#just adjusted a touch to work better in my style. smile

[meatcarnival3000]

the deed has been done. hes still cute but grumble grumble

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

The way Nanami subtly doms you

Tags: dom!Nanami x fem!Reader, sub!Reader, dom/sub relationship, NO age regression, sub space.

An: yeah idk i feel like nanami’s very subtle with his domming style, but i see shiu kong as full on dom.

• Nanami isn’t the type to flex his dominance over you. He doesn’t have to be rude or degrading to drive the point home. You know exactly when he gives you that look, it means to behave. His hazel eyes cut in your direction, and his eyebrow raises ever so slightly, like he’s amused by your disobedience. However, he doesn’t smile — doesn’t reward bad behavior.

• “Want to say that again?”, “Language.”, “Didn’t I tell you no pouting?” when you’re being a brat and mouthing off. bonus points if he’s pulling his tie away from his neck and slowly wrapping it around his palm.

• It’s simple, but he gives you his hoodies or coats to wear when you’re out and about. He likes seeing his clothes encompassed your body, and he enjoys that everyone will immediately be able to tell just whose you are.

• Speaking of clothes, Nanami’s not the type to tell you when you can and can’t wear something. He’s confident in his abilities to keep you safe, but that doesn’t mean he won’t make suggestions. “Are you sure about the skirt, sweetheart? I don’t want your legs getting cold.”

• He takes great care of you in an inconspicuous manner. He’ll adjust your clothes on you, buttoning up your top or gently fixing your unruly hair. He’ll throw your towel and pajamas (that he picked out for you) in the dryer when you’re in the shower, so they are all warm and cozy for you when you get out.

• Nanami is also the type to set a pretty firm bedtime for you. He knows how much you like to stay up and how ill you get in the mornings if you hadn’t had a minimum of 8 hours of rest. So, he sets you on a pretty strict bedtime schedule and routine. Don’t worry. He’s there every night to cuddle you to sleep.

• Insistent that you hold his hand while you two are out. He knows how distractible you are, and it eases his mind when your palm rests in his.

• The way he talks can throw you straight into a more submissive headspace, and he knows it too. He doesn’t do it often, but when he notices you getting too stressed or burnt out, he’ll immediately start with the dom talk, “My baby needs a break, doesn’t she?” He’ll coo and pull you into his lap, and when you inevitably lean into his touch, “There she is. Did my baby miss me?”

• Nanami sees it as a gentlemanly thing, but it could also be seen as another form of domming. He doesn’t let you touch a single door handle if he’s with you, and you best believe he’s walking on the outside. You’re tucked beside him on the inside of the sidewalk. He’ll also never let you hold a shopping bag. No, he does not care that he’s holding a bunch of Victoria’s Secret and Ulta bags. He pays for everything. If your car needs gas, Nanami fills it up.

• On the off chance that you two are out, and he’s not right beside you, all he has to do is curl his finger and point at the ground in front of him to let you know that he wants you to come to him, and you better do as you’re told.

• The king of giving simple stern instructions. “Look at me.” “Speak up, baby.”, “Come here, now.”, “Give me a kiss.”, “Ask nicely.”

• Nanami will sit on the couch, spread his legs, and pat his knee when he wants you to sit on his lap. He doesn’t even have to give simple instructions for that.

• Even while he does all this, he respects your independence, autonomy, and intelligence. Let’s bffr rn he’s your biggest supporter in everything you do. He’s so in love with you because he knows how smart and hard working you are. He’s so damn lucky that he gets to be the man to pamper you and ease your weary mind. He loves being that safe space for you, so you can just relax, lean on him, and just be you.

[i-dared-myself]

Skirt War

Requested by anonymous: Could I req a fic with the stray kids' ninth member being put in a short dress/skirt (you know those that don't look like it'll ride up if you move but it does and its annoying af??) for a performance with a dance dance - that she has to move around a lot and then she keeps trying to pull the skirt down but that piece of shit just keeps going back up. And she spends the whole performance playing tug of war with a bunch of fabric trying not to be indecent and humiliated. And backstage she feels shit bc she couldn’t dance well and looked pathetic and she's disappointed and frustrated and embarrassed and yk. Idk if this is understandable anymore

“Wow, Felix,” you say, “you look really good! The stylists worked really hard with this new set of outfits.”

Felix hums his agreement, adjusting his gloves. “Where’s yours?”

You glance down at yourself. You’re still in your normal clothes. “Ah, they haven’t called me back yet. I think they’re finishing with Seungmin now.”

Felix makes a small sound of understanding, reaching up to touch his hair. He stops himself and drags his hand back down to his side. “Should I dye my hair soon?”

You shrug. “Do you want to? Is your hair even alive at this point?”

You hear someone softly call your name, and turn before you head Felix’s response. A staff member is waving you over as Seungmin and Jisung walk by.

“Looking good,” you compliment them, smiling brightly. You’re excited for what you’ll be wearing for the performance.

So you’re handed the set of clothes that you change into. You don’t even get a chance to look at yourself in a mirror before you’re whisked away for makeup and hair.

You eventually step out, joining the others. It seems as if everyone else has finished with their own styling, and everyone looks great.

There’s one tiny little problem, though.

Your tiny little skirt.

Your shirt is amazing, and you can’t disagree with the fact that you look hot in it. But the skirt is as small as they get. You’re amazed that you’re even allowed to wear it.

You’re fairly certain it’ll stay in place during thr performance, but you really don’t want to take chances. So you do an experimental twirl, heart sinking when the skirt instantly flies up.

Hyunjin recoils when he sees you. “What the-“

“Watch it!” Chan warns, narrowing his eyes. He faces you, eyes widening. “Oh. Oh boy.”

You tug the material down, fiddling with it anxiously. “Is it that bad?”

Jeongin is averting his eyes, which does absolutely nothing to make you feel better. “Nope. It’s totally fine.”

“Did they ask you about this?” Minho frowns deeply, glancing out at the crowd between the curtains. The sound check is almost complete, so you’re running out of time to deal with this.

“No. I wasn’t aware that I’d be wearing this.” Your hands tremble. You feel sick with how short it is. You half believe you’re at risk of your most intimate areas just being on display.

Seungmin grunts a little. “Want my sweater? To tie around your waist?”

You consider it for a moment before shaking your head. “Maybe later. I don’t want it to look like I’m disrespecting the stylists.”

“But it’s fine!” Jisung assures you. “These aren’t our usual stylists, and they don’t know our boundaries.”

“But we also don’t want to start something with this event,” you point out. They stylists had come with the gig, and you didn’t want to disrespect them if you didn’t usually work with them. It might ruin any other opportunities.

“Positions, everyone,” Chan suddenly says. He gives you a pitying look as everyone files into their assigned places. “You’ve got this.”

You’re not as confident as he is, but you force a smile. You tug the skirt down one last time before bounding out onto stage.

The music starts up and you begin to dance. Every movement that involves legs (pretty much all of them) has the skirt flipping up. Felix is behind you for the beginning, and when you catch a glance of his face it’s bright red.

You miss a hand gesture because you’re adjusting the fabric again, and your stomach tumbles. The media is going to have a field day with this. Everyone is going to be talking about how unprofessional you are.

Positions are swapped, and then you’re next to Changbin. He turns his gaze away to be respectful, but it just reinforces the idea in your head that the outfit is bad. That you’re indecent.

You blink back tears as you stumble over yet another move, too busy holding the skirt down to make it to the next spot in time. You’re falling behind, mind focused on your decency and not the dance.

Then your lines come, and your voice cracks. You’re lucky enough that you don’t have to hold your microphone up, because you honestly don’t have a spare hand.

It comes to an end, and you all bow. You walk off stage, perhaps the most humiliated that you’ve ever been.

Changbin loops his arms around you, tying his sweater around your waist. You mutter your thanks and wrench your headset off. 

“Hey.” Chan gently grabs your arm and steers you back to the group. “Let’s talk about it.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” You keep your head ducked, gaze locked on the floor. Your throat burns and you’re struggling not to cry.

Jeongin comes up behind you and rests his chin on your shoulder. “I think you did great.”

You shove him away. “Well I didn’t! I sucked because of this stupid skirt! I let it get in my head, and now everyone’s going to be talking about it!”

Minho sits on the ground and takes your hands in his. He gently pulls you down to his lap and lets your cry against his chest. “Yeah, it wasn’t your greatest performance.”

“How is that supposed to help?” Jisung hisses out.

“But Stay loves you no matter what. And if they don’t, they can go suck it.” Minho strokes your hair. 

Chan clears his throat. “I might not have said it in those exact words, but he’s right. And from now on, I’ll make it clear to our managers and staff about our boundaries. Including those that we work with for the first time.”

You hiccup between tears, burying your face further against Minho. “Really?”

Chan hums. “Absolutely. And we have time to change before our next song, so why don’t you go to the stylists again?”

You sniffle and push yourself out of Minho’s grip. Seungmin gives you a reassuring smile as you wander off.

“Excuse me?” you hesitantly say as you approach one of the stylists. “Would it be okay if I got a different skirt? Or maybe some pants?”

He tilts his head, nose wrinkling. “Why? Is there a problem with it?”

“Uh, it’s just that-“ You toy with the material as you try and find the correct words. You don’t want to insult the man. “Dancing in this is very difficult. I don’t feel comfortable in this.”

He smiles mockingly. “Oh, really? Well it’s fine. It’s not even that short.”

“I just danced in it and it didn’t go that well.” You’re aware that you’re running out of time. You need to hurry up. “Can you please just direct me to-“

“Have you considered that maybe it’s just your skill?” he interrupts. He sighs and shakes his head, turning away. “But fine. I could find something else.”

You swallow thickly as you follow him.

Is it actually your own fault? Are you just not a talented enough dancer for these clothes? 

“Is this good enough for you?” The stylist holds up a new set of bottoms, and you wince. It’s even smaller than the one you’re currently wearing.

“Ready yet?” Jisung comes sliding in, eyes widening at the skirt being held up. “Wow, that’s small.”

“Uh, almost,” you weakly tell him.

Jisung’s eyes catch on your face and trembling bottom lip. His arms shoot out to wrap around you, and he pats your back. “It’s okay!”

“Are you wearing this or not?” the stylist snaps. 

“No, she’s not.” Jisung tightens Changbin’s sweater on your waist. “She’s wearing this and we have to go now, since we’re on in less than a minute. But I’ll be telling Bang Chan about you.”

The man pales. Having an idol complain about you was pretty much a death sentence, especially when that idol had as much influence as Stray Kids.

Jisung grabs your hand you the two of you dash out onto stage. You burst out and join the rest of the members, just in time for the music to begin.

This time it goes smoother. The sweater gives enough weight to keep the skirt down, and you’re able to focus on the dance. Your movements are fluid and well-executed, and you know even Hyunjin would be proud.

When you go backstage, you feel mildly more confident. You take a swig of your water bottle as Jisung tells Chan about the stylist.

Jeongin huffs, overhearing the conversation. “What an asshole.”

Seungmin hums his agreement. “A real dick.”

Chan holds up his hands. “Let’s watch the language, everyone. We’re professionals at work.”

Changbin snorts. “Right. If he’s a professional, why did he basically humiliate her?”

Felix hooks an arm over your shoulder. “It’s okay, I bet Minho will screw up soon and everyone will forget about today.”

Minho makes a sound of protest, narrowing his eyes. “Why me?”

Hyunjin wipes the sweat off his forehead. “Relax, it’s just an example.”

Chan calls the stylist over, who appears vaguely nauseated as he steps closer. He bows briefly to Chan before his eyes flick to you for a fraction of a second.

“I heard you had a bit of an issue with one of my members?” Chan blandly asks. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this angry. “Were you the one who put her in that skirt? Were you planning for her to humiliate herself and get kicked out of the industry?”

“Yeah!” Jisung cries out. He’s immediately silenced by Minho.

“S-Sorry,” the man mutters. “I just- I’m sorry.”

“No, no, continue.” Chan arches an eyebrow challengingly. “You just what?”

“Bet he just wanted to see her in it,” Seungmin drawls. “Is that it?”

A bead of sweat rolls down the stylist’s forehead. “Well- It wasn’t that short!”

“Would you feel comfortable wearing it?” Felix chimes in. “Because I thought it was pretty short.”

“Guys,” you say. “Let’s just go home. I’m tired. It’s been a long day.”

“Poor thing.” Hyunjin pats your head. “Wanna eat a whole bunch of ice cream with me?”

“Maybe,” you slyly say, walking with him to the van. You ignore the sounds of Chan still scolding the man. 

“If you ever need my sweater again, just ask.” Changbin comes up from behind you to poke at the fabric of the borrowed clothes. 

“Are we just stealing these?” Jeongin questions once everyone is in the van. Everyone is also still in the performance clothing. 

Chan frowns. “Oops.”

Taglist:

@velvetmoonlght @jinnie-ret

[merlucide]

BLLK BOYS X CURLY HAIR S/O! hcs

notes: written with the limited knowledge I have on curly hair 🙏 so hope it’s alright !! [Requested!]

characters: Chigiri, Sae, Bachira, Ness

warnings: cursing probs, ain’t proofread

CHIGIRI HYOMA

adding him for the sole purpose of HAIR DAY DATES 🗣️

You and him, the small counter, and bottles and bottles of hair product and styling tools 😍

Bae you don’t ever have to worry about the back of your hair bc hyo-baby GOTS YOU !!!

No knots allowed!! Not on his watch!!

-

I can also imagine you, hyo, and his sister just chilling around one day watching a movie and like sitting in one infront of another doing hair LMAO

The Chigiri siblings GOTCHU YOU

You looked so cutsey it’s insane

-

Also he’s like, always adjusting your hair

He doesn’t even say anything, just like fixes it lmao

Def is down for matching hairstyles (maybe not around his friends tho hehe)

Expects princess treatment for helping you lmao

ITOSHI SAE

(trying to learn how to write 4 him😭🙏)

Very quiet about his thoughts (that are positive anyway)

Thinks your hair is absolutely stunning, especially since it’s on you

will say “you look nice” but that’s about it

lowkey hates HOW LONG your routine takes

he just asked if you wanted to go to the beach to walk around

And he asked that like, 45 minutes ago

‘IM ALMOST DONE!!!’

He does like watching you do your hair routine— or more like being there in the same room

He understands the importance of self care, just not to this extent LMAO

like he combs his hair and has a simple face routine, but anything that extends 10 minutes seems over the top to him lol

Will def help you with anything tho, fast learner hehe

ALSOOO!-

when it rains he always gives you his jacket to put over your head to protect them curls 🗣️🙏 very gentlemanly I’ll say

BACHIRA MEGURU

he loves help you form curls!!

Like spinning his finger around and making them ya’know? :o

desperately wants to touch your curls but if you don’t want him to he will try (TRY) not to

Cue aggressive self-restraint stimming from Bachira

-

Wants to have you do the same routine on him lol

whiiich you do :3

Hes so excited to be involved and like, touched LMAOO

If you wear bonnets to sleep he wants to wear one too

it totally slides off while he sleeps and never tries to wear it again but still!!!!!!

ALEXIS NESS

absolutely entranced with your beauty

Nonono like, for real

Is in love with your curls 😍 he could watch em’ bounce for hours man

Like okay— in Ness’s mind there’s like a ‘filter’ if you would

And when he looks at you you’re like glowing and smiling n show motion with sparkles in your eyes

And you could just be like, chilling in your pjs LMAO

-

Will watch you do your hair routine with stars in his eyes

His hairs kinda curly too— well wavys a better word, but he doesn’t style it like you do

If you ever wanted to style his HED BE MORE THAN HAPPY!

jus happily sitting there criss-cross while you work your magic

help sorry if anything ain’t right— my hair is as straight as a pin soo 😭🙏

Made January 3rd 2025

[sanjisblackasswife]

Caleb x Black Fem Reader

You confessed to Caleb while drunk and mentioned your unspoken night together.

Caleb takes care of you when you’re sick, when you’re having cramps, but he never thought he’d take care of you when you were—-

“I’m not drunk.”

“You are, Pips…”

This week haven’t been the best, college is kicking your ass, work is kicking your ass, your best friend Caleb haven’t been around as much as you want—-it’s stressful.

You usually don’t drink, a few glasses of wine is always enough, but after just BARELY passing your final exam knowing you studied your ass off all night made you just want to wash away your irritation, even if it’s for the night.

And if you might regret it in the morning.

Caleb always kept tabs on you, location and tracker on to know if you are ever in danger. Being the man that he is it wouldn’t surprise him if he did have enemies trying to hurt you. Though that wasn’t the case, he left his job early to come get you when he called and you chose not to answer.

“She just kept saying Caleb and drinking. Now she’s—“

“I got her. C’mon y/n…”

“CALEBBBBB!” Your face was warm, feeling nothing but bubbily and happy you throw your arms around him, and Caleb picks you up with one arm with ease bridal style and takes you to his car, “BYE GUYYYSSSS!”

You definitely going to be the topic of tomorrow’s work meeting between your coworkers.

Caleb never seen you this drunk, tipsy sure, but you were clearly not lucid. Eyelids lowered and you had a very sneaky subtle smile whenever you stared at him that made him feel a little suspicious as he buckled you up.

“You should have at least invited me.” The car was silent, you weren’t facing him anymore just mindlessly looking at the flashing lights of the city night, “If you’re going to drink you should be around me that way I can watch you.”

“Just watch?” You slowly blink at him, looking down at his pants you place your hand on his thigh, immediately causing him to tense up, he loved your touch, he melted everytime you even leaned on his shoulder but this wasn’t the time for that right now.

“Why not drink with me….?”

“Who would take us home? One of us has to be sober, stupid.”

“You’re stupid.” You weakly barked at him, your tone wasn’t malicious, but borderline hurt, “I’m only drinking because of you.”

Caleb’s heart sunk in a bit, making him adjust himself in his seat. He knew better than anybody why you were upset, he has been gone a lot lately, he feels terrible about it. Leaving you alone at his place or yours when he promises to spend the whole night with you.

“I’m sorry…I am. Tomorrow it’s just you and me okay? I promise.”

“…and what about tonight?”

“Tonight…I will be right with you. Making sure you don’t wake up with a hang over.”

“Tuh.” You laugh, looking back at the window, “I’m not even drunk. Tipsy perhaps.”

Caleb just laughed, still a bit stung from your words he continues to drive in silence until he takes you back home, and carries you to your room.

“Here. Do you need help taking your clothes off?”

You stared at him, examined his features. Was it you or was he finer than usual?

You looked like a little puppy, tilting your head at him, Caleb would be a liar if he didn’t admit you were so cute right now, but his main mission was to get you back sober. Just enough to prevent a headache.

But you made it difficult.

“Take my clothes off…sir.”

Your tall, usually composed friend would have given you a little snarky remark back, but he seen from the look in your eye, you weren’t feeling a bit different than usual.

Almost similar to that one night.

Your curls were all over the place like that night, you bit your lip the same like that night, they way you smiled at him was like that night—-even the tension in the room when he approached you.

Ignoring your comment he begins with your top, sliding it off you as gentle as he could to prevent hurting you, that’s when you landed on your back in the bed, squirming a little without breaking contact with Caleb’s darker purple eyes. “Now pants.”

He made sure you were okay with unbuttoning your bottoms and you nodded, “Tell me if you’re uncomfortable okay? Please.”

“I’m never uncomfortable with you, Cay…”

His big doe eyes looked up at you, a tinge of worry came about, but when you noticed it you smiled at him to cup his cheek, “I’m okay Caleb…I promise. Go ahead.”

He sighs softly in relief, you’re intoxicated, but not enough to not make decisions for yourself. And you wanted to reassure him of that.

Especially for what you wanted to ask him.

When he took off your pants you wiggled your legs, still looking at his broad back and slim waist as he searches for you a shirt to wear with dilated eyes,

“Let’s recreate night we shared did after graduation.”

You seen his entire body tense up, he looked at you through your vanity mirror with widened eyes, a look of shock almost, “I thought—-Y/N i thought we swore not to…talk about that night.”

Caleb tried laughing it off, as much as he’s trying to put you off right now, he wouldn’t dare do anything with you after drinking. He wants you again, but not like this.

“I’m not drunk Cay.” You sit up, walking towards him to hug his back, “I know what I said. I know what I’m doing…I want —need you again.”

His knuckles turned white from how tightly he held your shirt, not saying anything due to being too tongue tied, his mind already remembering that night like it was yesterday you continued, “I need to feel you again….feel you on top of me. Kissing me. Holding me. It’s been years, but I still think about every minute of that night….and how you felt….”

You place your forehead on the center of his back as if it’s his own forehead and , inhaled his natural scent ,

“Inside me.”

With the quickness he turned around and held your cheeks, his eyes searched yours as if he was trying to find confirmation. You can see it in his expression he was conflicted. whether to kiss you or stop you from speaking. Though he believes you know what you’re saying he had to deny you of this one thing. Just for tonight.

“If…any other time you’ve said this….I ….I would’ve said yes. But for now…I need your undivided attention and consent to what you’re asking me….okay? “

“So you don’t want me.”

“I want you as bad as i breathe.” He immediately responded assertively and confidently, “but I’m telling you no now because I don’t think you’re in the right state of mind…..you understand?”

His thumb caresses you, falling sleepy into his touch alone you kiss his palm and nod, he was right. Though you felt more than confident to say yes and no, it may just be that liquid courage making you feel bolder.

Caleb exhales and smiles, putting you on your pjs for the night and putting you to bed, he went to the kitchen to clear his mind and bring you some water and aspirin.

He thinks about the night you took each others virginities everyday, but since that night you both just never spoke about it again. He always hoped you want to talk about it, and hopefully in the morning you do.

[ghouldump]

I want to be lestats make up artist and stylist so baddddd after that trailer.

Imagine touring with him while he constantly tries to woo you.

And the fans just seeing him being flirty toward reader

SOMEBODY TAKE MY PHONE AWAY I AM NOT WELLLLLLLLLLL

Diva | Lestat De Lioncourt x Reader

ෆ lestat is a handful to tour with but he's also incredibly handsome and charismatic.

lmfaooo same, more rockstar lestat coming soon!

Touring with Lestat De Lioncourt was not the easiest, at least not at first. The number of makeup artists and stylists who accepted the job, before quitting was ridiculous. Everyone was terrified of him, or of making him angry, walking on eggshells around him.

You were a well-known makeup influencer, starting with tutorials, but with your renowned success, you began working with celebrities, doing makeup, or simply styling them. When you were contacted by his manager, offering twice as much as others, explaining he couldn't keep a stylist or makeup artist, you accepted. You had dealt with plenty of other celebrities in the past, with even more diva tendencies, so you weren't going to let some rockstar ruin your coins.

Meeting him, you immediately realized two things, one, he was even more handsome off-screen, and two, he acted as if everyone was insufferable, like he was gracing their presence, doing them a favor.

“Can we get some makeup on him,” the director told you, picking up the pallet and brush, moving to his cheek, he scoffed.

“Does it look like I need makeup?” he asked you, while you rolled your eyes.

“Actually, yes, you could use some lipgloss and highlight,” you said, matching his tone. Everyone grew quiet, watching the interaction. He turned his head, looking at you, before smirking.

“You may,” he said, letting you lift his head, and apply the highlight, before taking a thinner brush and dabbing the tinted lipgloss onto his lips.

“Better?” he asked you.

“Much better,” you grinned, walking away.

“I like her,” he said, adjusting in the chair.

Instantly after, you were offered a contract, the first in nearly twenty artists to be able to lift a brush to his skin, they needed you. As the tour began, he continued with the shenanigans seducing the audience, while managing to keep them terrified.

“Sit still, I hope you don't frown at your fans like that,” you told him, as you clamped the necklace around his neck.

“And who did your hair?”

“He did,” his assistant mumbled.

“I can tell”

“Is something wrong with my hair?” he stared at you through the mirror.

“Nope, it fits you, wild and untamed,” you snickered, as you moved in front of him, using a brush to apply glitter to his face. Using your finger, you rubbed a bit on his chest.

“You know I enjoy when you touch me there, ma chérie,” he said.

“Whatever,” you laughed, finishing his look.

Over the last few months, Lestat became increasingly bold with his flirtation with you. Hell, besides his manager, you're the only person on his team that he talked to, with eye contact.

“They're ready for you,” His assistant said, reading a text from her phone. Standing, Lestat kept his eyes set on you.

“Come, we haven't finished our conversation,” he held out his hand, stopping you as you were about to put away the makeup.

Taking his hand, he led you out of the trailer, his arm going around your neck to pull you closer.

“What is it?” you asked him, biting back your smile.

“Have you thought about my offer?”

After touring the States, he was set to go on a world tour, and he insisted that you renew your contract to come along.

“I don't know, that's a long time, Les,” you said lowly, intertwining your fingers with the hand over your shoulder.

“I’ll need my makeup done and only the best clothing”

“I thought you didn't need makeup?”

“I don't, but only you could do the task so beautifully, I wouldn't dare let one of those amateurs near me,” he frowned.

“Oh my god, there he goes,” a fan screamed, causing an uproar. Lestat remained unfazed, his arm still around you, his eyes unmoving from your face.

“Is that his girlfriend?”

“He has a girlfriend? I thought he was gay”

“No girl, he's bi”

“Then I still have a chance!”

“They're so cute together”

“You’re going to have us in blogs in the morning,” you told him.

“All publicity is good publicity,” he shrugged.

“We’ll talk more later,” you told him, rubbing your lips together, when you realized he was staring at them.

“Hopefully about you staying with me, and not wanting to go home”

“You need to focus on your concert right now, and we can talk later,” you laughed.

“Fine, make sure to scream extra loud for me, ma chérie,” he said, blowing a kiss to you, before walking up the steps, the loud music starting up.

Crossing your arms, you watched as he performed, his aura exuding sex appeal. After all these months of working with him, you could see why he acted as if he was gracing people with his presence. He was more handsome than most, the attention falling on him wherever he went, and here he was, openly desiring you.

Late nights, after he'd come back from doing whatever, he'd come to your hotel rooms. You eventually realized that on the inside of this beautiful man, was a lonely soul. He craved companionship and being around him, you didn't know how much more you could take before you gave into temptation.

[dead-boys-club]

†  trick or treat! : various.

❥ scenario: dressing up as them for halloween. ❥ no triggers; not rated. ❥ no betas. ❥ not requested. ❥ there is a special, longer hawks scenario at the bottom.

❥ included: ngl, half way through i completely forgot so.. it's a surprise? lol

❥ izuku.

knocking on izuku's door, you adjust your costume with a big grin, waiting almost impatiently. upon opening the door, he freezes and his eyes widen a bit, taking in your green attire and wild hair, styled to match his own.

"trick or treat!" you chirp, holding up a tiny white bucket filled with treats for him.

a blush spreads across his cheeks and he covered his mouth, holding back a laugh. "oh.. you dressed up as me?" he mused, clearly flattered, "that's.. amazing."

you don't get to say too much as he's close, studying the details of your outfit. "i know it's not exactly battle-ready," you chuckle, "but, i think i could handle a villain or two!"

he finally lets out the laugh and takes the bucket from you, lightly pulling you into the room. "you look incredible," he coos, voice full of admiration. "now, we just need to work on the quirk," he teases.

❥ katsuki.

you knock on katsuki's bedroom door and step back, fixing the clips that are attached to your wig and the mock gauntlets you'd spent weeks to create. when he finally opens the door, his eyebrows shoot up, staring at you.

"trick or treat!" you declare, trying not to grin as you strike a post, something like what he would do in the middle of a fight.

he snorts, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorframe. a cocky, proud smile spreads across his lips as he takes in the details. "you think you can handle being dynamight?" he teases, trying not to look too pleased.

you laugh, handing over a small bag of candy you'd picked out just for him. "only if you think you can handle there being a better dynamight."

he rolls his eyes and takes the candy, grabbing your wrist as well to tug you closer. "alright, smartass, don't get too comfortable with my title."

❥ shoto.

you adjust the half red, half white wig before knocking on shoto's door, glancing around as you rock on your heels, swinging a small bag in your free hand. when the door opens, he blinks, momentarily stunned by the sight of you dressed in his iconic look. it takes him a second to fully register it.

"trick or treat," you chime, showing a small smile as you hold on the small bag, nodding towards it.

he smiles, genuinely touched by the gesture, reaching up to trace at the edges of the fake scar you'd so carefully painted on. "you even got the scar," he mumbles, clearly impressed and moved by your dedication.

he can't help but chuckle when you push a peppermint into his palm, accepting it with a warm look to his eyes. "thank you," he says softly, pausing for a moment, "you look.. perfect."

❥ shota.

you knock on shota's office door, playing with the scarf around your neck, your hair messy and dark, an attempt to style it like his. he glances up from his paperwork as you step in, eyebrows raising as he takes in your costume, clearly amused.

"trick or treat!" you say, doing your best to briefly imitate his deadpan expression.

shota chuckles, leaning back in his chair as he studies you. "you went all out, huh?" he says, a hint of pride in his voice. he reaches for the candy bar in your hand when you come closer, examining it before giving you an approving nod.

"looks like you really captured the.. sleep-deprived look perfectly," he says with a light smile. "guess i don't mind you taking my place for the night... just don't fall asleep on the job."

❥ rumi.

knocking on the door to rumi's training room, you shift and adjust the rabbit ears you made, feeling self-conscious. when she opens the door, she grins, arms crossing as she eyes you up and down, taking everything in with an impressed look.

"trick or trick!" you chime, giving her a playful wink as you hold up a small treat bag.

rumi laughs, taking the bag with a tilt of her head. "well, look at you! got the ears and everything," she teases, reaching out to ruffle your hair. "didn't think you had it in you to pull off my look."

you chuckle nervously and glance down at the leotard that matches her own. "not sure if i can match your energy," you say, looking back to her, "but, i'll give it my best shot."

stepping to sling an arm around you, she guides you into the training room with a mischievous glint to her eyes. "you did good, babe. now, let's see if you can keep up with the real thing."

❥ tamaki.

standing outside of tamaki's door, you fix the cloak settled around your shoulders, trying not to knock the tendrils off your fingers, placed their to mimic his quirk. you've done your best to capture his look, from the shy slouch to the hood pulled up, settled just right at your crown. when the door opens, his eyes widen and he stares at you, cheeks turning a deep red.

"trick or treat," you say softly, holding up a small bag of his favorite snacks.

he stammers a bit, looking down at the cloak and back up to you, clearly flustered. "you.. you dressed up.. as me?" he whispered, a shy smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

you nod a few times, handing him the bag. "yep! thought i'd see if i could match your style," you say, doing a small spin for him.

watching, he takes the snacks, fingertips brushing your hand as he still looks at you in awe. "you.. look amazing," he murmurs, barely audible. "i never thought anyone.. would want to be me for halloween." and as he looks at you, there's a quiet gratitude to his gaze, as if you've given him a gift he never knew he needed.

❥ himiko.

knocking on the doorframe of himiko's room, you'd managed to slip through the hideout unseen in your new attire and now bounced excitedly on your heels, adjusting the uniform you'd managed to get your hands on. the door wings open and her eyes go wide, a bright, toothy smile forming immediately.

"trick or treat!" you say, returning her smile and holding up a small container of heart-shaped candies.

himiko lets out a delighted squeal, practically bouncing. "oh my goodness! you're dressed as me!" she claps her hands, looking you up and down with bright, sparkling eyes. "you even got the little scary thingy right! so cute!"

she plucks out a candy heart and grins as she leans close, eyes still shining bright. "you're just like me now! we're practically twins!" she says, pulling you into a hug. "i'm keeping you forever," she whispers playfully, a warmth in her embrace, like she's truly touched by your choice.

❥ dabi.

walking through the hideout, your nose wrinkles as you try not to scratch at one of the mock staples on your face, adorned in a coat as similar as you could find and a wig you spent far too long to style. you find him lounging on one of the couches, resting, and a light grin forms as you clear your throat. he takes a moment to respond, glancing at you before snapping his gaze right back. "trick or treat," you muse, waving a candy bar.

he stares, clearly taken aback for a moment when the realization settles in. getting up, he stretches before making his way over to you, still a bit drowsy. "wow. that's.. that's almost scary," he drawls, circling you once and eyeing your attempt.

you grin up to him, holding up the candy bar. "it's called commitment to the role."

he snickers, inspecting you a bit closer. "gotta say, you look good in it." he takes the candy before tugging you closer, a faint smirk gracing his features. "guess you earned a treat, huh? next time, make it fireproof."

❥ tomura.

it takes a moment for you to actually knock on tomura's door, fixing your hastily styled, messy wig and oversized jacket that matched his look. you step in upon hearing his voice and nudge the door shut behind you. when he glances up, settled at his desk, his eyes narrow a bit in confusion.

"trick or treat," you say, holding out a small bag of sour candy.

he blinks a few times, more or less trying to work out the situation before it clicks, a low chuckle sounding from him. "you.. dressed as me?" he mutters, the ghost of a smile pulling at his lips. "guess i must've rubbed off on you.."

you toss the bag on his desk and shrug, showing a small grin. "thought i'd give it a try," you reply, doing your best to imitate his usual deadpan tone. "i make it look pretty good, huh?"

he rolls his eyes despite considering it pretty thoughtful, enjoying your little show. 'careful, now.. you're starting to look like someone i wouldn't mind keeping around," he says quietly, his own brand of playful, before reaching to tug your sleeve, a weak attempt at pulling you closer.

❥ eijiro.

after knocking on his door, you rock on your heels, fixing the bodysuit you'd added to your outfit, mimicking his signature hero look withy our hair styled into a spikey red mess. his eyes light up with delight when he opens the door.

"trick or treat!' you say with a toothy grin, showing off the arm guards you crafted for the costume.

he lets out a laugh, grinning ear to ear. "wow, you really went all out!' he exclaims, pulling you into a bear hug, even lifting you up a bit. "lookin' good, mini-me!"

you laugh and nudge a candy bar into his hand, his expression brightening even further, clearly touched. "this is awesome," he says, eyes sparkling with admiration. "you're a natural at this! i'd take you on my team any day."

he reaches over, nudging you playfully. "guess i got my treat after all." his voice softens, warmed at your gesture. "thanks for making this halloween so.. special."

❥ kyoka.

you knock on kyoka's dorm, lightly twirling one of the earphone jacks you'd made and attached to mimic her quirk. her mouth is open to speak when she opens the door but quickly closes, staring as she takes in the jacket, headphones, and edgy style that matches her.

"trick or treat," you say with a grin, holding out a small bucket filled with her favorite treats and snacks.

kyoka clears her throat, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she lets out a small, surprised laugh. "you.. dressed up as me?" she gives you a playful shove, a warm smile taking over. "you even got the earphone jacks! that's awesome."

handing her the bucket, you chuckle as she digs through it. "figured i'd try out being a rockstar for a night. pretty cool, right?"

she takes a piece from the bucket, shaking her head. "you look way cooler than me," she says, voice softening. "thanks for.. ya'know, being me for halloween. i kind of.. like it," she admits shyly

❥ momo.

you knock lightly on momo's door, adjusting the red outfit you'd taken the time to sew mimicking her hero look. when she opens the door, her eyes go wide for a moment and she clasps her hands over her mouth, a delighted smile spreading across her face.

"trick or treat!' you say with a little laugh, wanting to coo over her reaction as you hold up a fancy box of chocolates.

momo's eyes sparkle as she takes in every detail of your costume. "oh my goodness! you look.. incredible!" she says, thrilled as she reaches to touch the fabric. "you even got the little details.. you must've worked so hard!"

you smile as she takes the box, shrugging slightly. "only the best for my inspiration," you say, "thought i'd try out elegance for the night."

she returns your smile with a warm one of her own. "you look beautiful," she says softly, stepping aside to invite you in. "thank you for going to so much effort.. it means a lot to me."

❥ toshinori.

you knock on toshinori's door, swaying in your simple attire of a white tshirt and cargo pants, something easy that matched his style. when he opens the door, he takes you in for a moment before chuckling.

"trick or treat!" you say with a bright grin, holding out a small pumpkin bucket filled with his favorite candies.

he laughs, shaking his head, clearly amused. "well, well. you went all out, didn't you?' he says, though despite being amused, he's touched. "didn't think anyone would want to dress as me - at least not the everyday version." he adds with a shy smile.

handing him the bucket, you smile. "just wanted to show off a different side of the hero," you commented, nodding a few times.

he chuckles as he takes the bucket, reaching to affectionately ruffle your hair. "you're too kind," he murmurs, voice full of warmth. "thank you.. really. you brought some light to my day."

❥ mina.

grinning, you adjust the bodysuit and make sure your hair is fluffed up after knocking on the door, trying to capture her fun, energetic style. when she opens the door, she lets out a delighted squeal, clapping her hands with excitement.

"trick or treat!" you say, holding up a little pink halloween bag with treats for her.

"oh my gosh! you look amazing!" she exclaims, bouncing with excitement. "you even got the hair right! look at you!" she pulls you into a tight hug, giggling with pure delight. you laugh softly as you hand her the bag. "i thought i'd channel my inner mina for the night. i hope i did it justice!"

she beams as she takes the bag, practically glowing with excitement and appreciation. "are you kidding?? you're perfect!!" she coos, linking her arm with yours. "now we've got to go show everyone! best halloween ever!" and as she pulls you along, her joy is infectious, making the night even more unforgetable.

❥ keigo.

the sun has just dipped below the horizon, painting the walls of keigo's office with amber light casting through large windows. it's quiet for once, the evening calm settling throughout the building as the remaining staff begins to head home. you take a steadying breath as you settle the frame against the hallway wall and adjust the large wings on your back - crafted with hours of care and attention to match Hawks' iconic look as closely as possible.

you knock on the door, taking another calming breath as you hear the muffled sound of his voice. "come in," he calls, distracted, his attention taken by a mount of reports.

you push the door open, stepping inside and clearing his throat to get his attention. "trick or treat?' you say softly, not wanting to interrupt but still wanting to share at least a little cheer from the day. you do your best to strike a pose, the wings on your back spreading slightly.

it takes him a moment to look up from his desk, eyes widening when he does, taking in the sight of you. for a minute, he's stunned, mouth falling open before a grin forms. "well, look at that," he leans back, arms folding and raising an eyebrow. "didn't think anyone could look this good in my style," he teases, drinking in every detail of the outfit with a warmth to his gaze. "wait, is that.. my jacket?" he muses, head tipping.

"might have taken it from our closet?" you offer a playful smile and set the little gift bag on his desk but his attention is taken away, looking over the handmade feathers and intricate work you put into the wings. "oh, i didn't just dress up," you begin, "i brought you a gift."

you leave the room for a second to carefully pull the large picture frame into the room, shuffling to turn around to show him the front, revealing the perfectly crafted wings you made. the red wings are folded, perfectly centered in the frame, matching his as close as you possibly could. "i.. actually made these wings for you. i thought.. maybe, they could keep you company up here, give you a piece of yourself to stay in your office."

his eyes soften as he stands to cross the room, reaching to carefully touch the edges of the frame, taking in every detail - he's in awe of the near perfect detail to them, so much so, that it causes a brief ache of having lost them. "you made these... for me?" he mumbles, voice barely above a whisper. his fingertips trace the outline of the wings over the frame, gaze filled with gratitude.

"yeah," you say softly, feeling a bit bashful now that he's got such an intense look. "it's so you'll always have something to remind you of who are, wings or not, even on rough days."

keigo chuckles and moves to carefully lean the frame against the wall before pulling you close, hands settled at your lower back to keep you there. "you really know how to spoil a guy, don't you?" he sighs, voice full of warmth. "guess i'm the lucky one with treats tonight."

he presses a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. "thank you," he whispers, voice filled with sincerity. "i'll hang these up right were i can see them every day."

and as he pulls you close, you can feel the warmth of his gratitude, the unspoken bind between you that nothing could ever replicate.

[k8martins]

⏤͟͟͞͞☆ sea, swallow me

summary: just a little blurb about swimming w kate :P

warnings: mostly fluff.. mentions of alcohol, some suggestive stuff

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you squealed in surprise when you felt your girlfriend’s big arms wrap around you. lying in the afternoon sun and working on your tan lines was your ideal activity. but kate? not so much. so when she scooped you out of your pool chair, you knew what was coming.

“kateee!” you protest in a fit of giggles.

“you’re fine, baby,” kate said with her big smile, carrying you to the pool.

after being invited to a mutual friend’s pool for the day; you and kate had spent it all getting tipsy, playing beer pong, and other ridiculous games in the pool. the more tipsy you both got, the more touchy kate grew, but you didn’t mind. in all honesty, your drunken mind reeled at the way kate picked you up with ease.

“i was trying to tan, you know,” you said sassily as kate slowly stepped into the pool, still carrying you bridal style.

“mhmmm that’s too bad,” kate hummed.

once your feet and torso entered the water, kate laughed even more at your complaints.

“it’s not even that cold, girl!”

luckily for the both of you, the rest of the girls in your friend group had left for a quick trip to the corner store. and frankly, you and kate had tried to play it tame in front of the others. but now you could tell kate had reached the point in being drunk where she only wants to touch you and nothing else.

kate clutched you closer and went in for a soft kiss, taking her hat off that read “i love titties and beer”, and putting it on your head.

“you’re so cute,” you mumbled, brushing hairs off her sunkissed face.

“look who’s talkin’,” and kate adjusted her hat on your head.

kate loosened her grasp which allowed you to instinctively wrap your legs around her waist. your arms fell on each of her shoulders, now straddling.

“what if we play a game where… i ask you something and if you get it wrong i get to dunk you,” kate proposed, smiling dumbly.

“you just wanna put me underwater,” you laughed, lowering your hands to her back.

“maybe. i’ll just ask you one question then. what’s my favorite color?” kate asked, her hands on your waist.

laughing in her face, you slurred, “that’s such a stupid question. red?”

at the first syllable of your answer, kate gently leaned forward, putting your head under the water for a short second. you came back up laughing hysterically, in typical drunken style.

“i wasn’t ready,” you lied, wiping the water off your face.

kate dismissed your excuse with a smirk, going in to kiss you once more. this time it was more drawn out, her lips fitting onto yours perfectly. you felt kate’s hands begin to wander up and down your torso. she didn’t leave your ass untouched before toying with your bikini string.

“wait, my top!” you exclaimed, looking down. the top of your bikini had become loose, slightly exposing your chest.

“so?” kate looked at you smugly.

you playfully rolled your eyes as your girlfriend knew better than to get you naked with the rest of your friends being on the way. still, she tied your bikini back up with a sly frown.

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[dollesquee]

⋮ ⌗ ┆ JUST LET US ME ADORE YOU PT. 1

various genshin characters (Arlecchino, Ningguang and Thoma x gn!reader

A/N: So I've listened to 'Just Let Us Adore You' from Steven Universe on loop and immediately thought of writing smth like this. Needless to say, it took me 30 minutes to think of ideas nd I'm v grateful for everyone's support. Btw English isn't my first language so I extend my most profound apologies for any errors present in this work.

dividers belong to: @cursed-carmine

Summary : Love- a sensation-no a creed that millions would lay their lives for. This is simply a collection of snippets which highlight how different people would express their boundless affections for you.

CW: N/A

Arlecchino

Believe it or not, Arlecchino's actually quite inexperienced in the art of romance. While this could be attributed to the fact that she spent most of her life trying to survive amongst the evils perpetuated by the former knave, she simply didn't have the time-nor energy to foster a healthy relationship. Inside the cold, obdurate walls of the orphanage, love was but a fleeting luxury and she witnessed firsthand how such fickle emotions led to one tragedy after another, thus explaining why she never got into any relationships till now.

Yet, she'd still try her best to show up if you gave her the opportunity to. While she isn't the type to whisper words laced with honey into your ear nor will she be the type to spontaneously burst into an opera highlighting every single muse you're the embodiment of, a soft smile from her says more than than a mere sentence ever would.

Arlecchino's is very fond of styling your hair. Oftentimes, she'd find an excuse to touch your hair or rake her blackened fingers across a mass of strands, hands often lingering on your neck for a few more seconds before drawing away with great reluctance.

Expect countless drawings from the children of you two in various situations that reflect an idyllic life that many covet. Do note that they've gotten all their ideas from Arle's various musing's when she's zoned out-which used to be rare but has all but increased in it's frequency with your arrival.

All of her moves were executed with calculated tenderness. Yet, the fondness she holds for you is genuine and the imperceptible yet tangible flicker of tenderness that dances across her eyes when you rest against her shoulder reveals the depths she'd go for the sake of your happiness

Ningguang

Calling Ningguang a doting partner is a sore understatement. With the abundance of resources she possesses and the amount of influence she has on the entirety of Liyue, there's no doubt that she'd spoil you to Celestia and back.

Should you desire an item or an experience of sorts that could be acquired through monetary gains? It's yours now. The finest, most verdant tea leaves harvested directly from Chenyu Vale's best farms? Here. A pendant crafted from the rarest jewels in Teyvat? Expect it to be delivered at 11:30 am sharp.

Better yet, you could make a slight remark about wanting to attend a performance opened by the Hydro Archon herself. Ningguang already booked a carriage to Fontaine equipped with top-tier guards and the best of services there is to offer.

Mora isn't an issue for Ningguang as she's currently the richest, most affluent person in Teyvat. However, it is admittedly unusual for some of her subordinates to see her spoiling someone to this extent since their boss is usually quite frugal with savings unless if it's for a project or plan related to the Jade Chamber, the palace being her second source of Joy (Her first being you ofc).

In Addition to spoiling you with material possessions, Ningguang is also fond of styling you in various different garments and accessories. Your days in the Jade Chamber often consist of twirling in front of the mirror as endearments and praises flit across the room like silken petals, gloved hands adjusting the seams of your embroidered corset that costs more than your monthly salary at your old job.

Thoma

#1 househusband material. Rest assured that you'll be Teyvat's equivalent of a passenger princess. All your needs would be met with the efficiency expected from Inazuma most renowned fixer.

He's a gentleman. Always waiting at your hand and foot to walk you around the bustling streets of Inazuma, a hand wrapped around your waist while the aroma of freshly baked Taiyaki and chicken skewers waft across the cool air.

If you want a dish made. He'll definitely make it for you provided that he has the time-and ingredients. In the situation where he has neither, he'll probably bribe Ayato with boba to run an errand or two and travel off to Ritou to "negotiate" with some merchants-aka flatter them until he gets those ingredients for free. Once he gets them, a freshly prepared dish of whatever you desire would appear magically on your desk along with an embroidered napkin with both of your initials.

Speaking of embroidered napkins. He'd absolutely love to sew, crochet or participate in any sort of craft with you. At the end of every session, you'll be carrying a large knitted plushie of Taroumaru as Thoma stows the needles and yarn away for next time.

Mornings are always spent cuddling or doing each other's hair. Older couples see themselves in you both while the youth squeal and gush. Occasionally, the residential poltergeists would make a few kissy sounds behind your back in an attempt to embarrass you or make you the subject of mockery for the day but it always backfires on them.

.ᐟ up next : Just Let Us Me Adore You Pt. 2 (Wanderer, Kaveh and Al-haitham x gn! reader)

World Burn ( Arlecchino x ex fatui! fem reader)

Fingertip ( The fruits shall be unraveled in due time...)

@ Do not steal, repost or translate this work without @dollesquee's express permission xoxo. All rights for the characters are reserved to Hoyoverse

[dorabellingham]

Dinner plans

warning: none

characters: jude x mom!reader

summary: when your baby is too fussy to let you go to dinner

may contain spelling and translation errors!

Madrid, Spain — October 10, 2024.

The sun was already setting on the Madrid skyline, coloring the sky with shades of orange and pink. You were in front of the bedroom mirror, adjusting the long navy blue silk dress you had chosen for the special night. The thin straps highlighted your delicate shoulders, and the fabric flowed softly to the floor, making you feel elegant, even though a part of you was worried at home.

—You look beautiful, sweetheart.

Jude said as he entered the room, stopping for a moment to appreciate you. He was neatly dressed, wearing an impeccable white suit that highlighted his athletic build. His hair was casually styled, and the woody scent filled the air around you.

You smiled slightly, but there was a glint of concern in your eyes.

—Thank you, Jude... but I don’t know if we should really go. Benji is so moody today.

Your husband came closer, placing his hands on your shoulders, the warm and familiar touch trying to convey comfort.

—Hey, everything will be fine. Martina is already on the way, and he'll be fine with her. We need this time just for the two of us, don't you think?

You nodded, but your gaze went straight to the next room, where your baby was mumbling softly in his crib, his little arms stretched up high, as if searching for his parents. He was going through a difficult phase, too clingy to let go of you, and every time he left he seemed more defiant.

—I know, I know... it's just that he's been more attached lately, I don't know what's going on. —You sighed, releasing the air that seemed trapped in your chest. —Maybe it's just a phase.

Jude smiled understandingly and continued to run his hands over your shoulders, giving you a good feeling.

—It certainly is. And he'll get used to it soon. Besides, we're not far away, we'll just have dinner and be back before he notices.

You turned to him, touching the knot of his tie gently, as if that small action could distract from your worries.

—He knows when we’re not here. You’ve seen how he’s gotten more agitated since we started getting ready, Babe.

At that moment, Benjamin’s soft crying increased in intensity, turning into a continuous whine, as if he knew his parents were about to leave. You moved away from Jude, hurrying towards the baby’s room.

When you arrived, you found him lying in the crib, his little face red and his little hands clutching the blanket.

—Oh, my little boy.

You whispered, taking your little baby in your arms. Immediately, he calmed down a little, but sobs still escaped between heavy sighs.

Bellingham appeared right behind, watching both.

—He just wants to be held, babe. You’re his comfort.

Jude's voice was soft, but with a touch of contained frustration, because he knew how much these moments affected his wife. You rocked Benji gently, feeling his small body fit against his.

—I know, but it feels wrong to leave him like this.

—Do you think if we don't go he'll sleep better?

Jude asked, trying to find a solution. He understood your concern, but he also wanted to provide a special moment. You looked at him with an uncertain expression and Benji groaned, grabbing yiur dress as if holding on with all his strength. Jude sighed, feeling his son's resistance, but also understanding that they needed this time together.

—Maybe we can postpone the reservation for a little longer, until he calms down?

—Do you think they'll let us? It's a super busy restaurant, Jude...

You asked, already mentally preparing yourself to give up on the idea of ​​dinner.

—I'll call them, explain the situation. It'll work out.

The taller one answered, already taking his cell phone out of his pocket and moving away a little to make the call.

While he was solving the problem, you continued to calm Benjamin, who was now calmer in your arms, his little brown eyes slowly closing. You rocked him from side to side, the gentle rhythm making the baby snuggle even closer against his mother's chest. A small, affectionate smile appeared on your lips as she watched him.

—You know you can let mommy and daddy go out, right? Just for one night?

You whispered, kissing your son's forehead.

Jude came back a few minutes later with an expression of relief.

—I managed to postpone it in an hour. That way we can spend a little more time with him and leave when he's asleep.

You smiled, relieved, and blew a kiss in the air followed by a wink at him.

—You're the best, darling!

He shrugged, sending a kiss and a weak wink back.

—I’m good at negotiations, it’s part of my job.

You laughed softly, still rocking Benji. Jude came closer again, putting his arm around you and looking at his sleeping son.

—Now, let’s enjoy this little time with him, and then we have our night. Fair enough, right?

You nodded, feeling Jude’s warmth and love beside you. The baby finally fell asleep completely, his body relaxed in his mother’s arms. You sat together on the couch in the living room, Jude with an arm around you, both of you watching Ben breathe softly, his face angelic and peaceful.

—Sometimes I wonder if we’ll ever be able to have time for just the two of us again.

You confessed in a whisper.

Jude squeezed your arm lightly.

—We’ll find that balance. Benjamin is our priority, but we also need to take care of ourselves. This night is just a reminder that we are still us, Y/n. And that all of this is only getting more special.

You looked at him, feeling the weight of his words and the truth in them.

—Yeah... you’re right.

You were silent for a few minutes, enjoying the momentary peace before finally getting up to get ready again. When Benji was safe and sound asleep, with the babysitter already at the ready, you left the house, knowing that, despite the challenges, this night was for you —a little piece of time just for them, amidst the rush of being parents.

[tuesdaykiss]

“touching toes”

rafe cameron social media au

“he’s over more and more, had to give him a whole drawer. to be honest, kinda like seeing his trainers by the door.” — olivia dean, ‘touching toes’.

synopsis: after finishing her fashion studies at college in nyc, y/n moves to outerbanks to live with her grandparents. she worries about the loneliness that comes with being in a new place, knowing only her cousin topper and other relatives… that is until she is acquainted with a certain cameron.

part - 25 | 26 | 27

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your social media started to go quiet, in a sense; you were still posting weekly dumps, but you strayed away from shining a light on your relationship with rafe, allowing the hate to settle.

rafe didn’t post much anyways, so this was nothing new to him.

just last week, loewe had invited him to be in their fall magazine… so that’s where you were, right now.

the industrial studio was abuzz with activity as you stepped inside, the sound of camera shutters and the faint hum of a playlist filled the air. loewe’s creative team moved around, working to adjust lighting, fine-tune props and style models.

and in the middle of it all was rafe.

dressed in a sleek, metallic trouser, he looked like he belonged on the cover of every major magazine. his sharp jawline and piercing eyes were on full dissolution as the photographer barked directions.

your eyes were glued to him, you could not look away.

“he looks so… comfortable,” you whispered to sarah, who had also tagged along, “like he’s meant to do this.”

“don’t let him fool you,” sarah laughed, a smirk of her face, “he’s definitely overthinking every pose as we speak.”

you chuckled, shaking your head as you continued to watch your boyfriend switch between poses so effortlessly. his hand would brush through his hair, then adjust his shirt and fix is belt. the photographer seemed just as in awe as you, “yes rafe! that’s perfect — hold it right there!”

your story

the shoot took a break as the team prepped for the next set up. rafe strolled over to you, full of swagger and confidence.

“having fun?” his arms slipped around your waist, as he appeared behind you, his chin resting on your head as he swayed you both slightly.

“you’re fucking incredible,” you said, grinning up at him as you turned it face him, “didn’t know you could look any better.”

he shrugged, feigning nonchalance, “it’s not that hard, really. got the best motivation here with me, so.”

sarah rolled her eyes, “god, i’m gonna be sick.”

“and yet,” rafe shit back with a smirk, “you chose to come.”

the three of you laughed, the tension of the busy set fading momentarily.

sarah’s story

sarahfan101 replied to her story

YOURE FEEEEEEEDING US

sarahupdates replied to her story

will we see you modelling today? ❤️

the stylist handed rafe a new look — an avant-grade suit. while he got ready, you wandered over to the photographers monitor, grabbing a glimpse of the shots so far.

“y’all dating, huh?” the photographer asked with a knowing smile, catching you off-guard entirely.

“that obvious?” you replied, your cheeks burning red.

“you can see it in how he looks at you between shots,” he chuckled, “it’s not something you tend to fake, you know.”

his comment filled your stomach with butterflies, feeling a new-found sense of gratitude for your boyfriend yet again. you looked at him as he walked over, the thought of telling the world about the two of you suddenly seeming a lot less scary.

“what are you looking at?” rafe asked, as his palms planted on your shoulders.

“just admiring your work,” you pointed at the screen as you leaned into him.

“or my face,” he quipped, causing you to playfully nudge him.

the day had been long but exhilarating, and you couldn’t stop replaying the way rafe had looked during the shoot — confident, charming and completely at ease.

when you arrived back at your grandparents’ house, rafe unlocked te door, stepping aside to let you in first. ��home sweet home,” he said with a tired grin, tossing his keys on the coffee table.

you kicked off your shoes, flopping on the couch with a content sigh. “what a day!” you said, looking up at him.

rafe raised his eyebrow, “it’s tiring being so hot, i don’t know how you do it every day.”

“you’re too sweet… honestly you were incredible today,” you said squeezing his hand tightly, “you belong in that world, rafe.”

he shrugged, a hint of a bashful smirk playing on his lips, “it’s easier when you’re there… makes me wanna do better ‘cause you’re watching.”

the two of you resided to your bedroom, fully content with the day and very much ready to sleep.

you hesitated for a moment, as you both lay in the dimly lit room, biting your lip as you looked at him. “you know… today has made me think about something.”

rafe tilted his head, curiously, “yeah? what’s that?”

you sat up, propping yourself on your elbows, “maybe making our relationship public wouldn’t be so bad.”

he blinked, his expression shifting between surprise and intrigue, “really? what changed your mind?”

you exhaled, gathering your thoughts for a second, “i saw you today, rafe — you didn’t care what anyone thought, you really owned it. and… the photographer well, … he said he could tell we were together by the way you looked at me.”

“smart man,” he smiled.

“i guess i’ve just realised that hiding this… hiding us — i’m just not ashamed too being with you, rafe.”

his eyes softened, and he reached out to take your hand in his, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

you smiled, your voice slightly quieter now, “i just want to live our lives without worrying about what everyone else thinks.”

rafe leaned closer, cradling your face in his palm, as he kissed you between words, “you have no idea how much i’ve wanted this.”

you laughed softly, leaning into his touch while he continued, “to not have to sneak around or keep it quiet. god, i just want to be able to hold your hand — kiss you — in public, whenever i feel like it.”

you kissed him, slow and sweet, your worries about going public melted away. when you pulled back, you looked into his eyes, your heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks.

“so we’re doing this?” your voice steady.

“we’re doing this,” he confirmed, pulling you into his chest.

you layed there, wrapped up in him, and for the first time you felt a sense of peace. the world — his fans — may have opinions, let them: you didn’t care. what mattered was you and rafe, you were both so happy… you couldn’t wait to show the world how much he meant to you.

a/n: thank you for being so incredibly patient with me, this last week has been a whirlwind… but i’m back!

and i’m back hating this smau… whoops!

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[rillian4e]

Neuvillette short drabble nsfw

Cw: fingering, soft sex?, age gap, established relationship, use of pet names, two cocks, not proof read, might be a little ooc.

After a long day of work, what better way to relax than release all his pent up frustrations on his sweet, ever so loving and caring girlfriend? Being the Chief of Justice was not an easy job, he's been alone for centuries until you came along that is. He loved nothing more than you, his sweet little girl who always tried being there for him.

"It was of no issue, my dear. Don't worry about such trivial matters, they are for me to worry about, not you." He exclaimed, pulling you into a warm, passionate kiss, his hands squeezing your waist tightly, holding you against the wall.

Before you could protest, his hands found their way under your skirt, rubbing against your clothed cunt, the action made you let out a moan, grinding against his hand for more. Noticing your reaction, he smiled to himself, sliding your panties to the side and slipping two of his digits into your wet cunt, making you tremble as you wrapped your arms around him, feeling his fingers thrust in and out of your greedy hole.

"Do you like my fingers inside you that much?" He asked, pressing a kiss on your soft lips, you couldn't answer his question, instead grinding down onto him eager for more, for your much needed release.

"N-Neuvi, please...I need more- please, I wanna come!" You begged, looking up at him with big doe eyes, knowing just how much it makes him give in.

Neuvillette let out a light chuckle, thrusting his fingers deep inside you, hitting your cervix, he knew what you wanted but no, he couldn't fuck you yet, he had to prepare his sweet angel first and foremost, his hand squeezed one of your breasts, making you tighten up around him. "Shh, it's alright, my dear. I'll give you more soon, very soon." He reassured you, working his fingers inside you fast and rough, the squelching, wet sounds would normally make you feel embarrassed but right now you didn't care, you just wanted him, his touch, his fingers, his cocks.

Soon he felt you clench around his fingers, he could tell by your teary eyed expression that you were close, he bit down on your neck, marking you with hickeys. The sensation of his big fingers inside you, his lips on your neck and his sweet dirty praises made you overwhelmed, cumming on his fingers hard.

Neuvillette pulled his fingers out of your cunt, the loss of his fingers inside you made you let out a whine. "Open up, love." He murmured, without protest you opened your mouth, taking in his fingers which were a mess, all sticky and wet from your orgasm, the sight made you embarrassed but also aroused.

As you sucked on his fingers, he unfastened his belt, his hardened cocks pressing against his abdomen, pre-cum oozing out, he wanted you so badly but he wouldn't ever want to hurt his most precious angel in the world. He valued your pleasure over his, no matter the situation, your pleasure always came first.

He pulled you in his arms, carrying you in bridal style and placing you on top of his desk, "Are you ready, my love? Tell me if it hurts," he murmured, kissing you on the mouth and cupping your breast into one hand, he played with your breasts, sucking on one nipple before angling his cock against your entrance, he slowly pushed one of his cocks inside you, making you groan at the stretch, he let you adjust to his size before starting to thrust into your tight cunt, rough and precise thrusts, hitting all your sweet spots... Gosh, how you loved having him inside you, being bred by him, you so badly wanted both of his cocks.

After making you cum on his cock twice, he finally decided it was enough and that you were ready for both of his cocks, how could he after all resist you when you begged so nicely, "I want it, Neuvi! Both of them. I can take it, I wanna take it, please..." your sweet pleas were impossible to resist, you didn't ever take both of his cocks even though you both did try but you ended up being too tired after so many rounds...

"I'll put the other inside now, is that alright with you? I will be gentle, tell me if it's too much or if it feels uncomfortable." He remarked, pressing gentle kisses on your face, when he saw you nod eagerly, he chuckled, "Always such an obedient girl, hm?" He pinched your nipple, making you let out a moan, soon, his hand reached to your lower region, rubbing your swollen clit as he slowly pushed his other cock inside you, you felt like he was splitting you in two, it was too big, he was too big. Big, fat tears formed in your eyes, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

Neuvillette noticed, kissing away your tears as he used a finger to make you look at him, "Does it hurt, sweetheart? Do you want me to stop?? Please don't be afraid to tell me, it pains me to see your tears." He whispered, looking at you with love and affection, you smiled, shaking your head, "N-No, no... I can take it, don't worry." You mumbled, he was worried but nodded, continuing to push inside you as he traced small circles on your clit to make you more relaxed.

Ten minutes later, both of his cocks were inside you, the stretch was painful but more manageable now, Neuvillette kissed you, asking if you're ready for him to move to which you nodded your head. The feeling of not just one, but two cocks inside you was heaven, it felt so warm, so good... You didn't even know how it fit inside you, not being able to focus on anything but his cock stretching you in two. Wet, loud noises filling his office, both of you not caring about if someone hears, all that mattered was him and you, it felt as you two were the only ones in the world.

You couldn't even remember what round this was, eighth? Nth? You couldn't remember, only focusing on his cocks filling your cunt up. All you knew was that you would surely be pregnant by the end of this night, all fucked out and filled with his seed.

[soapyghostie]

can i ask for soft/comfort headcanons with danny? nothing too complicated :)

something like his S/O had a shit day at work and just comes home sick and tired and just wants to go sleep ,like how he would handle it

Another request, that’s been in my inbox for months, wrote and done! This was a fun one. Hope y'all enjoy!

The Ghost Face/Danny Johnson

Danny has been excitedly awaiting your arrival from work all day since seeing you is the best part of his day. When you enter through the front door, Danny immediately notices the exhaustion etched across your face. 

Danny, being the ever observant partner he is, could tell that words weren’t necessary in that moment. He wordlessly guides you into the cozy living room – dimly lit by the soft glow of a few strategically placed candles – to the couch, gently encouraging you to lie down. He then disappears into the kitchen to brew a comforting cup of chamomile tea, knowing its soothing properties will help you unwind. 

As you sipped the calming tea, he wordlessly joined you on the couch, opting for a silent companionship not wanting to bother you about your day, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. Danny understands the importance of sometimes letting the weight of the day lift without the burden of words. Though normally unsettling to others, Danny's presence is a source of comfort and relief, allowing you to relax. 

After some time has passed, Danny breaks the silence by softly humming a familiar tune – a lullaby that he heard as a child – calming the atmosphere in the room. When he finishes humming the lullaby, Danny holds you tighter while softly murmuring words of reassurance, assuring you that are safe and that he is always there for you. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat serves as an unspoken promise of unwavering support. 

Danny will gently encourage you to share your thoughts, but if you still don’t want to then he won’t force you to tell him anything. You can rest against him in peaceful silence as long as you want until you're ready. However, his presence seems to be lifting the weight of the day off your shoulders even without having to talk about it.

Danny is a very physically affectionate lover; he understands the power of touch and the comfort it can bring. He’ll run his fingers through your hair with tenderness that defies his gruesome appearance, creating a soothing sensation helps melt away all your stress and worries. 

Danny will turn on your favorite movie, wanting to offer a distraction for you to take your mind off of today. The familiarity of the movie brought a soft smile to your face, as you immersed yourself in the familiar plot while cuddling closer to Danny. Normally Danny would find himself also getting immersed into the movie as well, however, right now all he can find himself getting immersed in is your eyes and your smile. He loves your smile and makes his day ten times better. 

As you start to doze off, Danny notices and suggests you guys retire to the bedroom. You have had a long day afterall. He picks you up bridal style, carrying you upstairs to y’alls shared bedroom. The room was adorned with soft lighting and plush pillows, creating an atmosphere of peacefulness. Once Danny lays you down on your side of the bed, he goes over to the thermometer and adjusts the temperature to your liking and ensures everything is just right for a peaceful night’s sleep. 

As Danny lays beside you, he envelops you in his arms, creating a cocoon of safety and comfort. The gentle rise and fall of his chest matched the rhythm of your breathing , ultimately lulling you into a deep, restful sleep. In these quiet moments, Danny reveals a side of himself that only you get the privilege of experiencing – a protector with a heart capable of extraordinary tenderness. 

[he4rts-f0r-evang3line]

im usually not a fan of sommophilia (dont even know how you write it) but

(nsfw under the cut, fem reader in mind, its not a joke when i say i NEED mike injected in my veins)

content:height difference slight size kink, unprotected penetrative sex, sub mike, aftercare included bc im fucking sick of smut finishing when they cum

also if this does better than my full works im offing myself /hj

dt: @unabashedcroissanttreefan 😵‍💫

imagine getting woken up by mike's muffled moans as he slowly grinds his cock on your ass, little/big spoon style while youre asleep because he doesn't want to wake you up

pretty boy being just so needy and fighting the urge to fill your pretty face all over again with his cum, but he's so shy he cant seem to wake you up so he contents himself to just grind on you

"is my handsome boy getting all needy?" you ask softly, amused and surprisingly aroused as he nods slowly.

you then sat down on your bed, softly lifting his chin up with one hand, and slowly teased his already hard cock, already full of precum dripping.

"aww." you mumbled on a pitying tone. "already so flustered for my touch, arent you?"

he nodded slowly, with pleading eyes full of nothing but lust and love, practically begging you to fill you with his warm and soft release.

and who would you be to refuse him? he looks so cute as a flustered whimpering mess you turned him into, it would be unfair for him to just leave him like this :((

you then got on top of him, eyes still full of sleep, wearing one of his shirts you borrowed from yesterday, and it just made him so hard.

you looking so small in his shirt was such a sight to him,

and he sure was turned on.

as you got on his lap, he hastily drew his hands to your waist, in a soft yet possessive way.

you then kissed him all over his body, from his neck to his lower stomach. when you reached his cock, you adjusted yourself in his lap so that he could penetrate you, as you were as needy for him as he his for you.

you let out a muffled moan, not expecting his cock to be this hard, but especially to feel this good inside of you.

"mmm.... you feel... so good... and... so warm...." he panted.

a few moments pass as he kept on thrusting in you, and with each move you both felt yourselves come closer to reaching your climaxes.

as you both did, he took a moment to admire you, a soft smile on his face, his warm release all over your stomach.

"you did good, you know that?" he whispered softly as you put your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"thank you" you sigh softly, "you too"

and then you both fall alseep little/big spoon style because thats what id do

ok this ends v abruptly now watch me RUN to horny jail

hope you enjoyed and pls reblog ily wmah

-@cielles-miscellaneous-vault

[tinytennisskirt]

A Chaotic Reunion: Part Two

Part 2 Summary: A continuation (find the first part here). ChildhoodBest friend!Art visits the reader's gallery before it opens and asks reader on a date only to have it ruined by Patrick, who is going through something. Things are unconventional, but Art still ends up in the reader's bed by the end...

Warnings: Patrick being suggestive, drunk Patrick, (touching, kissing with Art)

You woke up earlier than usual, nerves, somehow waking you before the alarm. But you used your time wisely. You showered with the good soaps and sprayed your perfume fresh out of the steam. You got ready, fixing your hair up and doing your makeup. You got dressed in your regular business casual work clothes, style, but comfort first.

Julie was up and chatting like she didn't get home and crash on her carpet before you and your other roommate saw and pulled her into her bed. She had a miraculous luck that never let her be hungover the next day, you joked that she was the drinking messiah.

“You’re heading in early?” She asked, passing you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with cucumbers on the side for breakfast. Not the usual, but it was fun enough.

“Yes, I have a friend coming to see the art and I thought he would like it better if it was just us. Without me having to tend to the potential buyers who you know can be a pain in the ass." You told her. Your other room main Shailene hummed.

“That guy from last night?” She grinned.

“There was a guy?”

You chuckled, “Yes. An old friend though, genuinely. From childhood. His name is Art, he’s a… tennis player in town for a tournament, I think."

“Art Donaldson,” Julie said. It didn’t sound like a question.

“Yeah?” you said, surprised. “How did you know that?”

She looked disbelieving, “The only Art in tennis I know is Art Donaldson, no way that’s your childhood friend- he’s hot, Y/N. He’s mega-hot, no way.” Shailene laughed from the kitchen as you ate your food.

“He is mega-hot, Y/N,” she chimed in. “He was totally eyeing you down too, I saw from when I was approaching that man was down bad.”

“He was not,” you laughed. He might have been. Your boobs comment from the night before rang out in your brain and so did how he reacted. Hmm… maybe he was, but not majorly. You weren't ugly, you couldn't rule it out entirely. “But I’m showing him the gallery is all.”

“Mhm,” Shailene hummed again.

“Okay, shhhh,” you said, setting dishes aside and going to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You heard the girls out in the living room whispering about looking up his tennis highlights. You shook your head- you’d gone to sleep last night watching those. “See you later!” You called to them as you spun out the door. Best to avoid more interrogation and just let the morning unfold.

You drove over and opened as usual, keeping the sign on the door saying closed. You ensured everything was tidy and clean and just as beautiful and colourful as the days before. You went through a few gallery emails, replying and sending. And on time, there was a knock at the door. You fixed the sleeves on the black long-sleeve shirt and adjusted the square neckline dip as you walked over to unlock the door.

“Hey,” he said. He had two coffees in hand, iced coffee. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” you answered with a smile. He smiled right back and extended you an iced coffee. You were glad it was iced, hot coffee on a warm morning would just feel too corporate. And gross. “Thank you! You didn’t have to.”

“I’m not bringing nothing for the woman giving me a private tour of her gallery. Plus, I need it after last night," he said. You moved out of the way so he could come in. His eyes widened as he met the colourful surroundings of the gallery. “Wow- this is amazing.”

“My team and I hand-pick everything,” he spun and looked at you. You put a hand to your forehead, “I’m in work mode. My friends, my roommates and I we pick the art. We went with a theme of colour because we thought it is one of the most universal things about art is that there is colour. Sometimes shade, but when you think art, you think colour.” You gestured to everything. “An ode to that.”

He listened to you intently and walked with you as you showed him the gallery, piece by piece explaining things. He would joke, you’d joke back, and the banter was sweet and easy. You caught up on life, more. Talked parents and school and local town things. You sat on a bench overlooking one of your biggest pieces. “It’s nice to speak to someone not so involved in tennis.” He said, looking over at you.

“I was thinking I didn’t bring it up enough,” you replied, eating the ice out of your finished coffee. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” he nodded. He turned more your way so that your knees touched. “Everyone in my life talks about tennis more than their own children, family, accomplishments. Even I talk about it too much. You and the art here- it’s been good to hear about something like this.”

“I’m glad the gallery could be your escape,” you said. “And I’m happy you like it and I will GLADLY speak about anything other than tennis because I know nothing other than hitting a ball back and forth.”

He laughed, “Perfect. That’s all you need to know.”

“Oh phew,” you sighed. It was nearing opening, you heard your roommates come in downstairs. His head turned. “I’m glad you came to see it though. Escape or no escape.”

“Me too. It’s really impressive what you have here for yourself. And it’s been great seeing you, everything you’re doing is amazing and beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Your eyes met his, blue with bits of brown, those long eyelashes. “I wasn’t even sure what I was doing was worthwhile.”

“Probably more than,” he replied. “This gallery is amazing and you're doing it with your friends? Most people can't say they love what they do let alone that they do it with people they like and actually know. I'm jealous, honestly. But I know you open soon, so I should probably be on my way... Do you get off at nine?

“Most days,” you replied. “I can leave a bit earlier today since I started and did the opening process an hour before we opened. And thank you. I needed to hear something like that."

“Always." He said, standing. You stood with him, taking a second to toss your empty cup into the nearby bin. "-And perfect- I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner? Late… dinner. With me.” He asked, hands shoving themselves into his pockets. Your eyes widened a bit. Was he asking you out? “Is there a local place maybe? I’d love to be shown around a bit more if you have the time.”

“Of course- I-“ you fought a wide grin. “I’d love that. There’s a little Italian place just a few doors down from here or there’s an Indian place two blocks from here… or the sushi place a bit closer to my apartment. They’re all open late.”

“Sushi sounds good,” he said, standing up. “So do I call the number on the business card when I pick you up here at 8:10?” He flipped the card between his fingers.

You chuckled. He would pick you up? From work? That was his plan… “Oh, here- you grabbed the card from him, took the pen from your belt loop, and scribbled your number out for him. He grinned his crooked grin and your heart fluttered just a bit. “I’ll see you, then.”

“Sounds perfect,” he said. You both headed down the stairs of the gallery, past your friends who were doing a bit of near-afternoon filing. “I’ll call. Thank you for this, I think I needed it and I will for sure be back.”

“Sounds perfect,” you echoed. “See you later.”

He kissed you on the cheek before saying goodbye and exiting out the front. You turned around and the second he was no longer able to hear, both Julie and Shailene squealed. “The cheek kiss? So cute!” Shailene said, raising her hands above her head. “He so wants you, I honestly wouldn’t have minded if you two went at it against the Rosenthal in the corner.”

“That’s enough,” you smiled.

“Is it?” Julie asked. “Not so much as a kiss?”

“It’s 11am!” You said. “Who kisses someone at 11am? Besides it’s a bit different, we have so much history. Childhood together versus now, I think I’m having trouble not seeing the little blonde boy who would burp for a laugh." That wasn’t true, that image faded last night as you dreamt about him. There was no more little boy in Art.

“Okay, but what was that ‘see you later’ business?” Shailene asked.

“He asked me to dinner,” you started. Both girls opened their mouths to speak. “It’s probably friendly! I have no idea what his intentions are. He said he’d pick me up at 8:10, if I can get off early tonight- is that okay with you guys?”

“More than,” Julie squealed. “I’ll stay at my boyfriend’s tonight, Shai, you can come with me if you want? I have clothes you can wear there.”

“Hold on-“

“He’d be fine with that?” She asked Julie. Julie nodded excitedly.

“Perfect,” Julie said.

“I’m not bringing him back to the apartment!” You said. These girls were too forward sometimes. “We're just catching up."

“That’s what the early opening was for? That’s what dinner is for?” Julie stated, as if it was common sense. “Shai and I are more than happy to get out for a night. You deserve some good sex.”

“How would you even know if he’s-“

“He’s a tennis player! There’s gotta be some force there.” She continued. “You can run home on lunch break and get one of my dresses if you like. Or anything. Just don’t wear work clothes, you won’t be able to let loose that way.”

You nodded. Shailene grinned. “Maybe wear that midi-dress with the slit up the thigh. Ooh, with the red mary-janes!”

“Ooh,” you smiled. “Okay, okay. I’ll go on lunch.”

“I’m so excited for you!” Julie clapped. It was a matter of getting through the day. All day, you three talked about him and your childhood, what drove you two apart, etcetera. At lunch you went home and grabbed the clothes and some of your makeup to touch up on. You worked the rest of the day with a few buyers coming in. It neared 8 and the girls were still just as excited.

Your phone rang. “Is that him?” You asked? You were in the bathroom in a spare moment just getting changed and touching up.

“It’s him!” Shailene ran your phone to you. You smiled and picked up.

“Hey,” you said.

“Uh- hey-“ he sounded preoccupied, you could hear he was in the car. “So I really was looking forward to dinner with you, but my best friend is going through something right now and he is inconsolable in the manly way, which if you know what that’s like, he might be a bit out of control.”

He was cancelling? You shut the door to the bathroom. “That’s okay, I understand. Are you cancelling?”

“I don’t really want to, so if you’re fine to meet a friend, I would love to see you still. I just can’t leave him alone, you know?” He said. “I am so sorry, Y/N. This is the opposite of what I wanted for tonight and I completely understand if you would rather it be just us. We can reschedule."

You shook your head as if he could see, “No, that’s so admirable that you’re keeping him close. Don’t be sorry whatsoever, I promise it’s okay. And if you don’t want to cancel, I’m still free.”

“You promise it’s okay?” He asked. “I am so so sorry I would usually never do this, I promise I will make it up to you.”

You laughed, “It’s endearing! I don’t mind. He’s okay though?”

“He’s okay but on a level where I’m not sure what he’d do if I wasn’t around,” he replied. “I’m picking him up right now, I’ll be there in ten if you still want me?” Of course, you did. It was unconventional, but it was okay.

“Sounds good,” you replied. “I’ll see you soon. Don’t worry too much, okay?”

He chuckled, “I’ll try. See you soon.”

You said goodbyes and hung up. You I immediately updated your girls on the situation and they were disappointed but were sure it would still be good. And soon enough, Art’s car pulled up outside and thank god, his friend wasn’t in the front seat. You waved goodbye to your friends, grabbed your purse, and left, getting into the car. It was nice, clean.

“Hey, you look-“ he started, “Wow.”

“I didn’t want to wear work clothes out or I’d feel like I was still at work,” you told him. You turned in your seat to face another man. He seemed tall, with dark curls, and a bit of facial hair. You recognized him as Art’s tennis partner.

“Patrick,” he said, giving you his hand to shake. You shook it, he smiled.

“Oh, I know,” you grinned. “I’m Y/N- wow, two tennis stars in one car.”

“Okay, as if.” Art said, putting the car in drive again. “No tennis talk, for both mine and Patrick’s sake.”

“Done,” you said. “I don’t have enough tennis content in my head to remark on anything anyways. So the sushi place is just by my apartment, if you take a right up here, then pass two streets and a left, then you’re there.”

“Perfect,” Art said. “How was work?”

“Not too busy today, we had one of our regular buyers in today and sold two pieces to him, but the rest was marketing, emails, and planning for a gallery event.”

“What kind of event?” Patrick asked from the backseat. You half-expected him to stay quiet from the greeting that was just his name.

“Oh, it’s a bit of a sale where the proceeds go to a local children’s hospital for funding,” you told him. “Every year me and my coworkers put it on and it’s usually pretty successful.”

“That’s impressive,” Art said.

“And considerate,” Patrick added. “You’re big on charity?”

“When I can be,” you replied, and you turned back to Art. “The event is in a few weeks, lots of shrimp, so if you want to come just let me know.” Art looked over at you with a soft smile.

“I’d like that,” he replied, seemingly happy that you’d invited him. You smiled back. “You’ll have to send the details.”

“I will for sure,” you told him. You got to the place in no time and Art parked the car. “This is it. It’s a cute place, open late, I can’t tell you how many times me and my roommate have had a random craving at 1am and came down for sushi. That’s my building right over there.” You pointed across the street.

Art looked over, getting out of the car, then back to you, eyes lingering on your dress. “They’re open that late?”

“Yeah,” you laughed. “And the sushi is amazing.”

Patrick got out of the car and rose to be about as tall as you imagined. He was a bigger guy than you had observed from the dark of the back of the car. More muscle mass to his body, visible in his t-shirt and cargo shorts. “I’m starved.” Is all he said. You looked at Art and he mouthed another ‘I’m sorry’ and you laughed quietly, hitting him gently in the arm.

You all headed in, got a table, and started ordering immediately. Patrick wondered what the Japanese alcohol was like and ordered some for the table. You didn’t feel much like drinking, but it was headed to the table anyway. You and Art filled Patrick in on all the details of the games you played as kids and he took pleasure in teasing Art about playing the ‘girly’ games.

“Hey, I looked good in the princess shoes,” he said as Patrick reached over and ruffled his blonde hair.

“It’s true. And there was no way I’d let him pretend to be a prince because that meant we would have to kiss, because you know that’s what princesses and princes do,” you said. Patrick chuckled. "- And he rocked the crown and dress as well.”

“A crown and a dress? You were her bitch at age nine?” He laughed at Art, who pretended to hide his face. “I’m impressed, but I’m not surprised. I mean look at her now. Big-time gallerist who runs charity events.”

You pretended that didn’t land as if it was flattery, blinking it off. Art raised his head. You ate another California roll.

“Yeah,” Art said. “It’s not like she didn’t play guns with me.”

“If you ended up a princess and she ended up with a toy gun, that’s a bit telling.” Patrick added. He poured himself a bit of the drink he’d ordered for the table. It was more than a cup.

“He was a bit under my thumb… I was a bossy child,” you joked. Art nodded and smiled. Patrick downed his drink. “I’m not so bossy now.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Patrick grinned a wide grin and part of it was suggestive.

“Is it?” You questioned.

“I’d say so. I think Art would agree. Nothing is wrong with a bossy woman as long as it stays-“

“Okay…” Art said, almost dismissive.

“Hm,” you hummed. You tried the drink, but it was bitter, not for you. Patrick picked up that you hated it from the look of disgust and poured your share into his cup. “I’m collaborative, I think. You’d have to ask my friends because now I’m rethinking.”

“Collaborative is okay too, I don’t complain,” Patrick said, drinking more. He had a slight smirk on his face. Art shook his head and looked at you, your mouth stayed a little open from the words you'd just heard. “You know Art told me he ran into you but he didn’t say anything about how gorgeous you are.”

You felt a bit cornered, your cheeks feeling a faint bit of pink just from the situation. Art rubbed his eyes and rested his chin on his fist, pouring himself a little bit of the alcohol and drinking it. “Thank you,” you replied. “I wish I could reply with anything of the sort but I wasn’t expecting anyone else with us tonight.” You tried to laugh it off.

“Okay, Patrick,” Art came in, dismissive again. “Come on.”

“What?” He said, hands up in questioning. “You said dinner with a friend- I didn’t picture someone like her. You can’t tell me she’s not gorgeous.” The bottle was somehow more than half-gone. You weren’t sure what to say.

“She is- but Patrick, please.” He urged him quietly and you pretended not to hear. Patrick was for sure tipsy and was for sure flirting. All you focused on was the ‘she is’.

“Me? Come on? You’re all stiff, Buddy.” Patrick downed another cup you hadn’t even seen him pour. You understood what Art meant by going through it- something was up with him for sure. “Look at her, look-“

“Thank you,” you said again. Art looked at you apologetically. You took back the bottle of alcohol and drank right from it, just a swig. Disgusting but you probably needed it. “And thanks for coming, honestly. It’s been good meeting you.”

“You’re scaring her away, Artie,” Patrick said, ruffling Art’s hair again. Art looked embarrassed, to say the least. The Japanese alcohol was surprisingly strong. You guessed that was why it was so bitter. Patrick must have been well on his way to full drunk if a swig brought a fuzz to your vision for a moment. It passed.

“I think we should get out of here,” you said. Art nodded immediately. He got up faster than you could and went to the counter to pay. You couldn't even object. Your eyes followed him, tracing your eyes over the long-sleeve dark green shirt he was wearing with pants that looked really nice on him. You wondered if that was what he wore to games- it was nice- but looked comfortable. You wished he wasn’t paying.

You looked back at Patrick, who had just finished off the bottle when you weren’t looking. You were in trouble now. “You really are gorgeous. Are you single?”

“Uh- I am, but-“

“I’d love to take you out,” he said. “I’ll ask Art to send me your number.”

“Maybe…”

“Are we done flirting with Y/N?” Art said, coming back with a huff, sliding a card back into his wallet.

“Hardly,” Patrick grinned. You couldn’t help but smile at that response, it was funny. Art helped Patrick up, letting him lean on him. Art’s eyes practically projected an essay of apology. You were watching the alcohol sink in slowly to Patrick, he was getting worse, it seemed. And when you got into the car, Art put the key in the ignition and the car did not roar to life. It sputtered.

“Fuck!” Art exclaimed. “I knew I should have taken her in earlier. I’m sorry, the car has been on its last legs for a month or two now and I was going to get it fixed, but I put it off-“

“It’s okay,” you told him, hand on his upper arm. “Does it need a jump?”

“I’m not even sure if that would save it,” he laughed, almost, but it sounded fake. Patrick’s laugh from the back seat was very real. “Fuck, I’m sorry guys. I’ll call a cab.”

“Do you want to come back to mine?” You asked. “Just across the street, you can crash there if you’d like. My roommates are out tonight.” Might as well make use of the empty apartment.

“Really? I don’t want to impose,” Art said. He looked you dead in the eyes, looking for something genuine in you, almost disbelieving you'd be so kind to take in his fucked up friend.

“I wouldn’t offer if it wasn’t what I wanted. It’s probably best we get him somewhere secure fast- he’s had a lot.”

With a nod, you and Art got out of the car and started pulling a drunken Patrick out and over to the apartment. You and Art tried your best to ignore every pass he was making at you, calling you pretty, saying your nicely the colour of the dress went with your skin, talking about the slit of the dress. And you dealt with it all the way up the elevator and as you unlocked the door.

Patrick stumbled in and Art guided him to the couch. “Colourful,” Patrick said, “But bright.”

You dimmed the lights with the dimmer and shut the door behind you. “We keep some art here. Stuff we’ve bought, thrifted, found."

Art took a second to look around. “It’s nice. Really nice,” he said. Patrick sat up on the couch and looked around for a remote. You tossed it to him. “Which room is yours?”

You pointed to the one at the end, “Second biggest room. We drew straws.” You told him. Patrick looked like he had no idea how a remote worked. He put it down and got up, staggered and swaying. You looked at Art and Art looked at Patrick.

“Can I talk to you?” He asked you, dismissing Patrick. You nodded and pulled him to the kitchen just a bit more away from the drunk stranger in your living room. The second you were alone, he put his hands to his head. “I am so sorry about this. It’s one thing to bring your friend out when you ask a girl to dinner, but another to have him off his ass and go back to her apartment because your car decides to kill itself.”

“Art-“

“I know- because you’re kind and you’re sweet and perfect- that you don’t mind, but that doesn’t mean I don’t. You have no idea how sorry I am for all of this, but I promise you I’ll make it up to you.” He said, eyes on yours, his hands on your upper arms the same way they were when you bumped into him. Gentle, soft. “Thank you for this though, I really appreciate you giving us somewhere to go and I swear it won’t happen again.”

“I do promise it’s okay,” you reassured him, fighting the urge to laugh. He was sweet, worried, but sweet. “Thank you for apologizing though it’s not needed. Shows your character.” He smiled a little, but his eyes widened. You felt a hand on your waist, less gentle, less asked for. Not the hand you wanted there...

“Patrick-“

You turned, stepping away from his grasp. You didn’t know what to do or say. “You smell amazing,” he said, slight slur to his words. “Do guys ever tell you that?”

“Not often,” you replied. “What’s up?”

“Can’t get the TV to work,” he replied. “But if you have any idea of what we can do instead, I’m all ears.” He was so drunk. Japanese alcohol was a quick fix, apparently.

You slipped past and back into the living room, followed by the men. You could hear Art whispering to Patrick behind you as you grabbed the remote and turned the TV on.

ART DONALDSON US OPEN HIGHLIGHTS

In bright white splayed across the top of the screen started playing. You covered your mouth and closed it as fast as you could. You forgot your roommates were watching that this morning- your heart skipped a beat from humiliation.

Fuck. You put on the first thing you saw, some cop comedy movie. You turned it down enough for it to be background noise and Patrick crashed on the couch again. And he was silent.

Art walked over to you, “US OPEN highlights is crazy,” he said quietly, leaning on his arm against the wall you had your back to. “I have better games than that.”

“Mmm, so you saw,” you replied, voice hushed. You felt your cheeks flush just slightly. “My roommates were watching it once they found out you were coming to the gallery early.”

“So they know all about me then. They’re fans,” he said, fake-boasting. You smiled and shook your head. "Sometimes I hate tennis. I can never be mysterious and unknown."

“They think you’re hot mysterious or not. They’re a fan of anyone who is hot. You should have seen how my roommate Shai got about the hot mailman from downstairs- she practically made a fanpage. I swear we had a shrine for him somewhere.” You told him.

“And I don't get a shrine yet,” he laughed. You two kept quiet, leaning against the wall behind the couch. Patrick stayed quiet.

“Tennis player is somewhere high on Shailene’s list, I’m sure I could set you up,” you shrugged.

“What, that’s crazy. You don’t think I’m hot?” He teased. “Is it the crooked smile? I’ve been told it’s crooked.”

“Nobody hates the crooked smile, I promise.” You told him. And that exact crooked smile crept up his face. You smiled back. “I think it’s quite nice.” You added.

“Oh just nice, hm. That’s like me saying you look good.”

“Do I not?” You prodded. “And I said ‘quite’ nice.”

“No, no, you look quite good,” he replied. You smiled and hit him in the arm playfully. “I hate saying it because I know Patrick beat me to it, drunk and all, but you do look gorgeous. And I’m sorry it wasn’t just us tonight.”

“I know you’re sorry, but it’s not the end of the world. You are allowed to stop being sorry, I swear it’s okay,” you replied. Patrick coughed loudly. “Here, come in-“ you stepped into your room and turned on the lowlight lamp in the corner, casting dull orangey light around your room. You sat on your knees on your bed and he sat with you. “My room.”

He shut the door and looked around. And he was gorgeous, observing the things in your room. How he looked under the golden lamp light, over his features, over his curls. You were alone. He looked at you, “Your room is so comfortable.” He said. "I'm too used to empty hotels with fluorescents."

"Yuck, I couldn't live if the only lights I had were white, they need to be warm or I feel like I'm at the doctor."

"Oh, it's the worst. Especially trying to wind down at night, even the lamps buzz with the same feeling as the dentist." He said. "You have so many books and... so many pillows." He chuckled, referencing the pillows on your bed, on your desk chair, in the corner of your room. He sat on the bed next to you, close to you, still observing. You watched his jaw as he looked up at the ceiling to your stain glass light fixture and the art on your walls. It was silent with the low rumbles of the voices on the tv just outside your room.

It hit you harder, in the silence of the room with the closed door, that there was nobody else here with you. No Patrick in the room. Nothing between you two. You felt a bit like you’d just put down a baby to sleep, finally.

“Is it also hitting for you that we are alone for the first time? I feel like we just put Patrick down.” Art turned to look at you, shifting his body a bit on the bed.

Your eyes widened, “I was thinking the same thing! Like he’s a child we sent to bed finally.” You laughed.

He laughed. “Exactly!” He had a nice laugh. You leaned forward into each other as you laughed and his hand rested itself on your knee. Your forehead touched his shoulder just barely.

And surprisingly the laughing lasted a lot longer than you imagined. Every time either one of you tried to catch your breath you’d just start laughing again and it was contagious and all-consuming.

But it ended the second he kissed you.

His hands slipped over your jaw and around your ears and he pulled your face to kiss, lips meeting perfectly in the centre. It was sudden but it was natural and it was easy and you kissed him back immediately, slow, compared to the pace of the day. His hand slowly slid from your jaw, down your neck, to the back of it. Your hand slid down his chest and around his back.

He didn’t stop, he didn’t pull away. He just got up on his knees, kiss unbreaking, just as strong, and leaned you back so your head hit your pillows gently. He situated himself above you, kissing you and kissing you right. The way he kissed was better than anything you’d ever had, it was gentle but still strong and wanting as his hands traveled down your waist and yours migrated to around his neck. The giggling had ended for sure as he kissed the side of your mouth, then your cheek, your jaw, over your ear, your neck. Your hand slid up into the back of his hair, finding a grip on the curls.

Your legs wrapped around him, your leg slipping through the slit in the dress, pressing against him. His hand slid down your thigh and over your near-bare hip. his grip on it perfect. If you could have pulled him closer you would have, but in this circumstance it would mean something you weren't quite ready for tonight.

He kissed your neck and collarbone softly, nose grazing your skin as he went along, soft lips pressing to each point until they met yours again. Hungrier, faster, he gripped your hip harder, but enough. His hand slipped further up your dress through the window of the slit, hand on your waist now, your underwear the only thing under it, but ignored by him. He was touchy but in the right way, hand on waist, hip.

You sighed heavily as he kissed over to your ear again, lower lobe, just behind your ear, moving your hair out of the way. It sent goosebumps trailing over your skin.

But you couldn’t help but giggle, the laughter from earlier catching up. He stopped and he moved back over you, face to face. You kept giggling and kissed him once more, a small peck. He grinned. “What’s so funny?”

You laughed again, just a giggle. He kissed you again and you both rolled over in the bed toward the wall and you nearly hit your head but it just made things funnier. He laughed too, placing a hand behind your head to keep it from hitting the wall again. You sat over him, hair falling in both yours and his face. “What’s so funny?” He asked again, but he was laughing now too. And you kissed him again. Just as strong, just as passionately, quieting things again.

Patrick stayed quiet for the rest of the night, presumably passed out on the couch. You and Art spent the rest of the night laying together and talking more, the way you would have if your date earlier had gone well. Talking, kissing freely, a lot of laughter but enough shushing as to not wake Patrick or anything.

"You do smell really good," Art said, brushing your hair behind your ear.

"The communal date-night bodywash bottle," You told him. He found that really funny. "And vanilla perfume."

You kept laughing, talking, connecting. It was easy, like you'd never parted ways. But eventually, he fell asleep. You followed soon after and fell asleep with him, your head on his chest. And it was a rocky, but good night in the end. A good place to resume not only friendship but maybe something else. You’d have to wait and see.

- tts masterlist

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distant // svt jeon wonwoo (pt. 2)

synopsis: after you come home drunk and angry late one night, wonwoo realises he has to change to keep loving you from this close.

(forced marriage trope, non-idol au, kinda(?) angst)

a/n: ask and you shall receive HAHAHAH due to popular demand here's the second part my sweets! i'm sorry it took a longgg while for me to write this, i've been pretty busy 😅 it's a bit long (i may have gotten carried away) but i hope you guys like it!! enjoy xx

for the friends that wished for a part 2 🫶

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you tucked a lone strand of hair behind your ear as you hooked on the earring that matched your outfit, adjusting your dress as soon as you were done. you smoothed out whatever crinkles that were visible and inhaled deeply as you took a final look in the mirror.

it was the night of the dinner. the dress you were wearing was pretty, a v-line maxi dress that reached just below your knees with sleeves that puffed a little bit at the shoulders and cuffed at your wrists. you paired the navy blue dress with a silver belt and a matching silver watch and butterfly shaped earrings. wonwoo had bought the jewelry for you in secret, telling you they would look good with your favourite watch when he gifted it to you a few days ago.

"you look pretty," he complimented you as you stepped out of your room.

very, very pretty, he thought, but he kept it to himself. he didn't want to make you uncomfortable. he noticed the earrings and his heart swelled.

i knew it would look good, he thought to himself.

"i... uh, thank you," you managed a smile at him. "you look nice too,"

wonwoo smiled. he was wearing a button-up that matched the colour of your dress, donning his signature office look. his shirt was tucked into his black trousers, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbow. his hair was parted and styled neatly, his rectangular frames resting on the bridge of his nose making him look all the more appealing to anyone who had eyes. he looked really nice.

the both of you left the apartment and made your way to his car quietly. the dinner was being held by one of your closest friends, choi seungcheol, to celebrate his birthday.

wonwoo was nervous, to say the least. he was pacing around the living room just moments before you stepped out. the idea of a social event thrilled neither of you, but he was more worried about messing things up between the both of you.

the morning after your outburst, you had been the one to apologise first over breakfast. you told him you had a long week and shouldn't have taken it out on him, but it bothered him. why were you the one apologising when he was the one in the wrong? there was one thing wonwoo realised over and over: he didn't deserve you.

it bothered him so much his heart hurt for days. he didn't think he deserved you, but a selfish part of him wants you by his side. your marriage was forced, but over time it seems he found comfort in your smile and peace in your presence. so his selfishness is working to keep you as close to him as he can. he should have been better to you from the start, but at least (he hoped) it wasn't too late.

it's been almost two weeks since your confrontation, and every day since, he's been trying to make it up to you. you noticed, no matter how grand or subtle his gestures were.

it was awkward at first. you weren't used to being the centre of his attention. he was being more attentive and you weren't just strangers living in the same house anymore, so it felt weird. you were confused. you were finally getting along with him as you've wanted, but it was so odd you contemplated whether going back to the way things were was a better option.

you contemplated going back to the way things were to the time even before you met him.

you had touched on the topic of divorce that morning while the both of you were eating, but wonwoo stopped chewing and paled so ghostly white you thought he was going to fall sick, so you just cleared your throat and said it was about a friend. you never brought it up again. wonwoo still saw through your lie and it's been keeping him on edge. he was determined not to let you go.

you wanted to give in. he wasn't a man of many words, but he was trying. he was trying his absolute best and you wanted so badly to let yourself love him with everything you have to give. but you were scared.

what if he's just being nice? he's a good guy, it's how he is.

so many thoughts would cloud your mind and wonwoo would catch you zoning out often, sometimes even when you watched him. you've seen his kindness. he was a good hyung, son, and friend. he doesn't usually raise his voice and you were sure his heart was made of gold. his smiles were warm and sincere, and he was so beautiful and gentle with just about anything and anyone. there wasn't anything extravagant and special about the way he is with you now, he was just being himself and warming up to you more.

and it was so hard not to notice. he'd come home earlier on some days just to have dinner with you, or sit with you to watch TV while he worked. he'd crack jokes you'd think were funny, and even if you tried, you couldn't miss the fond smile that rested on his features as he let his soft gaze linger while you talked, or laughed, or did something.

it petrified you. the care and love you felt for him scared you to your wit's end. you didn't know what to do with yourself. if you let the walls you tried so hard to build crumble, whose fault would it be? wonwoo's for showing this side of him that you so desperately wanted to see? or yours for never learning your lesson?

"we're here," you heard him say.

you turned to face him, surprised to see him leaning his weight on his elbow that he had propped onto the storage compartment between your seats.

the light from the streetlamp outside illuminated his features so well he looked ethereal. heck, even the light in the car could have been the moonlight with the way he looked right now. 

his seatbelt was already off, which meant that you might have already reached your destination for a few minutes. you could have sworn you were at a stop light just a few seconds ago. so had he just been watching you?

wonwoo did park the car a few minutes ago. he turned to announce your arrival, but you were chewing on your bottom lip so deep in thought that he didn't want to interrupt. he settled for taking off his seatbelt and propping his elbow on the storage compartment, watching you with your eyebrows furrowed.

he wanted to know what you were thinking. he wanted to know how you felt. he worried if you were trying to find reasons to leave him, not that it would be difficult. he wanted to know if you thought about him. he wanted to know everything about you, beyond his observations.

please don't leave me, i love you. he thought.

i love you. he realised.

his heart ached. the only regret in his life right now is not realising how much you meant to him sooner.

he noticed you sigh subconsciously and decided to tell you that you were already at the venue. when you met his eyes, he smiled warmly. the kind that emphasised his smile lines as he flashed his perfect teeth and made his eyes small.

you returned the expression with a smile of your own, your heart beating so loudly you were sure he could hear it. you wished so so much that your face wasn't burning up. that would be embarrassing. you haven't had the chance to admit it to him, but wonwoo's smile was your favourite thing in the world.

"shall we?" he asked and you nodded.

you inhaled. suddenly nervous, you fumbled a little with your seatbelt but managed to unbuckle it, moving to open the car door and get out.

"wait, let me do it," he said.

"it's okay, won. i can do it," you tried but he was already out of the vehicle and jogging to the other side.

you collected your birthday gift for seungcheol and your purse from your lap as he opened the car door. wonwoo's heart was beating in his ears as you thanked him with a small smile, stepping out of the vehicle and letting him lock it behind you.

you walked towards the event hall while he collected his own gift, deciding your heart couldn't take it if you turned around to wait for him. you couldn't watch as he tried so hard to win you over. it broke your heart.

but it was also because of your weak heart that you walked slowly, pretending to make sure everything was in your purse so that he could catch up to you quickly. it worked, and you felt his presence next to you shortly after. his height allowed his shadow to loom over you, blocking the light from the streetlamp.

you couldn't resist and looked at him. he had a look of concern washed over his features, wordlessly asking if anything was missing. you swallowed hard. he was closer than you thought, but you managed a reply and told him you were just double-checking and that you had everything. he nodded and the both of you walked quietly across the street.

"can i... uh- can i hold your hand?" he broke the silence, taking the risk after contemplating it in his head for what felt like hours.

wonwoo felt like he couldn't breathe when you didn't respond. you were taken aback and couldn't find the words at all. he was beginning to regret even asking, awkwardly adjusting his collar until he felt your hand clasp his.

he exhaled a breath he didn't even know he was holding and looked at you while he smiled in relief, but you weren't looking at him.

you refused to. if you did, your guarded walls would crumble. the effect he had on you was dangerous.

the both of you reached the venue where the dinner was being held still hand in hand, but you let go as soon as you saw seungcheol to wave at him. wonwoo gave his hyung a hug and wished him a happy birthday and you did the same when he came up to you. the two of you passed the older man his gifts and he beamed, inviting you further in the hall as he welcomed other guests that came after you.

wonwoo licked his lips nervously, wanting to take your hand in his again. but since you made no move to do it, he decided against it and kept his hand balled into a fist by his side. he didn't want to push his luck too far.

the both of you walked over to where some of your mutual friends and wonwoo's colleagues sat. you took a seat next to vernon and seungkwan, who have been your best friends since high school. wonwoo took a seat in between you and his best friend and business partner mingyu, who you smiled at politely while walking past him earlier to take your seat.

"do you need anything?" vernon asked from next to you while the waiters started serving food on all the guest tables.

"no, thank you. i got it," you smiled at him.

vernon nodded and passed you a glass of water that was handed to him by the waiter, which you thanked him again for. he mumbled a 'no problem' as he grabbed another two glasses for seungkwan and himself.

"kwannie, could you get me two sashimis there?" you pointed at the sushi buffet laid out in front of him in the middle of the table.

wonwoo bit the inside of his cheek as he watched seungkwan grab your plate to help you, wishing you asked him for help too. he was fond of seungkwan and vernon, he really was. he was glad that you could count on them, but wonwoo wanted you to rely on him too. especially since he knew you rarely asked for help if you could do it yourself.

the rest of the dinner flew by. you mostly spoke to vernon and seungkwan, and occasionally to seungcheol who came by every now and then to talk or check how things were going.

most of the dinner's guests left after seungcheol's closing birthday speech, and only about twelve of his closest friends, wonwoo included, stayed behind for some drinks and a short get-together.

it was well after midnight when you and wonwoo reached home. since wonwoo had a few drinks, you drove home and let him take a nap in the car. you appreciated the quiet ride, not willing to strike up a conversation. you preferred the silence mostly because you didn't know what to say.

what you also didn't know was that wonwoo only pretended to be asleep in the car. at the function today, he felt his heart sink deeper and deeper into the pit of his stomach as he watched you interact and laugh with other people.

he wouldn't have minded. he would have actually loved it had you not been ignoring him for the most part. he wanted to brush it off as you haven't met your friends in a while due to your work, but you actively avoided eye contact and looked away quickly whenever you did meet his eyes. it made him think the worst case scenarios.

he wanted to share laughs with you too. the dinner was an opportunity he had been looking forward to, but he forgot that it was a social event after all. he couldn't help it. it felt like all his progress went down the drain.

so he pretended that he was asleep in the car and stood behind you when you unlocked the door to your shared apartment. you took him by surprise when you turned and grabbed his arm to guide him in, letting go only when you sat him on the sofa and went to pour him a glass of water.

you set the mug of water down and wished him goodnight. when you straightened up to leave, he quickly held on to your forearm. his grip wasn't too strong but it stopped you in your tracks anyway.

"why are you avoiding me?" he finally asked the burning question in his head.

"i'm not avoiding you," you denied.

it was a lie and even he knew it, but he relented when you gently peeled his fingers off of your arm.

"yes you are," his voice lowered as he stood. "why?"

"i don't know what you're talking about," you averted his gaze.

"you're doing it again," he stepped forward and you stepped back.

"i'm not doing anything," you tried to stand your ground, looking at him again.

"you're taking care of me one moment and then the next you're refusing to speak to me," he explained. "did i do anything wrong?"

his voice cracked and your heart wrenched painfully in your chest. he gently held your hands but you pulled away, apologising softly.

"no, no. i'm the one who's sorry," he retracted his hand and paused.

you shook your head. "you didn't do anything to be sorry for,"

"then why are you avoiding me?"

"wonwoo, please understand," you began, and his heart hurt that you called him by his full name. what happened to the nickname you gave him?

your throat was closing up and you were finding it more difficult to control the tears that were welling up in your eyes.

"what is there to understand?" he pried. "you're confusing me,"

"i can't spend a single second more with you," you admitted, the tears you tried so hard to hide streaming down your face.

his eyes widened and his heart leapt up to his throat. his head hurt. this was it. you were set on leaving him already, no matter what he did to try and keep you by his side. he desperately searched your expression, but all he saw were your tears. you were crying and it pained him. he hated himself for being the reason you were crying again.

"sweetheart, please don't cry," wonwoo reached forward, but you stepped back, wiping your tears and turning away from him.

a choked sob from him forced you to face him again. he sat back down, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as tears of his own started to wet his cheeks. he wiped his face quickly.

"whatever it is, i'm sorry," he cried. "but please don't leave. i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry,"

"wonwoo, please," you begged.

your resolve was crumbling. you couldn't watch him fall apart like this. you kneeled in front of him when he buried his face in his hands. it could have been the drinks he had, but wonwoo found himself unable to control his emotions. you pried his hands away from his face and forced him to look at you.

"please let me go, hm?" you coaxed, but he shook his head, still crying.

"why can't you understand?" you rested your forehead against your fists that were holding his hands. "i can't spend another second with you or else-"

you froze. you almost let it slip and wished he wouldn't ask, but of course he heard it and had to know.

"or else what?"

"nothing," you got up quickly and turned your back to him.

"stop avoiding me, y/n. talk to me, please," he begged.

"or else what?" his voice cleared.

"or else i'll fall in love with you!" you confessed, facing him while you threw your hands up in frustration.

wonwoo was standing again, frozen in place at your admission. you sniffled and sighed, eyes burning into his.

"again," your voice lowered to barely a whisper. "and you won't love me. again,"

your words hung so thick in the air it suffocated you. both of you.

"i'm tired of this, won. if you don't want me, let me go. i can't keep loving you if-"

your sentence was cut short as he grabbed your hands and pulled you into his embrace, engulfing you in his arms and his large frame. this was the first time you were this close to him, and you could feel his heart hammering against the shell of your ear.

a fresh stream of tears escaped the corners of your eyes and you sobbed into his chest. if this was how he felt, why didn't he ever tell you? wonwoo didn't know what to do, so he tightened his embrace, whispering sweet nothings into your hair.

when you regained yourself, he cupped your face in his hands as you pulled away and sniffled. he grinned at you, that heartache he called a smile tugging at your heartstrings. his cheeks were wet with his own tears, which you reached up to wipe. he chuckled and shook his head, wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb and then his face with his sleeves.

"do you love me that much?" he asked quietly. "enough to love me a second time?"

you nodded, still unable to find the right words that expressed your thoughts. you didn't have to, though, because wonwoo understood. he studied your features for a little while, caressing your cheek and tucking your hair behind your ear.

"may i?" he asked again, this time making you raise your eyebrows.

you hummed inquisitively and he leaned forward. oh.

you closed the gap between the both of you, your lips meeting his. the both of you held on to each other as if you were afraid the other would disappear if either of you let go. his hand cupped your cheek gently while the other rested on your waist, and your hands were in his hair and on his back. the both of you eventually broke the kiss and he nestled his face in the crook of your neck while you rested your chin on his shoulder.

"i love you too," he pecked your skin. "i'm sorry it took me so long to realise. please don't leave me,"

"wonwoo..."

"hmm?" he hummed against your neck, worried again when you didn't call him by his nickname.

"that tickles," you joked and a loud laugh reverberated from his chest.

i love you. enough to love you for more than just this lifetime. you thought as you let yourself giggle and tighten your arms around him.

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masterlist // part 1