoke.

" what the fuck happened you guys? I leave to the states for a few years and i come back to a shit show?"

Jongho’s voice cracked through the thick tension in the air like a whip, sharp and unforgiving.

The rest of the boys flinched as if they’d been struck.

No one answered at first. Just the heavy weight of regret sitting on their shoulders, pressing them further into their seats. Yunho ran a hand through his hair, eyes red-rimmed like he hadn’t slept in days. Mingi's leg bounced anxiously under the table. San chewed at his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Wooyoung — normally loud and brash — looked like a shadow of himself, hollow and pale.

Seonghwa finally cleared his throat, voice hoarse. “It’s... complicated.”

“Complicated?” Jongho snapped, eyes narrowing dangerously. “No. What’s complicated is you all were supposed to protect her. She 's our friend.”

Silence.

Painful, suffocating silence.

Hongjoong’s hands were clasped tightly together, knuckles bone-white. He swallowed thickly, eyes pinned to the grain of Jongho’s table. “We let her down.”

“That,” Jongho spat, “is an understatement.”

His fists slammed onto the table, making everyone jump.

“She’s not answering my calls,” Jongho went on, voice strained between fury and heartbreak. “You know why? Because the only family she had humiliated her in front of an entire room full of strangers. Because of you guys.”

Wooyoung’s head shot up then, his eyes glassy. “I-I tried to stop her—”

“Did you?” Jongho cut in coldly. “You sat there. You fucking sat there, Woo. She needed you.”

“I didn’t know she was going to say that!” Wooyoung's voice cracked as he nearly shouted, chest heaving. “I swear, Jongho, I didn’t know—”

“That’s the problem!” Jongho fired back. “You should’ve known.”

The weight of his words dragged the room deeper into despair.

Yeosang, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke, his voice soft but sharp. “She asked us not to intervene, Jongho. She begged us to let it go.”

“That was her protecting you,” Jongho snapped bitterly, pacing now. “That was her, as always, thinking about you first.”

Another long pause.

“You know what’s the worst part?” Jongho whispered, his gaze lowering. “She loved you guys more than herself. Always has. And this is how you repaid her.”

They all sat frozen, like statues carved from guilt and shame.

“She deserved better,” Jongho finished quietly. “So much better.”

Silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating.

And then, softly — Wooyoung’s voice broke through.

“What do we do now?”

Jongho looked at him, jaw tight. " nothing. Do nothing until i figure it out."

The knock at your door startled you — you weren’t expecting anyone.

But the moment you swung it open, your breath caught in your chest before it came rushing out in a joyful gasp. Without thinking, you threw yourself into Jongho’s arms, a bright smile stretching across your face. His familiar chuckle rumbled in his chest as he caught you effortlessly, spinning you around like you weighed nothing.

“You’re back,” you cried out, your voice trembling with relief.

His smile — that gummy, heart-flipping smile you’d missed so desperately — made your pulse stutter. He set you down but kept you close, his hands cradling your face before he pulled you into a deep, breath-stealing kiss.

You melted against him, all the pain, the loneliness, and the weight on your chest slipping away as his lips moved with yours. For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt like you were home.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he whispered against your lips, his forehead resting against yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut, your fingers curling into his shirt as you whispered back, voice thick with emotion, “I’ve missed you too…”

Jongho gently brushed your hair away from your face, his fingertips lingering as his eyes roamed over your features. His heart clenched at the exhaustion etched into you — in the dullness of your eyes, the faint tremble in your smile. Guilt twisted in his chest, sharp and relentless.

“You look so tired, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice soft but thick with concern.

You hummed softly, snuggling closer to his chest, letting his warmth soothe the lingering sting in your heart. “You have no idea…” you whispered, your voice laced with quiet exhaustion.

His chin rested gently on top of your head, his arms tightening around you protectively. “I just might,” he murmured, a bittersweet edge in his tone. “I missed you at Wooyoung’s wedding.”

You froze in his embrace, your body tensing as he slowly pulled you away just enough to see your face. His heart twisted at the sight of your tears slipping down once again.

“You were there?” your voice broke, barely above a whisper.

Jongho’s expression softened with guilt as he nodded. “I was,” he admitted quietly. “And I heard everything. Honey, I’m so sorry—if I had known…”

You shook your head, cutting him off, your eyes glistening. “No one could’ve known, Jjongie…” you murmured, your voice trembling as you forced a small, sad smile.

Jongho gently took your left hand in his, his thumb brushing over your bare ring finger with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. You looked up at him, eyes meeting his with silent questions swimming beneath the surface.

A small, hopeful smile tugged at his lips. “Well,” he said softly, voice full of quiet conviction, “maybe it’s time you put the ring back on?”

Your heart stuttered at his words, your gaze flickering from his eyes to your hand, and back again, as if you were afraid to hope—but unable to stop yourself.

Your leg bounced nervously, the anxiety twisting in your chest as you fidgeted with the ring on your wedding finger. Your eyes stayed fixed on Jongho as he buttoned up his shirt, every movement of his steady hands a quiet contrast to your restless energy.

He caught your gaze in the mirror, his expression softening. “We can cancel,” he said gently, turning to face you fully. “Keep us a secret a little longer, if that’s what you want.”

His voice held no pressure, only concern — an offer of comfort in the storm of your nerves.

You shook your head, a quiet but firm no, as you rose to your feet and closed the space between you. His hands instinctively found your hips, grounding you, while you looped your arms around his neck, drawing him closer.

“We’ve been a secret for so long,” you murmured, your forehead resting against his, “and then we didn’t invite anyone to our wedding…”

A soft smile tugged at his lips as he nodded, his eyes warm with certainty. “Which,” he said, his voice gentle but sure, “I have absolutely no regrets about — it was just us, and our family. Exactly how it should’ve been.”

You hummed softly, a small smile curling at your lips. “Plus… I already put our wedding pictures up.” Your fingers brushed lightly over his chest. “We’re doing this.”

His eyes softened even more, his hands tightening just slightly on your hips as if to hold you closer to him — to anchor you both in this moment.

“I’m so proud of you,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “You held the fort down while I was away… And if I had known any of this was happening, sweetheart…” His brows furrowed, regret shadowing his expression. “I would’ve come for you. No hesitation. I would’ve brought you with me.”

Downstairs, Hongjoong’s wife paced idly around your living room — until she froze mid-step, her face draining of all color. Her eyes were locked onto something across the room, wide with shock. Without a word, she motioned frantically for Seonghwa’s wife and Wooyoung’s wife to come closer.

“What is it?” Seonghwa’s wife asked, but as soon as her gaze followed, she stumbled over her own breath. “H-holy shit…” she stammered, eyes glued to the wall in disbelief.

The confused chatter of the boys and their wives faded into the background, none of them noticing yet as the three women stood frozen, staring at the unmistakable sight in front of them.

It was your wedding picture — clear as day, hanging proudly on the wall. You were beaming, your eyes bright with love, as the man beside you held you close. His face was unmistakable to anyone who knew him, even after the years apart.

Hongjoong’s wife’s breath caught in her throat as she hurried toward the frame, calling over her shoulder, “Honey… honey, come here. Who’s this man in the picture?”

Hongjoong, still distracted by the quiet conversations in the room, walked over without much thought. His gaze landed on the photo. Casual, at first.

“Oh,” he answered easily, “that’s Jongho.”

There was a beat of silence. Then—

"jongho?!" Hongjoong’s voice cracked with shock as he snatched the picture off the wall, holding it closer like the frame might offer an explanation. His eyes darted between the photo and the faces of his friends, like they might somehow piece this puzzle together for him.

“W-when did Yn and Jongho—when did they even get married?!” he stammered, panic rising in his tone as he rushed toward the other boys, shoving the photo toward them.

Their wives were frozen, glancing between one another with growing fear, their voices dropping to urgent whispers. “Is that the Jongho?” Wooyoung’s wife asked, her voice shaky. “The one who missed our wedding because he was overseas?” Seonghwa’s wife added, barely above a breath.

And then—

A sharp cough cut through the commotion.

All eyes snapped toward the living room entrance.

There you stood with Jongho, his hand resting securely at your waist, as if to anchor you against the tidal wave of chaos swelling in the room. His gaze was calm, protective, unwavering. Yours, a storm of emotions beneath a composed facade.

You swallowed thickly, feeling their eyes on you, but you stood tall beside your husband.

“Surprise,” you said softly, your voice carrying across the stunned silence.

#ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez oneshot #angst

563 notes · View notes

sleepdeprivedfrfr · 4 months ago

Text

your husband nanami never really had much to look forward to in his life rather than making enough money to retire and relax, until you came along. he has never failed to make you happy. you were his number one priority. the reason he worked such excruciating hours. all of pain and suffering that went into the money he made meant nothing if he couldn't spend every single penny towards your happiness. I mean the saying is 'happy wife happy life,' right?

except you've noticed how drained of life your husband was chasing money all the time, he would constantly come home exhausted from working over time. you would often find yourself massaging his tense shoulders while he's drifting off in your lap, still dressed in his work clothes. you began baking pastries and other sweets for him while at home because you felt bad for all the work he had been putting himself through,

"sweetheart, these are delicious, where did you learn how to bake like this?" his usual tired and monotone voice was gone, it was replaced with the slightest amount of shock and delight.

"ken I appreciate you being sweet, but it was my first time making it so its okay to tell me if its bad." you smiled up at him.

"my love what makes you think im just being sweet? this is amazing."

from there on out nanami would always compliment your baking exceedingly, getting on his knees in front of you right as he walked through the door and the smell of freshly baked buttery sweet bread hit him.

it still hurt your heart to see him so exhausted all the time. so you had the idea to take on a job at a bakery, your interview went well and the manager loved the sample pastry that you made, he gave you the job and the pay wasn't too bad. you were so excited to tell your husband about your new job when he came home because it meant that he wouldn't have to put so much strain on himself anymore and he could relax.

little did you know that it would lead to a small argument, where kento was being the stubborn one, for once.

"love I just don't understand, am I not doing enough?" he placed a hand on your hip and one on your cheek, his eye brows pushed together in confusion.

"ken you don't get it. youre doing TOO much." you grabbed his hand from your face and held it in yours. "you need a break. plus it would be good for me to get out of the house, I can't stand being at home and doing nothing knowing that you can barely get a full night of rest."

"that's not something you need to worry about-"

"ken."

"hm?"

"youre being stubborn. just let me try for a little while, and you can see what its like to have a break hm? if you REALLY don't like it, then ill quit okay?"

"do you really think that you need to take on a job dear? I-"

"kento."

"okay. but if you really don't like it then just tell-" you cut him off with a sweet kiss to his lips. you knew how much your husband hated working, but you also knew he was too stubborn to ask for help.

months had passed and its safe to say that your deal worked out as you and your husband were walking back from the beach during your week long vacation in Malaysia in celebration of your anniversary.

"ken look how pretty that orchid is!" you pointed high up into a tree at a beautiful fully bloomed white orchid that had hints of yellow and pink in the middle.

"hm." was all he replied with a small smile. I reached up and easily picked the flower due to his tall frame, he placed the flower behind your ear and admired it.

"looks even prettier now." he said as he gently cupped your face and pulled you in slowly for a kiss.

now every year on your anniversary without fail, your husband buys you the same exact white orchids with a hint of yellow and pink in the middle imported from Malaysia just to see your face light up all over again.

guess the saying was true.

a/n: this is not proofread and im aware this is ass but does it look igaf...

#can you tell I yearn for a healthy relationship hahaha #nanami #nanami kento #domestic nanami #jujustu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu nanami #nanami fluff #kento fluff #jjk kento #kento nanami #nanami x reader #kento x reader #nanami x you #nanami drabbles #nanami smut #this is so sweet youre gonna get diabetes

772 notes · View notes

vigilante-3073 · 2 months ago

Text

Daddy's Credit Card

Cullen Family x Female Vampire Reader

Jacob Black x Female Reader

PART 12

Summary: Y/N continues to spend increasing amounts of time with Jacob and Carlisle worries that she isn't taking her health seriously.

TW: Arguments, mentions of medical testing/treatments/injuries

Carlisle paced the floor of his office, clicking Y/N's contact on his screen and lifting the phone up to his ear. Carlisle had given Y/N a lot of leeway, but her tests showed that her condition was continuing to worsen.

Carlisle understood that she may be feeling better, but she shouldn't be pushing herself. Y/N and Jacob had been spending a concerning amount of time away from the house in the last few weeks. Y/N had been dismissive, refusing testing while continuing to disappear for hours on end with Jacob.

Carlisle had previously encouraged them to spend time together, but now he was beginning to regret it.

Carlisle had been waiting for Y/N to return home all night and had been calling her for the last two hours. Carlisle couldn't shake the tension that blanketed his body.

What if she was injured? What if Jacob had lost her? What if she had done something stupid?

Carlisle shook his head with a huff as he heard Y/N's voicemail message for the tenth time in the last hour.

"Still nothing?" Edward questioned from the doorway, Carlisle shook his head.

"I haven't been able to reach her," He said.

"Bella hasn't been able to get ahold of Jacob either," Edward stated.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Carlisle muttered, setting his cellphone down on the edge of his desk.

Edward turned his head slightly, both of them falling silent as they heard the faint sound of Jacob's motorcycle approaching. Edward and Carlisle wordlessly made their way out of his office and through the house.

Carlisle descended the stairs with Edward following closely behind him. He opened the door and stepped outside as Jacob helped Y/N off the back of his motorcycle.

"Are you alright? I've been calling you for hours," Carlisle said.

"I'm fine," Y/N replied dismissively.

"Where have you been?" Edward asked, crossing his arms.

"Not that it's any of your business, but I spent the night at Jacob's house," Y/N snapped.

"Y/N, you should have come home last night... What if something happened while you were away? Every second counts when dealing with an unexplained illness like this," Carlisle questioned.

"I'm not going to spend whatever time I have left as a lab rat, Carlisle," Y/N stated, walking up the stairs and into the house without another word.

"It was my idea for her to spend the night. Not hers," Jacob said.

"I appreciate that you care for her, but her situation is very precarious at this time, Jacob. She needs to be here where we can intervene quickly if something goes wrong," Carlisle replied.

"She just wants some normalcy. I get that you all want to keep her in this little bubble, but she should have the chance to actually live before she dies," Jacob stated, making his way up to the house.

Carlisle shifted on his feet, turning towards his son, "This is not going to end well," Edward muttered.

Carlisle didn't reply, reluctantly returning back into the house and walking up to Y/N's bedroom. He lingered in the doorway, watching her as she shrugged off her jacket with a grimace.

"Are you in pain?" Carlisle questioned.

"I'm fine," Y/N snapped.

Carlisle sighed softly, "I don't want you to be angry with me, Y/N. I worry because I care and want you to be safe," He said.

"I hate what my life is turning into... I can't do anything without everyone being all over me about it," Y/N said angrily, tossing her jacket on the bed.

Carlisle tensed as the hem of her shirt lifted slightly, "I need to see your back," He said.

"We're in the middle of a conversation," Y/N snapped.

"Yes, you can get back to scolding me after you let me look at you," Carlisle said, stepping closer to her.

Y/N rolled her eyes, allowing him to lift up the hem of her shirt. Her side and back were covered in large purple bruises.

"Did you get into an accident while you were away?" Carlisle asked.

"No, why?" Y/N replied.

"You're covered in bruises, Y/N," He stated.

Her brow furrowed in confusion as she looked down at her side. Carlisle touched the skin carefully with his fingertips, applying gentle pressure to the bruise.

"Does that hurt?" He questioned, she nodded.

"You didn't notice any bruising or pain overnight?" Carlisle asked.

"No," Y/N said.

"I want to check your vitals, take some blood and do an ultrasound," Carlisle listed, gently moving his fingertips over her ribcage.

She made a soft noise in her throat, grimacing as she flinched away from his touch.

"I think your ribs may be broken," Carlisle stated.

"How? I didn't even do anything," Y/N said.

"I don't know," Carlisle replied.

...

Edward sat in the chair at Y/N's bedside, silently watching over her as she slept. Carlisle's testing had revealed that Y/N's body was almost entirely depleted of calcium and the clotting factors in her blood were concerningly low. This meant that her bones were incredibly brittle and any bleeding could easily become unmanageable.

Carlisle quickly placed her on bedrest, restricting her activity as much as he possibly could. X-rays revealed that Y/N had multiple broken ribs and fractured bones all over her body.

The pain soon became apparent and Carlisle ensured that Y/N was given the necessary medications to relieve her discomfort. She had been sleeping steadily for the last few hours, only stirring when the pain began to resurface.

Y/N shifted with a grimace and Edward sat forward in his chair. He watched her as she struggled to find a comfortable position before standing up from his seat. Edward moved over to the door, opening it and leaning out into the hallway.

"She's in pain," He stated.

Carlisle nodded, standing up from his seat and making his way down the hallway. Jacob stood as Carlisle slipped into the room, slowly approaching Edward as Y/N was given another dose of pain medication.

"I can take over," Jacob offered, Edward nodded.

Jacob lingered by the doorway as Edward returned to the living room. Carlisle lifted the blankets over Y/N before quietly exiting the bedroom.

"Is this the only thing we're doing for her now? Dosing her up when the pain becomes too much?" Jacob questioned.

"I don't like this either, Jacob. But there's nothing else I can do for her right now. Tests are pending and hopefully we'll get some good news," Carlisle said.

"We both know that she didn't want to end up like this," Jacob stated.

"It was unavoidable," Carlisle replied simply.

"We could have let her go out on her own terms," Jacob said, Carlisle tensed for a moment before steeling himself.

"Maybe you should return home for a while, Jacob. This situation doesn't need to become more difficult than it already is," Carlisle said calmly.

"I'm not leaving her," Jacob responded, making his way over to Y/N's bed.

Carlisle didn't reply, closing the door quietly before returning to sit with his family. Jacob stepped out of his shoes, lifting the blankets and laying down in the bed behind Y/N.

Jacob shifted closer to her, carefully wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her body back against his chest. Y/N exhaled softly as she settled back into his warmth, body relaxing in his grasp.

Her fingers brushed over the back of his hand gently as she intertwined their fingers, "Thank you for staying," She mumbled.

"Can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be," Jacob replied.

...

Y/N's strength and mobility had become increasingly limited as the days went on. She could barely manage to make it to the bathroom without being carried. Y/N had lost a great deal of weight, her bones stuck out from under her skin as she wasted away to nothing.

Carlisle tried to get her repositioned in bed or moved to a chair to keep her from resting on any newly exposed bony prominences. The last thing she needed was a bedsore on top of everything else she was already going through. Carlisle had her on fluids the majority of the time, but her nutritional intake was virtually inexistent.

Y/N couldn't keep anything down and the constant vomiting had led to a tear forming in her esophagus. She had been throwing up blood for days and she remained anemic after countless blood transfusions.

Nothing was helping and Carlisle was running out of options. Y/N was miserable and everyone could clearly see that she wasn't getting any better.

Carlisle had been moving her out into the living room every day, hoping that a change of scenery or some television would distract her.

It didn't.

Y/N barely spoke, staring off into space as she struggled to cope with the pain in her throat and body. Jacob stayed close to her at all times, watching over her for as long as he could before eventually falling into a dreamless sleep.

Y/N slept on the couch with her body leaned back against Jacob's side. She shifted slightly in her sleep and he looked down at her, waiting for her to settle before his eyes returned to the television.

Bella watched him from across the room, smiling slightly at how caring he was. Y/N was truly lucky to have him at her side during such a hard time.

"What are you smiling about?" Edward questioned quietly, standing beside her.

"I think he likes her," Bella replied, watching Jacob as he pulled the blanket up over Y/N's body.

Edward huffed a laugh, "Of course he does... They understand each other in a way that most people don't," He said.

"I can hear you," Jacob muttered, not bothering to tear his eyes away from the football game on the screen.

Y/N brow furrowed as she opened her eyes, "Are you okay?" Jacob questioned.

She shook her head, turning slightly with a grimace, "Wanna go back to bed?" Emmett asked, Y/N nodded.

Emmett stood up from his seat, moving over to her, "I can take her," Jacob offered.

"Nah, don't worry about it. You stay here, I can sit with her for a while," Emmett said.

"Okay, let me know when you want to trade off," Jacob replied.

"Will do," Emmett nodded, bending down and sliding his arms underneath her body carefully.

Emmett lifted her up and she let out a cry of pain as a soft cracking noise filled the room. Carlisle shot up from his chair, rushing over to them as Jacob shifted off the couch.

"Lay her down as gently as you can manage. Edward, get the portable x-ray machine and bring it over here," Carlisle instructed quickly.

Emmett lowered her down on the couch again, removing his arms from under her body, "I'm so sorry. I don't even know what I did," Emmett said.

"Her bones are incredibly fragile. You were as gentle with her as you could have been," Carlisle replied, kneeling down on the floor beside the couch.

"Where does it hurt? Your back?" He asked.

"Yeah," Y/N whimpered, eyes glossing over with tears as her body trembled.

Edward returned with the x-ray machine, Carlisle slid the board underneath her before taking a few images. He viewed the pictures for a moment before turning off the machine.

"How bad is it?" Jacob questioned, holding onto Y/N's hand.

"Her back is broken.... We should get her back into her bed and I think we need to refrain from moving her," Carlisle stated.

"What kind of life is that?" Jacob questioned.

"Jacob, please, not now," Carlisle said firmly.

"No, we can't keep pretending that she's gonna be fine. We need to talk about what we're doing for her because this isn't working. She's throwing up blood, can't eat, can't talk, her bones shatter like glass and she's in pain every single day," Jacob listed angrily.

"You people claim to care about her, but this isn't what loving someone should look like. You're selfish. All of you. She told you exactly what she wanted and none of you even considered it. Y/N deserves to make the choice about how her life ends, not any of you," Jacob continued.

"You really want to kill the girl that you love, Jacob?" Edward questioned, his tone was eerily calm.

Jacob glared at him, "I want what's best for her," He spat.

"Carlisle just needs more time. He could find the cure for whatever this is tomorrow and it'll be for nothing if she's dead," Edward snapped.

"She should have-," Jacob began.

"There isn't one," Carlisle stated, swiftly cutting Jacob off.

The room fell silent, "What?" Jacob asked softly.

"There isn't a cure... I don't know what this is, neither does the Volturi," Carlisle said.

"You said that we weren't going to involve them in this," Edward said.

"I had no other choice. I tried everything that I could, but found nothing... The Volturi was my last option and they've never heard of anything like this," Carlisle said.

"How long have you known this?" Rosalie questioned.

"Two months," Carlisle stated.

Jacob felt his body temperature rise, anger burning like a fire in his gut. Edward looked over at him, "You need to go before you hurt Y/N," He instructed.

"This isn't over," Jacob growled as he stormed out of the room, bumping harshly into Carlisle as he raced out of the house.

"Jacob," Y/N called softly, crying out in pain as she attempted to sit up.

"He'll be back, he just needs some time to calm down," Bella assured, desperately hoping that she was right.

Jacob ignored her cry as he rushed into the woods, skin burning with fury as his body trembled. He threw off his clothes, breathing heavily as the wolf took over. He sprinted through the forest as fast as he could, claws digging into the dirt as he ran.

Jacob had never been more enraged in his entire life. These people were monsters. Carlisle had known that he couldn't save Y/N for two months and hadn't said a thing.

Jacob believed that Carlisle would figure out what had caused her illness and cure her. He hoped that they could be together for more than her final days and he felt like a fool.

They had both been through so much and Jacob had been planning a future that they could never have. Jacob wasn't sure when Y/N became such an important person in his life, but she had found a way into his heart.

Jacob had fallen in love with her and now he would have to watch her die.

Bella had shattered his heart and he had finally started to put the pieces back together when he met Y/N. They were two broken people who needed someone on their side.

Jacob wasn't ready to lose her, but he knew that he didn't have a choice.

...

PART 13

556 notes · View notes