#put this in my drafts last month and then got really scared for some reason and forgot to post it. oops

[sugardecreme]

eat yo food bitch damn..........

[aroace-insert-reader]

hey! I've been craving a idea... Could you write a hurt/comfort for Bakugo with a retiredpro!reader who got put out of commission and months/years later she turned from a happy, playful girl to an angry, isolated person? And Bakugo finds her?

Hey! I'm here to ABSOLUTELY BEG FOR YOUR FORGIVENESS 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ I made this blog and then was promptly completely sucked into the chaos that was my senior year of high school and had no time at all to do anything creative. I can't even remember when you sent this in but I know it's been sitting in my drafts since LAST YEAR. So so sorry. I'm finally completely done with high school and will hopefully have a little time to do some other things. I hope this is enjoyable enough to make up for the long wait 🤍

Pro-Hero Bakugou x Retired Pro Hero Reader

**all pairings on this blog are platonic**

(non-detailed spoilers for the manga ending)

Despite everything, UA was everything you could have wanted.

You enjoyed your classes. You loved your friends. You wanted to learn how to save people.

Sure, your first year and a half was a mess. Fighting for your lives and for everyone around you. It was terrifying, but you guys won. Not without losses and injuries and lots of things that needed to be rebuilt. But you did it.

Which is why it hurt so fucking much to be where you are now.

You helped defeat the most infamous villains in recent history at fucking fifteen years old.

And now you can barely leave your apartment.

Injuries aren't anything unfamiliar to heroes. Especially not to you and your classmates. Close calls, hospital beds, and physical therapy, could almost be considered close friends.

But you've always gotten better.

"I'm sorry, (name). It might be more reasonable to consider a career change."

The words echoed in your head.

"...consider a career change."

consider.

Like they gave you a choice.

As soon as your agency heard about the extent of your injuries, they very politely let you know that they couldn't keep a hero that would be out of commission for more than 6 months on payroll and promptly kicked you to the curb.

It was a underground mission gone wrong.

One day you were a hero, the next you weren't.

And aside from some small news outlets and gossip blogs debating the cause of your disappearance, the world moved on.

Sure, you still technically have a license.

But that doesn't do you much good when you can barely hobble to your job as a barista. (You know, the one that you had to get because you now have no income.)

You haven't spoken to anyone since the mission.

Your phone got busted and you got a new number and you couldn't really stomach putting in the numbers of everyone else out there living your dream.

Hell, you're pretty sure Todoroki just made the top three.

You know it isn't fair to your old friends.

But at this point, you're not really sure that you can be friends with them anymore.

You can't laugh or smile or joke around.

You can't be the life of the party.

You didn't die in that mission, but it sure feels like some part of you did.

You're not really sure that their friend still exists...

"--Are you even listening to me?! I swear people these days! The disrespect!" The woman standing in front of you startles you out of your thoughts.

"I apologize ma'am," you plaster on your best professional smile. (The one that used to be for scared kids and victims of terrifying crimes or accidents. The one that used to be for something good.)

(Now all it's good for is keeping face while you're being yelled at.)

"Can I offer you a free dessert to make up for this inconvenience?" You really hope that the offer is enough to placate her. It's almost closing and you just want to get home.

"You think a cheap cookie is enough to keep your job?! Do you know who I am?! I--"

"--I sure as hell don't," a way too familiar gruff voice cut in.

Shit.

"Look, spout all you want about 'people these days and their disrespect' but yelling at some poor underpaid worker definitely isn't the picture of 'loving thy neighbor' or whatever. Besides, I want to get my coffee and go home. I have had a rather long day. You know, chasing villains around Tokyo." Bakugou pulled down his face mask and let the realization of just who was scolding her set in.

The woman at the counter flushed red and started spluttering before finally giving up and storming out the shop's door.

"Sorry about that, people can be such dicks. Anyways can I have a-" Bakugou cut off when he finally turned to look at you. Eyes wide he exclaimed, "(Name)? The fuck are you doing here?! We all thought you died! You couldn't think to send a text?!"

You don't want to do this right now.

You so don't want to do this right now.

"Can I take your order?"

"No, No! You are not getting out of this that easy. We mourned you, you asshole! Your agency didn't say jack shit about where you were and you never responded to any calls or messages. You fucking moved! What else were we supposed to think!"

With every word that flew out of his mouth you could feel your blood boiling and hear it rushing between your ears.

What gave him the right?

Before you knew it, words were flying out of your mouth too.

"No! No! You don't get to yell at me! My agency didn't say 'jack shit' because they want nothing to do with me anymore! They kicked me to the curb after my last mission! I moved because I couldn't afford my fucking apartment! My phone got busted so I couldn't reply and excuse fucking me for not wanting to hang around my old friends, the friends that are living my fucking dream, while I'm barely getting by as if we didn't save the world when we were fifteen!"

By the time you finished you were out of breath and half the coffee shop was staring at you. The other half were pretending not to.

"(Name), why don't you take the rest of the day off and sort this out outside?" Your manager suggested gently.

"Whatever." You didn't have the energy to argue.

Bakugou stared holes in the back of your head as you pulled off your apron and limped over to put it away.

When you were done he lightly grabbed the crook of your elbow and helped you outside. Tucked away from prying eyes. After that show in your work, you couldn't do anything but let him.

"... (name)? Why didn't you tell us?" He asked softly. He sounded... hurt. "We... we would have helped you. Any of us would have. Did you really not trust us enough to help you with this?"

That wasn't it.

That really wasn't it.

Of course you trusted your friends.

Of course they would have helped you.

Its just...

You were ashamed.

Ashamed of being a fuckup.

Ashamed of being fired.

Ashamed of failing the mission.

And afraid that your friends would see what a wreck you really were underneath that happy bubbly friendly exterior.

And afraid that that happy bubbly friendly person that they all knew might have really died that day.

You can't stop the sobs that crawl up your throat.

And bakugou leans over and holds you tight while you babble through explanations.

A friendly shoulder to cry on.

-----

Later that evening you're tucked tight into a booth with the self-proclaimed bakusquad.

They hold you tight.

And shed a few tears of their own.

Then you share drinks and food and boisterous laughter (even if yours is a little tired and strained).

You head back to your apartment with fresh contacts for old friends in your new phone, an offer for a consulting position with shinsous weird undergrounder association thing, and love for your friends tucked back around your aching heart.

You're still angry at your agency.

And you're still hurt.

But maybe...

Maybe you don't have to be upset alone.

[marvelgirlstories]

Hi, I realized that I accidentally saved this to my drafts instead of posting it. 🥲🥲 This is the George Weasley fic that I wrote to celebrate one month on Tumblr. ❤️❤️❤️

Enjoy Xxx

George Weasley x reader (dating)

Cute Date

SFW

Warnings: Bad language, Fred scaring people, George being sad

It was a sunny Friday and you were slowly dying in the north tower, where you had divination. You were sat next to George bored as fuck, trying not to fall asleep. You were just about to close your eyes, when George passed you a note.

Hey gorgeous,

Are you free tonight?

Yes Yes

Go on a date?

Yes Yes

Pick you up at 7.

Your loving boyfriend,

George Fabien Weasley

Xxx

You chuckled as you read the message and saw the possible answers. Georges face lit up when he saw the message, even though he knew you wouldn't turn down the opportunity.

After divination you finally got to speak to him. He pulled you put of the way of all the people wanting to get down to the great hall for lunch. You were about to say something when he kissed you. The kiss lasted about 20 seconds before you broke it. "So pick you up at seven?", George asked. "We literally have the same common room", you answered. "I'll take that for a yes.", he said. "Dress code?", you wanted to know. "Nothing to fancy", he replied. "Ok.", you said leaning in for a kiss.

You were finally ready at five to seven and so you went down into the common room because George couldn't come up to the dorm. You were wearing your favorite outfit to wear outside of school. You had glammed it up with some jewelry and make-up and you did your hair.

He was already there and you could see how his eyes shone when he saw you. But as he made no move to go over to you, you sat down near the golden trio and tried to help Hermione help Ron and Harry with their homework.

At seven he walked over to you. "Wow, you look stunning", he said, before pulling you in for a deep kiss. "Get a room", Ron shouted and George pulled away ready to yell something back. But Hermione got there before him hitting Ron on the head with a big bit of parchment. "Don't worry about him", you said,"I was promised a date!" "Come on then, gorgeous!", he said, leading you out of the portrait hole.

"Where are we going?", you asked as you both went down the stairs. "Shhhh", was what he said. When you stood in front of the corridor with the one-eyed witch, you knew where this was going. "Oh no. No. Not Hogsmeade.", you said, before you could stop yourself. George turned around to face you. "Well, I mean... If you don't want to we don't have to.", he answered, trying to hide how much it hurt him. But you knew him to well to think he didn't mind. "No, George. Fuck! That's not what how meant it." You internally cursed at your self. You lightly kissed him. "I was just worried. I thought we might get caught. But then I realized you would of thought of that. Because my loving boyfriend, George Fabien Weasley thinks of everything." "If you are sure...", he said. "Don't worry, handsome. I will always go along with your crazy plans." He smiled. "Come on, then!", he said opening the tunnel.

He stepped in first, then helped you down. After he closed the passage, he took your hand. "You ready", he asked. "Of course", you replied. He took out his wand. "Lumos!" "Come on!", he dragged your arm as he started to run. You joining his pace.

You ran for about two minutes before you slowed down to a walk. After a while, you got to the end of the tunnel. "Ok. Let's go!", he said. You two snuck up through the storeroom and into the main shop. The owner wasn't there. He was probably up stairs. You two made your way to Zonko's and then two the Three Broomsticks. Madam Rosmerta gave you extra cream with your Butterbeer. "You are the first Hogwarts students that have snuck out tonight.", was her reason. "This is really nice. Thank you so much!", you said to George. "It isn't over yet, love. There's more to come.", he replied. "Well, I'm looking forward to it.", you said, kissing him softly.

When you had both finished your Butterbeer, you went outside. "You ready for the rest of the date?", he asked. "Always", you answered. He grabbed your wrist and lead you back to Honeydukes. After you snuck back down the tunnel. He took out his wand, ready to light it up. "Wait!", you said. He was about to ask why when you kissed him passionately. Taking your time, tasting the Butterbeer you both drank. His tongue ran along your bottom lip and you let him in. He pulled away just before it became a major make out. As you whimpered at the loss of contact, he reasoned you with: "There plenty of time to do that later." He lit up his wand and you carried along the tunnel. He went first and then helped you up back into the corridor. Suddenly you heard a voice. "Well, what do we have here?"

You both froze "Umm...", you were about to say something when Fred appeared. "Fred! You idiot! You scared us to death!", George shouted. "I thought you were Snape.", you added. "Keep your voices down", was all Fred said back. George was just about to lunge at Fred, but you held him back. "Leave him alone.", you said,"It was kind of funny!" "At least someone has humor around here!", Fred exclaimed. "Don't test my patience.", you shot back. He put his hands up in defense. "Have fun, you two.", was the last thing that he said before he crept away. "Come on, gorgeous. Let's get out of here before Filch or his cat finds us.", George said. "Where are we going?", you asked. "It's a surprise!", he replied.

"Well, considering we are going up the only stairs that head to the astronomy tower, it's not much of a surprise, is it?", you commented. "Ok, cleverclogs. Whatever you say!", he answered, half annoyed, half amused. You where about to say something back, when you stopped in your tracks. You had reached the top of the tower, but your mouth dropped all the way to the bottom again. "Do you like it?", George asked, not being able to read your face. "I love it! It's beautiful!" He had set ups beautiful picnic area with candles, pillows, blankets, a picnic rug and all of your favorite foods. "I didn't know what...", but he didn't get any further, because once again you pulled him in for a kiss. "Wow!", he exclaimed, when you finally pulled away.

He lead you loosely by the wrist to the rug covered in blankets. George picked up a chocolate-covered strawberry and fed it to you. You both had an amazing time eating, laughing and having fun. It was so nice to relax instead of studying or catching up on homework. Then George put on your favorite song. "May I have this dance, madam?", he asked standing up and bowing in a truly gentlemanly style. "Of course.", you said. As you two slowly danced across the room, you rested your head on his shoulder. "What did I do to deserve him?", you thought. "Everything", he replied. You looked up startled. "Did I say that out loud?", you asked. "Yes"

When it was finally time to go, he took you to his dorm. Everyone else was asleep, so it didn't matter. "Thank you so much!", you said while you were cuddled up in his bed. "Of course. I love you.", he replied. "I love you too"

You both fell asleep, enjoying your last moment as before the next school day together.

Hope you like it ♥️😘 See you all soon. Xxx

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@kandis-mom @felicitylemon

[crumpetz]

Are You ok? I'm worried

I am okay! Don't worry! This goes out to everyone in the past months who's sent something like this too. I'm sorry I never replied. I was tired, saved it for later, and then forgot. If i seem like i'm blowing you off, this is probably the reason every time :')

I was putting off giving much detail, cuz i didn't want to share so much about my personal life that it felt burdensome for ppl just there to read i guess? but being vague is actually having the opposite effect so, if you don't wanna know, please skip this!

what's been going on with me is mostly a connective tissue disorder i've had since i was born, and it's the kind of thing that gets worse over time. around my last update of Big Road Home, it had one of those "getting worse" checkpoints.

i lost a lot of strength and dexterity in my hands, meaning there are some days typing isn't doable. i've had all these new food allergies and sensitivities, so a lot of my life is just in the kitchen trying to make food i can eat without reacting. i had to go off my pain meds cuz they were making the food reactions worse, so i've been spending a lot of my life managing pain (it's been surprisingly good, btw, it's just time consuming). i also had covid again, and the long-covid brain fog is so bad this time :'''( i'll be halfway through writing a sentence and forget what i just wrote and where i was going with it.

written out like this, i'm aware this seems like a lot. and it is. but i really don't want anyone to feel burdened by it. i'm not trying to do toxic positivity on myself or anyone else. i just see all this, PERSONALLY, as part of my life? like most adults have jobs they have to go to, my job that i have to go to is taking care of my body, which is trying really hard to do what i ask of it (i think working in childcare may have influenced how i think of it lol for me my body is a tired toddler and i gotta be proud of it for just showing up).

i've had these problems all my life, so i got most of the frustration out about it when i was a kid/teen. now, i've trained myself to view new limitations as a quest to find out how i'll adapt to living with that. and sometimes i do get scared i won't succeed on the quest (pain management, i'm looking at you) but so far, i've been very lucky with finding things that work for me.

all that is to say, i'm fine, just taking my time. thanks to everyone who's asked or reached out to me <3

(and just a note about the fic for anyone wondering: i'm trying to have multiple chapters ready before updating Big Road Home because otherwise there will be a cliffhanger without a quick follow-up. but the parts i'm at just happen to be when my rough drafts get really rough and are missing entire scenes because those parts were so complicated that i was saving them for later. jokes on me that i'd have brain fog when that later arrived ;v; wish me luck)

[dorlezzie]

draft #3; marauders x tlou

[marauders, the last of us au; 631 words] song; exit music (for a film) - radiohead

when she smiles, laughing at some joke james didn’t even hear, the ache in his chest starts consuming him again. a burning hole threatening to swallow him if he does not distance himself. because everytime, it’s not marlene he sees, but his son, his baby boy, his harry. harry’s gone since the beginning. it’s been fifteen years, but the empty space never left. the grief is still a painful process— as he did nothing to process it. actually, he had just bottled things up, refusing to admit the truth; he was dying inside. it felt as if he’d been missing a part of him, an arm, a leg, a lung. not really able to breathe right since he left. 

harry’s been taken from him so abruptly, james was never able to accept it. this night haunts him, the way it happened so fast. lily and him were already divorced; more because they didn’t have the same vision for the future, not because they did not love each other anymore. lily had moved to the city, she was such a talented painter, james’ house was still full of her works. he was his first supporter, and it did not end as their marriage.

harry was seven when the break happened; it was james’ week. harry was at school, james was at the cabinet and everything was perfectly normal. something he couldn’t even imagine anymore, couldn’t even fantasize. he’d just finished a consultation; a dog strangely agitated since the morning. it was the last one of the day, as he’d always arranged his agenda to get his son out of school. well, if he had to recall, james would say some events made him feel uneasy. a coworker not showing up, the radio recalling agitated foreign cities, a day full of animals acting strangely, snarling at their owner for no apparent reason— and james had learned to always trust their instinct. sirius had texted him, telling something was off. he had loads of colleagues calling in sick, and some acting weird. so when he went for harry, he was not surprised to see lily’s name on his phone. they were regularly talking, because he knew her since he was eleven and never intended on letting her go. she was still his best friend. something’s weird, james. people are agitated, she’d said. i’m on my way to get harry, he’d replied. do you think you could come here, just in case? i’m not finished ‘til seven. i’ll come by tomorrow morning, okay?  okay, love. take care, and call me if needed. 

this was their last conversation for months. 

everything got fucked up in the hours that followed. sirius and remus arrived in their pick-up in the middle of the night, the moment distress flares lit up the sky. as soon as they parked in front of the house, him and harry jumped in the car. his boy was scared, trembling and on the verge of tears. but he was doing so well, he’d been so brave in the surrounding chaos. “it’s okay, baby” he kept repeating, over and over again, stroking his hair in the back of the truck. “i’m here. you’re safe, my love” and harry believed him. james lied right to his face, because in the end, he failed to protect him. james closes his eyes, refusing to live through this again. so instead, he just glares at marlene, standing up and getting his bag; 

“we’re going” he tells her, without the shadow of a doubt in his voice. “i haven’t finished my chef boyardee!” she says with a snobby accent, stuffing the last raviolis in her mouth. 

harry used to do the exact same thing. putting as much as his mouth could take, before smiling disgustingly. marlene smiles. james turns around.

[slipping-through-my-fingertips]

In My Head, I'm Yours

A/N: dipping my toes into the world of percabeth, i hope you like it

Summary:

Percy Jackson, Piper McLean, and Jason Grace make up the band, Delphi. They're not big yet but one day they might be.

Annabeth Chase is studying to be the best damn architect New York City has ever seen.

They have a million reasons not to be together but can't seem to let the other go. Despite knowing it'll end in heartbreak.

AO3

Chapter 1: Someone Turns Your Heart Around

Annabeth didn’t need background noise while she did her homework. But her awful neighbors blared their stereo at all times of day; they favored the late to early morning hours. She could hear and feel the bass through their thin walls. Her only saving grace was noise-canceling headphones. A gift from her roommates last Christmas. So it wasn’t unusual for Leo or Thalia to scare the living daylights out of her when Annabeth was in her zone.

She was drafting on their kitchen table. During her sophomore year, she had learned the hard way not to draft buildings on the floor when she had to redo her architecture midterm overnight due to a spilled can of Diet Coke. Headphones on, no music, just good old-fashioned silence, pencil in hand, and a tightly secured cup of soda on her left.

There was no passage of time when Annabeth was drafting. But it had to be after midnight when Thalia tapped her shoulder. Annabeth jumped and tossed her pencil five feet in some direction. She pulled off her headphones.

The first thing she noticed was the music had stopped.

“C’mon bedtime,” Thalia said.

“I’m almost done,” she insisted.

“It’s one am.”

Annabeth checked her phone.

1:12 AM

“Oh.” She began packing up her supplies. “How was the thing?”

“The thing?” Thalia laughed, “you really need to get out more. The band was great. Leo and I may drag you with us next time.”

Annabeth frowned, wondering where her pencil had gotten to.

“Here.” Thalia picked up the pencil which had rolled into their living space.

“Thanks. I’m glad you had a good time, maybe I’ll go when things slow down at school.”

Thalia smirked, “I don’t think Columbia ever slows.”

Annabeth looked up at her friend and smiled, “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Oh I know, blondie. I know.”

They had known each other since Annabeth was seven when Thalia's family moved into the neighborhood. Thalia was a few years older but had a younger brother Annabeth’s age. She liked Jason Grace well enough but there was something about Thalia that just clicked. Maybe it was because with her Annabeth didn’t have to be the perfect only child, she got to be a kid. Still, the 3 of them ran that little cul-de-sac during their middle school years or at least they liked to think they did.

Being older meant Thalia was already out of school. She’d gotten the damn piece of paper because her dad threatened to do anything in his power to make her graduate. Their dad was a real piece of work.

Now, Thalia had a job in the city at a rescue center. Over the years, she’d grown pretty soft to animals and every couple of months tried to convince Annabeth and Leo to break their no pets allowed lease and adopt.

Annabeth knew Thalia loved no one in this world like her little brother. She’d do anything to protect him. She knew Thalia was terrified of heights but still went to the top of the Empire State Building for Annabeth’s eighteenth birthday. She stayed in the observatory room but she still made the journey to the top. Annabeth knew she acted tough and looked tougher but Thalia had a soft spot for animals, found family like Annabeth and Leo, and a love for anything so spicy it made you cry.

And Thalia knew Annabeth in all the same ways. She always kept a quart of mint chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer because she knew it was the one food Annabeth ate when stressed. Thalia knew Annabeth’s relationship with her family had always been a sore spot but as her stepbrothers got older, the closer the Chase siblings got. Most importantly, she knew Annabeth put her schoolwork above everything. Which is why she knew there was a slim chance that Annabeth would go out on weekends with her and Leo, not even to go see Jason’s band. Unless it was a special occasion like one of their birthdays.

“Alright ladies, it’s time for bed,” Leo announced from the top of their short staircase that led to their bedrooms. “Leo is tipsy and sleepy and your yapping is echoing down the hall.”

“We’re coming,” Thalia said.

…

Percy loved the rush of being on stage. It was like a wave crashing a little higher than expected but not enough to knock you down.

He didn’t always think he’d be a singer. There were a few years when he thought he’d never make anything of himself beyond a little family in New York if he was lucky. But when he got to college and met Piper it changed everything.

It was their spring semester of freshman year. Percy had been sitting in this big green space they had in the middle of campus on a blanket with his guitar. Paul, his stepdad, had taught him how to play when he was fifteen. Playing guitar had been the one thing aside from swimming that felt like home. Percy was good at it. He could calm his thoughts with chords and lyrics and keep his fingers busy with the strings. It was easy to get lost in it.

That’s exactly how Piper found him. She had this fierce energy about her. Confidence that Percy had always wished for in high school, something over the years that Piper had instilled in him.

She didn’t bother introducing herself or even saying anything at all. Instead, she just started singing.

There’s this movie that I think you’ll like This guy decides to quit his job and heads to New York City This cowboy’s running from himself And she’s been living on the highest shelf

Percy harmonized with her until the song was over.

“You’ve got a great voice,” he told her.

“You’re pretty skilled yourself,” she replied, “I’m Piper.”

He had never seen her on campus before that day but they spent the next few months hanging out, watching movies, complaining about their shitty love lives, and eventually auditioning for a drummer.

It took 3 months before Jason walked into their audition room. That day it had been a space they rented on campus. The music department also lent out instruments so they rented a drum set for a few hours.

When Jason entered the room, Piper immediately whispered to Percy, “he’s hot,” and winked.

Percy wasn’t about to hire the guy based on how hot Piper thought he was but then they heard him play.

Now, he couldn’t imagine life without the two of them.

So yeah, Percy loved being on stage with two of his best friends but what he loved more was the moments just after he left the stage; when you could still hear the crowd applauding and the noise ringing in his ears when his bandmates clapped his shoulder and he’d bring them sweat and all into a bone-crushing hug, when Percy wonders if this feeling of lightness will ever disappear. When they make it big, will stadiums feel different? Or will they always be this weird trio from the New York City streets who love making music together?

But these last weeks, that lightness had formed itself into a tightness. Sitting right in the middle of his chest. And it had everything to do with a girl named Annabeth.

Maybe he should back up a little.

It was the weekend before St. Patrick’s Day, their last gig for two weeks. Jason was going on a sibling trip with his sister, Thalia, plus with the holiday almost no bars in the city were looking for some no-name-twenty-somethings and their band to be playing to the drunkest crowds. So, they wanted it to be a good one.

This bar was a place they hadn’t played before so setup took a little longer as they realized the stage was slightly larger than what they normally dealt with. It was a college bar which meant plenty of people their age, which was refreshing. Normally, Percy pulled out some oldies covers to appease the older crowds they typically played for.

He was happy to not have to try his darndest to remember the words to Haddaway’s What Is Love tonight. It repeated itself too much and got jumbled in his head.

It happened in the middle of their set. Piper was introducing the next song. She and Percy took turns with vocals. While Piper was talking about her ex-girlfriend who she wrote this song about, Percy was switching out his guitar for a tambourine. Percy began hitting his thigh with the tambourine, Jason was playing a steady beat on his drums, and Piper opened her mouth to start singing.

Heartbreak Saturday nights, getting ready To make you see that I'm better already I put on every perfume and I do it to hurt you, oooh Make sure I smell like your bedroom when I was in it Wearing the dress that I met you and sent you spinning And I flirt with your friends but it’s a beggar’s revenge Cause she’s with you again

Percy let his eyes wander over the crowd, people seemed to be enjoying their set. It was one of the biggest crowds they had played for. His eyes trailed over to the bar because he knew if Grover had shown up he’d be there. Grover tried to make it to most of their gigs but Percy never knew for sure if Grover had made it or not until he spotted him in the crowd. Percy had been looking for a pair of brown eyes belonging to his best friend but instead, he found himself caught in a pair of stormy gray ones.

She was watching him too. He knew because her cheeks flushed like she’d be caught doing something wrong; he was positive his were red too but hopefully it played off that he was just hot from performing.

He didn’t know it then but she was about to be the death of him.

[polariskai]

txt prompts/blurbs/writing ideas.

⋆ hey hi hello !! so I have around 738272 txt au works in my drafts and I know that I will most probably never get to write any of these so I decided to just post some of them here as writing ideas.

⋆ I've discarded this works for mainly two reasons. for one, it was quite tedious for me to conceptualize or write. two, I just ost interest in writing them lol

⋆ I would also like to say that for these writing ideas, you can freely use them and no need for credit. These can also be used for other fandoms as well, I labeled them as txt writing ideas because originally these were really intended for them. If you do use them though, I would like to be tagged hehe

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CHOI YEONJUN °

— man of my dreams | ☂︎

yeonjun was everything you’ve ever wanted. You loved and adored him so much, or so you thought. You have created fantasies of him in your head and once they began to crumble down, soon you were hammered with the reality of how he truly was to you . After a bitter breakup, you wonder on who's end does the fault of the relationship lie on. Was it your fault for creating this unhealthy and unrealistic idea of him, being oh so in love with the idea of him than him, really? Or was it yeonjun’s fault for failing to meet your expectations and be a good partner to you that it drove you to create another ideal version of him?

› ideal as a oneshot

› has a complete outline already ! just dm me if you want it

— the villain's savior | ☂︎♡

you are devastated when you find out your favorite character in the Isekai romance fantasy manhwa you were reading, the second lead turned villain, choi yeonjun is on the brink of death on the last chapter update. the next day, you wake up shocked and confused to see a boy who looks extremely identical to yeonjun laying on your couch, in the same exact bloody and injured state in the last chapter you saw yeonjun in.

CHOI SOOBIN °

— summer flame | ♡

choi soobin. the one boy that somehow always gets on your nerves for the most ridiculous reasons. from leaving his pencil shavings on your desk to wearing a teenage mutant ninja turtles shirt to your acting project, you just couldn't stand being around him even if he was the last person on earth. But what happens when you're forced you to spend almost two weeks of your summer with the one person you despise the most?

› has a complete outline already ! just dm me if you want it

CHOI BEOMGYU °

— love is sour grapes | ☂︎

a hanahaki au wherein you only get the disease if you assume the one you love doesn't love you back. the only way you can reverse the damage is by removing every single memory you have of that person through a surgical procedure. not even reciprocated love can save you.

you and beomgyu are childhood friends. your relationship over the years became pretty complicated. there was something blooming between the two of you but you were too scared to put the label and commit to it. beomgyu on the other hand has confessed and has been patiently waiting for more than a year for an answer. at some point, what ends up blooming instead are the petals threatening beomgyu's lungs.

KANG TAEHYUN °

— game on! | ☂︎♡

you and kang taehyun go head to head on a battle to becoming the student council president on your senior year. the conflict really arises when the results come and it's revealed you guys got a tie in the score tally. the school schedules a re-election on the next month. and neither of you plan on accepting defeat, you both constantly bicker and pull pranks on each other. In a party set on the day before your re-election debate, you and taehyun find yourselves stuck in a different type of tension.

[bnhxx]

Last Minute

| You're all poised and I'm made of poison |

This is the last part of my series!! Kdbddbd this took way more longer than I expected, but I kept tweaking my drafts so each part spent a good month or so in the drafts before I was happy w it ksgsjdvdhs.

As usual, please read the warnings before reading this!

Character: Hitoshi Shinsou

Ship: Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Genre: Yandere, not canon! Shinsou

Warnings: Yandere themes all over this series, isolation, manipulation, gaslighting, mental breakdown, mentions of panic attacks, phsyical abuse, mind control, emotionally abusive relationship, kidnapping, neglect, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT!

part one | part two | part three | part four-final |

You wanted to believe running away was a lapse in judgement, your legs inching their way back to your shared apartment with Hitoshi.

You just needed some space from Hitoshi, that was all. Some time to think everything out, to remember you were a part of this relationship too. That the cracks in your relationship weren't always your fault.

That maybe your relationship wasn’t perfect-but it could be, if only Hitoshi truly tried to make it work. If he wanted you to have a regular life that wasn't wholly dependent on him. You desperately tried to believe he could be reasoned with. If he couldn't be....

Would you be able to leave him?

Your words felt hollow. Even to yourself. Like you were trying to convince yourself you had it in you to leave Hitoshi.

This really was your fault, just like it was your fault you lost contact with your friends in the first place-whatever you did, you did it for Hitoshi. And you did it, all in a conscious act of love. But leaving him was...this time it was different.

Alone and pathetic in that motel room, you felt a freedom that you hadn’t felt in forever. And it embarrassed you to admit that it terrified you. Being free from Hitoshi’s hold felt overwhelming, like the room had too much air for your little lungs to breathe in. Whatever the two of you had, it didn't feel like love anymore.

Not the type Marie described as she raved to you about her partners support in her dance recitals. This felt more like when your friends complained how tightly Hitoshi held a leash to you. How obediently you sat at his side.

You were dependent on his love, so lost you could barely hold your own without him. You were all he had-the only one who reached out to him, the only one who truly got him. And in your haste to forgive Hitoshi's unfavourable traits you'd allowed him to become all you had in the process. This wasn't love; it was much more dependent then you could begin to comprehend.

You isolated yourself from everyone but him, walked a tightrope to keep him from pointing fingers at your disloyalty and altered your personality; all to keep his version of love.

And, in that moment, you lost yourself. You lost your individuality. Your freedom. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were going to have to eventually. You were running back to Hitoshi with your tail between your legs because you were scared. Scared of what life without him looked like. Of what was left behind of you from his all consuming "love".

You briefly reconsidered confiding in Marie. But unloading everything onto someone who was, at best, an acquaintance, weighed heavy in your mind. She deserved better than to know the full weight of your troubles.

Besides, everyone else had left you. Who was to say Marie would stay for you? When you let your friends fall through your hands like sand. Marie was smart-she would leave the moment she saw just how much your life revolved around Hitoshi. Smart people like Marie don't put themselves in situations that will drain them like that. You wished you'd had half the wisdom Marie had.

Or maybe it was the voice in your head telling you that would only make Hitoshi even more furious if called Marie. Your body trembled at the thought. You were already preparing for the worst; seeing as you were coming back home earlier than you anticipated, you figured it would be best if you kept him in good spirits.

You were dragging your feet by the time you reached the front of the complex. You couldn't quite picture Hitoshi. Would he be mad? Yell at you until his throat was sore and your eyes were raw and swelling from your fresh tears? Or maybe he would be silent, that deathly silence that drove you crazy with nothing but violent words whispered to your mind in his silence.

You paused at the door. You could still walk out. You could figure something out. You could always see if Marie knew anyone looking for a room-mate.

And yet, you knew you would walk in. You knew it before you even checked out of the motel room. You'd lost enough friends as is. Anyone else was a liability in Hitoshi's mind. And anyone else would end up leaving eventually, in your mind. You no longer held the energy to find out if Marie would've supported you.

You took a deep breathe in to settle your trembling hands as you fiddled with your keys. Finally, the click resounded, and you walked into your home.

Hitoshi stood with at the foot of the stairs. His foot dangled in the air as if he was half way down, pausing in his step to meet the surprise in your eyes with a cool confidence. As if he was prepared for the sound of your keys jangling in the lock. Like he knew it was coming all this time. A shiver ran down your spine at the thought that popped up in your mind. Maybe he knew you better than you knew yourself?

You stayed quiet, and he scoffed, nostrils flaring. Ironic, how your fire was dying into embers, and his had only just begun.

"Oh, come now, kitty," he spat at you, venom dripping from his words causing you to flinch at his tone. This was not your Hitoshi. He seemed to tower over your figure, and you willed yourself to stand straight though you felt an overwhelming urge to crumple into yourself.

"Don't say you've given up on me? You must think I'm exactly what they said I was, right? You must think I'm some sort of villian, and that's why you had to leave. Was it Marie, the one from work...got into your stupid little brain, didn't she?" Even as his tone was condescending, and his lips smirked down at your feeble figure, you felt a weight lift from your shoulders as you heard his voice. Your pride forced you to simply grit your teeth. Don’t fall into him, not now!

Your silence seemed to anger him further. He took a step down from the stairs, coming closer to you as you inched your way back. With every confident step he took, you felt like you were tumbling back-stumbling like the meek little lamb he’d made you. You felt the cool plaster of the wall hit your back. You could still run, but...where to? He scoffed again at your reaction, and leaned in. There was space between the two of you, and yet... he all but closed in on your figure.

“Your so small now...I wonder, what happened to the brave dumb kitten who ran out that door just a couple of days back?”

In truth, you weren't sure if you could leave Hitoshi again. Sure, you had lived a lonely life before. But after your little motel trip, being alone was so....different, so alien. The only comfort was Hitoshi's voice in your brain to keep you company. Pathetic as it was to admit, you needed him. You didn't know if you were ready to leave him for good...much less if you could.  

His stupid satisfied smirk had you sinking in on yourself, into your own shame and guilt. If only, you were stronger...maybe you really would leave. You thought of Marie. It was the most free you had felt, and she wasn’t even that close to you. This Shinsou...he knew. Knew how he had gotten the better of you. This Shinsou was twisting your emotions and wrapping you round his fingers with ease. And you could tell this Shinsou liked it. This was not your Hitoshi. Not the one you fell in love with; this was the one willing to keep you as his pet, his little lamb. You were not a lamb, you reminded yourself.

You lunged for the door, but Shinsou was faster. It was so easy to forget he spent all his free time training...at least, until he yanked the doorknob from your grasp and shut it closed, holding the door secure with one hand and resting his other hand right above your head with the other. His knee pressed in between your thighs, boxing you in. There was no way out, no matter how much your desperate eyes darted for a weakness. You grimaced as your hand began to throb from the force that Shinsou used. A shiver ran down your spine as you locked eyes with Shinsou's steely gaze. Your Hitoshi would never hurt you. What if this Shinsou wasn’t as averse to hurting you as you thought he was?

“Awe, looks like I’ve gone and hurt your hand. Sorry about that-honest mistake, really. I’d never hurt you like that, would I?,” His cooing dripped with such venom, it made you sick. You wanted to yell and scream; but he was asking all the questions here. 

He leaned back, grasping your throbbing hand with the same arm that had covered your figure against the wall a moment ago. He gently held it to your eye level as he pressed a kiss into your hand. You frowned, and pulled on your hand. Shinsou didn’t budge. You grunted, pushing at your hand but he kept on, trailing kisses up your arm until you gave up altogether with a huff. You could feel his smug smile on the top of your elbow as he kissed deeper into your skin, trailing closer and closer to your neck.

As you struggled to keep yourself from gasping at his gentle affection, you caught his gaze-it was smouldering, like the anger and betrayal and passion and love he felt had melded into one look. You’d almost felt disgusted at yourself, the way you were enjoying this. But Shinsou was holding you in place, waiting for the perfect opportunity to get into your head.

He locked eyes with you for a moment more, until you felt like you were drowning in his eyes. Then, he dipped his head to your neck and bit down, right at your sensitive spot. All that composure was lost as you cried out, all while Shinsou kissed and sucked your fresh hickey in between chuckles. He was playing with you. 

“I was gentle with you before, love, but after that little stunt of yours, I don’t think I can trust you as far as I can throw you. Did you have fun thinking you could run away from me? To think, for a second, that I'd let you go that far? You're mine. Mine!" You couldn’t help but cower at his voice.

He was close-so close- you were reminded of just how feeble you felt around him. You couldn’t stand much more of how he was embarrassing you, but Shinsou seemed as though he was only getting started, moving his free hand to grab your chin and pull you closer to him.

“You got that, darling? No deadbeat friends and family, No Marie, just me. All- mine,” He hummed, swiping his thumb over the disgusted upturn in your lips.

It seemed you still had some fire running through you, however stupid you were for it. With Marie’s name, and the remnants of the courage you held from the night you left, you gathered the saliva pooling in your mouth and spat it out at his face. 

I might not be able to leave him, Marie, but I owe you that one.

He blinked, the confident smirk glazing his mouth turned to a frown. Slowly, he reached up and picked up the saliva covering his face with his finger. You watched him expectantly, holding your breath. Would he smear it into your face? Flick it away, only to have you lick it off the floor? With how humiliated he’d made you feel tonight, you wouldn’t put it past him.

Instead, he let out a dark chuckle, keeping his glare on your bewildered expression while he licked and sucked on his finger, cleaning up the spit with his tongue. You could only gape at him as he pulled his finger out with a pop.

“Oh, did you think that would get me mad, kitten? I’m well past just mad. Now tell me, where did you learn that trick? I sure as hell didn’t teach you to be that bad,” He leaned in closer, until you could feel the carvings of wood on the front door press against your back. His knee, already dangerously close to your crotch, teased the skin of your inner thigh.

“Did Marie teach you that one?”

You breathed in, and out. Relaxed your shoulders and face from the tense frown you wore. You weren't crazy. You weren't mad.

You picked your last words with care.

"You're not wrong,"

You don't remember the next part. Or many of the parts afterwards; you only remember waking up in a bed, with no key to the room and the barred rusty window that would not budge.

Judging from the window that looked out to a empty green pastures for miles and miles, you figured you were far, far away from the world you knew. From your life. The bastard had taken you from your life. And you, stupidly dependent on Shinsou, had all but let him.

You occupied your free time searching for an exit-that lasted a couple of hours each day, until you gave up or heard Shinsou's car pull into a driveway. No matter how much you pulled and tugged at the windows bars, they were sealed. The bars had chipped your fingernails, wooden splinters cutting into your fingers as you tugged and screamed at the heavy door of the room until your throat was sore and tears glistened in your eyes. The room that your now kidnapper kept you in seemed to mock you of the freedom that was becoming increasingly further out of your reach. You gave up at clawing when you realised he was not coming to clean your wounds.

"Not until you apologise, kitten," For gods sake, those were the last words you'd heard from him in days. Apologise! For what? You wanted to scream, but all you could do was gape while your tensed body shook from raw anger.

Maybe he wanted an apology because your words had hurt him. Hoping the cuts and blood on your hands would help you see how hurt he was on the inside, all because you tried to leave his manipulative ass. You licked your wounds clean that night, like a fucking cat.

You hoped your words stung real bad. You hoped they hurt like a bitch.

It only got worse from there. It seemed that the more you tried to lash out, the less you actually remembered. You couldn't even count the amount of days you'd been stuck in this room; what you thought was a Monday turned out to be a Thursday, what seemed like an hour was only a mere minute in the never ending ticking of time, counting down the clocks hands until Shinsou came back to you with some sort of stimulation to your dreary existence. You were angry before-but Shinsou had worn you down, yet again. You found yourself incapable to fight him. Exhausted. Lonely. Bored.

Not to mention, your sanity was dwindling spending all this spare time thinking what in Gods name he had you do in all that time he had you under his control. How you wouldn't be in this position, if only you were a little bit stronger. If only you had walked the other way. Maybe you had better just start accepting him. For your sanity's sake.

And with that thought, you crumbled and fell into his hands. Subservient and malleable to his unseen desires. You wondered briefly if he would trust an apology after all this time. If he would belittle your vulnerable state as an attempt to get on his good side. If there even was a chance that maybe, just maybe, he'd forgive your behaviour; perhaps you'd have something close to the normal existence you took for granted. You clung to that thought as you recited your apology.

So you waited. Calmly. It was hard to not wreck something, to throw the dinner plate into Shinsou's face as he finally came home and brought you your food. It was even harder to grab for his hand as he stood to pick up your plate, ready to leave you alone again.

"S-Shinsou...I'm sorry," You croaked. You could barely even manage to utter his name. You were still angry with him, naturally. But...you still needed him.

His lip turned into a cruel smile. Oh, now you wanted an apology? After all your harmful words, now you wanted forgiveness? You could heat his voice through his lips, even though he stared through you, not uttering a word.

Maybe it was the emotional toil of being kidnapped and kept in a room for the past few weeks catching up to you, but your fire had long since died, drowned by your tears. Tears that were now welling in your eyes at the thought of what verbal beating that cruel smile was hiding.

He blinked as if he was surprised at your lack of response, by the tears running down your empty, tired eyes. You didn't like to bow to him, but you don't know whether you could take the alternative. The thought of being under his control once more only made you let out a sob.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm...so-sorry...." you'd say it as long as you needed to. Clinging to yourself, you sniffled and wailed to his silent audience. How pathetic, being reduced to sobbing at the feet of your abuser in a matter of mere weeks.

Maybe you deserved to feel this little, this weak. Maybe you were just a stupid house cat licking at its wounds.

“Hitoshi. I’m sorry, Hitoshi. Say it,” He commanded. Shinsou’s eyes pierced into your own, cautious, as if trying to pry apart the glint of hope in your teary eyes. Of course he didn’t trust you. He didn’t trust you...you’d better change that. 

“Hitoshi...I’m so sorry- I’m sorry, H-hitoshi,” You babbled out.

Finally he sighed, and you felt his arms pry your own open. You let out a pathetic hiccup as you climbed into his arms, and he kissed your tears as they fell. You didn't know whether to give in to his warmth or tense at his soothing words.  

“I’ll never leave you,” Once you would feel assured and warm by his promises-

“You’re mine, as I’m yours,” His sweet whispers that comforted you like arms around your body-

“I’ll love you, always,” The same arms that held you tight, never to let you go-

“I’m so glad you finally came around, darling,” -Only now you knew the true weight he held to his words. Just how far he was willing to ensure you were his-that you stayed that way, always.

You glanced up from his chest. He looked almost like the Shinsou you once fell head over heels for. No, not Shinsou. Your Hitoshi. The Hitoshi you loved, all tired out from his hero work but accomplished, and ready to finally relax for the night with you in his arms. You slept restlessly that night, bathed in the salts of your tears and the degrading defeat of your pride. You felt so little and helpless in his arms. It was like this was how it was meant to be.

Ironically enough Hitoshi told you it was the best sleep he'd had in weeks.

The next morning you saw you were woken to the smell of your favourite meal wafting into your nostrils, and your bedroom door wide open. Your restraints free, the only reminder to Shinsou's punishment the collar that hung from your neck. You didn't even bother picking at it like you usually would.

Though your leash had been loosened, you could do nothing but follow. Your carefree and independent life before him seemed like nothing but a dream.

You turned in his bed, collar rubbing against your neck uncomfortably. You could no longer even sleep on your own; Shinsou would make sure you learnt what it meant to be his. To have no one else, nothing else but him.

[chateautae]

maybe i do | kth. V

➵ summary :  maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.

↳  part of the high-class series!

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre :  arranged marriage!au, ceo!tae,  s2l!au, eventual smut, fluff, angst

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 17k

➵ warnings : swearing, A N G S T, descriptions of stress, insinuations of cheating, heavy making out, sexual content (finally LMAO), marking, breast play, fingering, lots of dirty talk, teasing, mentions of tae’s massive c0ck cause wbk, oral (f. receiving), praising, light name kink, some cute domesticity i honestly cried writing

➵ a/n: thank you to my beta-reader @hantaev, my precious english student who really helped with my mistakes 🥺 i apologize in advance for the rollercoaster ride that is this chapter, but i hope you’re still enjoying these two idiots navigating their feelings 🥰, as always, feedback is appreciated my loves!

chapter five : “would it be alright, if i pulled you closer?”

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Taehyung ♡ : Y/N

Taehyung ♡ : Y/N

Taehyung ♡ : Y/N answer me 

Taehyung ♡ : jagiya

Taehyung ♡ : baby

Taehyung ♡ : princess, answer me 

Taehyung ♡ : if you don’t answer me right now i’ll call you my princess 

You : Taehyung what the FUCK

You : you just dropped me off at work, what do you want??

Taehyung ♡ : how hard was it this morning to cover up my hickeys ;)

You : ... Mr. Kim, i advise you start driving before i come back out and kick you

Taehyung ♡ : why is my princess so violent?? jheez

You : TAE-this can’t be the only reason you texted, what do you acc want

Taehyung ♡ : just seeing if you remember lunch today

You : why are you so annoying? of course I remember -_-

Taehyung ♡ : just checking

Taehyung ♡ : i also wanted to say good work with the going on dates idea, media’s covered everything and we look really convincing :)

You : well isn’t that lovely 

Taehyung ♡ : okay i’m driving now, bye

You : TAEHYUNG WHAT THE HELL

Taehyung could only stifle an evil snicker as he turned his phone screen off, amused more than he should’ve been. He kicked his car into ignition, speeding off to endure another day at work until you’d arrive at noon, gracing the taxing place with your pretty face.  

And it put him in a good mood, fuck, a great mood. It was funny actually, Taehyung’s older secretary in her wise 50′s had pointed out slight changes in him seemingly because of his ‘Mrs. Kim.’ 

He was strangely more approachable, and his eyes didn’t always set into the hard stare he usually assumed. Instead of only flashing a tight-lipped smile to whomever he passed, Taehyung’s smile was slowly beginning to crease his eyes, and the hushed whispers of workers at his company claimed he was more forgiving these days. 

Taehyung attempted to deny it all, though his good-natured secretary Mrs. Lee would never let him hear the end of it.

“It’s that wife of yours, isn’t it Mr. Kim?” His secretary smiled sheepishly as she stood before his desk, eyeing him knowingly. 

“Mrs. Lee, I am not different at all, I’m just.. in a good mood these days.” 

“And it’s because of your lovely wife, isn’t it?” 

Taehyung teetered on rejecting her once again, though ended up realizing she was essentially right. He didn’t want to outwardly admit it, but spending time with you has oddly been loosening him up, and he didn’t feel so listless these days. 

His expression simmered into a small smile. “I think you’ve got a schedule to read out, right, Mrs. Lee?” His eyes playfully scrutinized her, and Mrs. Lee could only chuckle along with him as she turned her attention to her notes. 

“You have a meeting at 10 for the progression on your deal with Steeles’ Ltd. The Busan headquarters will also be sending their month-end report regarding construction on the newest building. The distribution team should be getting the status of your latest chips sent to Japan today. The paper work will be prepared thereafter, and your afternoon has been booked for meetings with Mr. Yang and Mr. Jeong.”

“Alright, thank you, Mrs. Lee.” 

His secretary vacated his office and Taehyung blew a raspberry, reclining back in his chair as he contemplated his busy day. He decided to get a crack on the current paperwork crowding his desk, believing his day was going to be just like any other, flooded with work he’d be able to push through. 

However, as Taehyung’s day gradually progressed, it did not go as planned.  

“Mrs. Lee, why was I delivered coffee?” Taehyung inquired through the extension of his phone, her desk on the other end. 

“What? But you drink tea, Mr. Kim.” 

“Exactly, so why is there a cup of coffee sitting on my desk?” 

“Ah, I’m so sorry Mr. Kim, it may have been an accident of one of the secretaries in-training.” 

Taehyung could only take a heavy sigh. The wretched liquid has always tasted like poison to him, and he’d always made his preference of tea very explicitly clear, so he couldn’t understand how someone made such an error, especially a preferential one. 

Nonetheless, he chose to forgive it and had the coffee returned, instead moving on to prepare for his upcoming meeting at 10. 

Though unfortunately, it proved to be another tick in his good day. 

“Han Co. offered a better deal?”

“Yes, sir. And I believe we’re looking at quite an exorbitant deal. Steeles’ Ltd. is currently predicted to accept theirs over ours. We’re in dire need of hiking up the price.” 

Taehyung pinched the bridge of his nose, puffing out frustrated air as he rested in his seat overlooking the grand meeting hall of executives. 

“Alright, we’ll draft something new.” Taehyung concluded sharply before adjourning the meeting, loosening his suit out of feeling like he was being constricted. He couldn’t help but become pissed at the mention of Han Co., returning to his office vexed. 

Fucking Hisung, jackass just had to one-up me. 

Taehyung had initiated his remedy for the deal, working on conjuring a new one alongside some of his team members. It’d been advancing smoothly until his reports from the Busan headquarters reached him, another hiccup he didn’t expect. 

“7 months? The construction is delayed by 7 months?!” 

“We believe so, Mr. Kim. Unfortunately the weather has been volatile, and significant property damage has been sustained.” 

Now Taehyung was utterly irritated, why did it seem like everything was against him today? He almost let out his anger on the man on the other end until he breathed, suddenly remembering the simple technique you’d once encouraged him to use. 

He decided to internalize his frustration since it wasn’t necessarily anyone’s fault, and was gladly already hitting the 11:30 mark of his day.

The thought of you peculiarly popped into his head. 

You’ll have lunch with him, he told himself. You’ll arrive at noon and everything will be okay. 

Taehyung acquiesced and simmered down. “Okay.. let’s monitor the weather and move accordingly.” 

Cutting the call, he believed he could catch a brief interval to relax before he saw you. You’d already seen him angry once, and Taehyung despised how easily he divulged such a vulnerable part of himself to you, not to mention it may have scared you. 

The last thing he wanted was his wife seeing him in a stressful state, the emotion regarded as a weak point Taehyung didn’t want others to see, because he’s seemingly never stressed to anyone. He’s a competent, powerful CEO that can’t be hindered by such a thing, and knows how to handle it on his own. 

He stuck to those exact principles as the minutes ticked by, ultimately cooling down until Taehyung received another phone call that would ravage his mood.

“You’re telling me all 800,000 chips sustained an error from the manufacturers? Tell me this is a joke.” 

“I’m afraid not, Mr. Kim. They’ve informed us after a test run they weren’t functioning as they should have. Trouble-shooting indicated it was an issue with the chips’ hardware, nothing internal.” 

“Who in God’s name.. allowed 800,000 faulty chips to be cleared for Japan?! Where are the final evaluation reports for this batch? What the hell went wrong?” 

“We’re um.. working on it, sir. The department’s been in shambles since the news.” 

“No fucking kidding. We’ll have to launch an entire investigation on the manufacturing unit that produced them!”

“We are deeply sorry, Mr. Kim. We will do better next time. We’ll have them send the batch back for further investigation.” 

“Good, I need something going right around here.” And Taehyung cut the call without a second to spare. He had clearly jinxed this day, because quite literally everything had gone terribly wrong. 

He would have to spend days cleaning up these tedious messes, pushing his other tasks back drastically and dedicating mammoths of his time towards work now.

Taehyung plopped down onto his office chair dispiritedly, leaning over to hold his head in his hands against his desk. A headache was starting to pound in the back of his mind, he felt utterly drained of what he was now drowning in and an incessant ache he oddly developed in his shoulder today has refused to leave him alone. 

He’d taken every frustrating phone call he could’ve, scolded and yelled at whoever he needed to. Decisions were piling up, he was expected to make smart moves quickly and the paperwork involved was already as large as a tidal wave, sending him into a spiraling mess of stress. 

And just when Taehyung believed he’d receive some sort of reprieve when he finally saw you, his sanity was further tested by the visit of someone he never saw coming. 

Someone that wasn’t you. 

“Mr. Kim, You’d better be alert, Ms. Aera made an unexpected visit and she’s-” Mrs. Lee’s voice through the phone was interrupted with the loud opening of his door.

Right then and there, the woman came busting into his office, completely unbothered and unaware of how arbitrary her actions were. 

Taehyung’s eyes widened in disbelief, scolding her upon entry. “Aera, what are you doing here?” 

“Taehyungie! It’s been so long.” The woman cheered, face lighting up at the sight of Taehyung while he did the exact opposite, distraught behind his desk. 

“What do you want?” His eyebrows knitted disapprovingly. 

“Taehyungie, look-” 

“Don’t call me that.” Taehyung grimaced as he held a hand up to stop her. “I never authorized your visit, leave my office.” 

“But I just have something to say, please?” She acted innocent to win him over. 

“I’m not interested.”

“Please? It’s nothing bad, Taehyung.” The woman whined, loosely clutching a Michael Kors purse in her hand as she purposefully pouted. 

Taehyung could only sigh heavily thinking about this, massaging his tired eyes. He’d surely want this woman escorted out because he doesn’t have the capacity to deal with her, though it would only cause a scene knowing she’s the persistent, screaming and kicking type. He figured for an easier outcome, he could simply allow her to say her piece and she’d leave him alone

And the quicker he let her, the faster he could get rid of her.

He ran a hand through his hair as he leaned back in his chair, expression fed up as he addressed her blankly. “Make what you’re saying quick, I’ll only let you talk for that sole purpose.” 

The woman’s face couldn’t have been happier, excited with a hint of shyness as she spoke to him. Taehyung hadn’t been looking at her at all, and could only become appalled when he heard her question. 

“I was just wondering, could we spend another night together, Taehyung? Just one last time?”

His eyebrows quirked in disbelief, replying curtly. “I’m married. I’m not affiliated with you anymore.” 

“Married? Oh c’mon, Taehyung. You expect me to believe you’re now suddenly faithful to her when we were still sleeping together before your engagement? That makes no sense.” She argued venomously, eyebrows of her own incredulous. 

“She’s my wife, the answer is no.” Taehyung tried to keep his rage at bay, subduing the blood boiling under his skin after a tiresome day. 

The woman had the audacity to scoff. “She’s just some less-than heiress that has you seduced, Taehyung. Does she really mean that much to you?” 

Taehyung’s indignation now sky-rocketed, expression piercing.  “Talk about my wife like that again and you’re being dragged out of my office.” 

“And you didn’t answer my question, so it seems my offer still stands.” The woman’s face twisted into something proud, something that was tugging at every last nerve Taehyung had left for today and he wasn’t having it. 

“Get out of my office.”

“But Tae-”

“I said get out. I’m expecting someone for lunch. “

“Awh, is it your wife? Can I meet her? Or have you not told her about all your little escapades before her?” The woman pulled at his leg, pettiness evident in her tone and it was cutting at Taehyung’s last strand of sanity. 

His jaw could only lock with controlled rage as he spoke through gritted teeth. “Don’t ever go near my wife, and leave while I’m being nice.” 

The woman didn’t budge, only instead spoke nostalgically as she sauntered over to Taehyung. 

“But wasn’t I once your priority? The one you took to bed? The one you called when you were stressed? You seem stressed right now, baby, let me blow off some steam for you.” The woman’s manicured hands found purchase on Taehyung’s arms, just beginning to slide up teasingly. 

Taehyung was seconds from deflecting her cold touch, utter rejection written on him until his office door suddenly clicked open. 

“He’s taking quite long, don’t you think, Mrs. Lee?” You perked up from your seat outside Taehyung’s office, waiting for him to allow you inside. It was your first time visiting him, and you remained antsy fixing yourself to fit into the high-end look of his company. 

You were also buzzing because you’d received the best news ever concerning a gracious deal at work, and you were eager to spill every happy little detail to  Taehyung. 

“I’m not so sure, Mrs. Kim. He’s had quite the day, he should.. be welcoming you soon.” Mrs. Lee speculated with a slight stutter, confusing you until you sighed, thinking you’ve waited long enough.  

He was cutting into your lunch time already, and if he was too busy to attend he would’ve informed you with a simple text, just like he had about the success of your date. 

You hated to admit this, but that text minutely bothered you while reading it, automatically correlating anything Taehyung did last night with a show meant for the cameras. It was like a slap to the face considering nothing he did was genuine, though then again, that’s always been the point, everything’s supposed to be for public image, right?

Then why did it hurt when he sent that text?

You discarded the thought thinking you’ve been delayed enough, propping off your chair to turn the handle of his large office doors, Taehyung’s secretary suddenly exclaiming almost frantically.

“Oh no, Mrs. Kim, we-we need Mr. Kim to confirm whether he’s ready to accept a visitor or not.”

You waved her off with a small chuckle. “Oh please, I’m his wife, Mrs. Lee. I’m his most important visitor.” You remarked light-heartedly, scrunching your nose at her as you turned the handle. 

Your face was painted with a smile to greet Taehyung, setting foot inside his office only to be met by the last scene you’d thought you’d see. 

You caught sight of a quite provocatively, though expensively dressed woman with her ring-slated hands on your husband, her action only distracted by your entrance and lips curved into a scheming smile that made your stomach churn. 

Taehyung’s eyes widened in extreme shock, quickly ridding himself of the woman’s touch as he addressed you alarmed. “Y/N-”

“I was thinking you were caught up with something.” Your empty voice cut him off, expression beyond blank. An invisible knife was oddly twisting into your heart and it felt suffocating, clutching onto the strap of your side bag, trying to conceal the thickness of your voice as you looked on. “And I guess you are.. I’ll leave.”

“Y/N, wait, don’t go.” Taehyung called out urgently, desperation in his tone. 

“I think I really should.” 

“Jagiya, please stay. She was just leaving, I have no business with her.” Taehyung’s voice was more firm, trying to persuade you but you weren’t buying it, especially with him daring to call you a pet name right now. 

You nearly clutched the door more ajar until you suddenly heard the unknown woman’s voice perk up, clearly amused by the shit show she created.

“Jagiya? Oh, so you’re the wife? Aren’t you just the prettiest little thing?” She beamed, but you could only remain frozen in your spot angered, knowing exactly the type she was. 

“Aera, leave my office-”

“You call her Jagiya, isn’t that just adorable? I wonder how many times it took sleeping with you to gain that privilege-”

“Leave.” Taehyung’s voice resonated angrily in his office, his frightening stare flaring, though the woman only went on. 

“Ouu, there’s that temper I love oh so much.” The woman feigned adoration with a hand over her heart, then glancing towards you as she spoke. 

“He’s hot when he’s mad, isn’t he? Though I guess a whore like you would probably know.”

“Aera-”

“Or maybe you really are some runaway heiress he picked up off the streets and would never take to bed. Let me tell you, sweetie, there’s nothing like when he gets dominant and fucks you in all the right places-”

The sound of Taehyung rapidly rising from his seat and desk clattering filled the room, his voice irate with a locked jaw. “Leave, and I will not fucking ask you again.” 

Taehyung’s deep voice held an unwavering sense of authority as his eyes filled with rage, instantly making the woman standoff. It nearly rattled you if you weren’t battling a wave of hurt in your chest right now. 

The woman could only flash a condescending smile, addressing you both. “I’ll leave you two at it then, yeah?” 

She then made her way towards you near the door, eyeing your figure scornfully with every step until she eventually sent you a wink passing by. Her shoulder bumped yours, in a purposeful manner that left you clutching your fists at your sides once she slipped out the door. 

You can’t clock a bitch at your own husband’s company, Y/N, you can’t.  

There was a thick silence that loomed over the office, you trying to compose yourself as Taehyung used every ounce of his strength to ignore what he just saw, attempting to simmer down. 

He suddenly broke the silence, clearing his throat as he refused to meet your eyes. “We should get going, I have reservations-“

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Taehyung flashed his confused eyes to you, expression insulted. “Excuse me?”

“Who the fuck was that?” Your voice was flaring, nearly shouting.

“I’m not in the mood to talk about her.” Taehyung dismissed, reaching to grasp his coat. “Like I said, we should get going.”

“I am not going anywhere with you.”

“Pardon?”

“You think after seeing a woman on you we’re going to just go on our fucking lunch date? Why don’t you bring her along and have her blow you under the table for fuck’s sake?” You questioned with sheer vexation.

“Look, I’ve had a fucking long day, and I am not getting into this. I would like to at least have my marriage be the last of my worries right now.” Taehyung’s voice was entirely snippy and full of attitude, pissing you off by tenfold. 

“Maybe you should’ve fucking thought about that before you decided to have a woman on you, you asshole. You wanna talk about reputation and our public image but you’re seeking the touch of other women?” 

“Excuse me?” Taehyung’s voice grew indignant, scolding you from across the room. “I didn’t do anything with her, she barged into my office unannounced. Don’t make this something it’s not.”

“What it is, is someone needlessly insulting me because of you. Are you not the same man who promised me I had you? Or was that for show too like our fucking date yesterday?” You found that same hurt leaking into your words, tone vastly irritated. 

Taehyung winced hearing you, half at the insult that was thrown your way but that you somehow believed such a sincere promise of his was disingenuous. 

I meant that, he thought. That wasn’t for show. 

“Look, I’m sorry she said that. You didn’t deserve that at all, okay? I’ll have a restraining order filed, and you’ll be safe.” Taehyung offered, though you grew even more irate. 

“Fuck a restraining order, Taehyung, explain yourself!” You shouted. “Why am I having women tell me I’m just another bitch you slept with multiple times until you eventually put a ring on my finger? Or that I’m some pitiful heiress that has you seduced?”

“Is that what those women said to you at the gala?” Taehyung questioned. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it was irrelevant until this! Tell me right now, what the fuck is your past with women? You said nothing was ever serious and yet I have a woman calling me a whore because of you?” You just about spat, hands gesturing profusely to express your anger. 

“It’s not complicated. I’ve spent time with some women, and some of them like to come back.”

“Ah, I got it now. So I’m one of your escapades you liked enough to marry, right? Makes perfect fucking sense, why don’t I start parading around how you fuck in the bedroom too and rub it in everyone’s faces? Would totally make us convincing as a married couple.” You sarcastically chirped, causing Taehyung to sigh out frustrated from behind his desk. 

“Y/N, you know that’s not true. Like I said, let’s not dwell on this, the last thing I need today is my marriage going wrong too.” Taehyung was losing his energy for an argument, searching instead for a way to resolve this, though you seemed eons away from the notion. 

“Well maybe it fucking should, I’m just charity to you anyways, aren’t I?”

Taehyung’s eyebrows knitted in irritation, completely shocked by your audacity. “What did you just say?”

“It’s alright, Taehyung, I get it. Our deal never said anything against seeing other people, and I may not be cutting it for you, right? I’m just the runaway heiress you were forced to choose, so obviously you wouldn’t put me to bed and seek other women instead.” You suggested sardonically, though it only hiked up Taehyung’s temper by tenfold. 

“What the hell is wrong with you? Don’t you dare accuse me of shit like that after I told you nothing happened.” 

“Oh, but I think I should, and especially after what I just saw. We haven’t even fucked yet, right? So go ahead, talk your talk about reputation and our couple image but fuck other women. So long as you keep it quiet, right?” Venom was laced in your every word, and you didn’t even know why these words were coming out of your mouth anymore, but they seemed befitting of your storming emotions, your racing heart. 

“Y/N, like I said, do not make this something it isn’t because I am not having it today. I’m putting my jacket on and we’re going to lunch, end of discussion.” Taehyung was now on his last nerve, containing his anger as he rebuked you. 

He neared his jacket once again until you spat another comeback. “I think you should go alone, sailor, or maybe chase after your little conquest again. She’ll probably be much better company, maybe give you a nice hand job so you can cool the fuck down.”

“You need to cool the fuck down,” Taehyung stressed. “I’ve already had enough of everything today, don’t make me add you to that list.”

You were quick to quip back. “Oh don’t worry, I’m just your charity wife who can’t satisfy your needs anyway, so maybe I should be on that list.”

“For fuck’s sake you’re not a charity-!“

“Fuck you, Kim Taehyung.” You swore, folded arms coiling tighter as you grew more frustrated, utterly done with seeing his face. “I can’t believe I was going to tell you something important too.”

Taehyung became confused, gauging your confession. 

You laughed humourlessly to yourself, watery eyes glistening under the lights of his office. “I was going to tell you I finally landed a deal where I’d get one of my buildings in the Seoul skyline, tell you it’s been my dream ever since my father first did it.” You bit back your turbulent emotions, eyes tearing up. “I was going to tell you everything, tell you how happy it made me..” 

“Y/N..” 

“Don’t ever speak to me again, you asshole.” Your voice broke in the slightest, the words you threw at each other paired with the situation now catching up to you. A tear nearly slipped down your cheek as you made for the door, turning away around until Taehyung protested, voice oddly soft. 

“Y/N, wait.”

“I’m not waiting for anything.”

“Just fucking wait! We can’t make it seem like we had a fight, okay? Jagi-Y/N, just stay and listen to me.“ Taehyung corrected, holding his hands out to halt your movements, though you didn’t care. 

“Oh fucking please! I don’t want to hear anything. You want our marriage to look real, then maybe a little fight or two between husband and wife should look convincing enough, don’t you think?” You shouted through tears brimming your distraught eyes, standing just before his door.

“Y/N, please,” Taehyung begged, too completely drained and concerned for you to be angry now, rather desperate. “I just, I can’t have this today. Not you too.”

You could only scoff disdainfully. “But I’m just another woman you either screwed multiple times into marriage, or a pathetic runaway that does nothing for you.” You breathed shakily. “So what’s the difference if it’s me?”

There was an incredibly miserable silence that haunted you both, in each other’s presence though unable to see each other, understand each other. Taehyung could only stand in silence, wanting to reach out to you without a way how, and only left to hear your last words as you grasped the handle. 

“There’s no lunch today, Taehyung, goodbye.”

And you left his office with a hard slam of his door. 

You’d spent the entire day agonizing, trying to quell the pain you felt in your heart without any reason of understanding why it hurt so much. 

It’s what made you emotionally unavailable for the remainder of your day, eventually trudging back home after work had concluded. 

You climbed the stairs straight to your unfortunately shared bedroom, head consistently swarming with your fight as you brushed Mrs. Seo off about food. 

This was the first time you two have genuinely fought, every other time having been a simple joke or quarrel, and it was bothering you so profusely you couldn’t think of anything else. 

To think you could both argue so severely, it made you question what the remedy even looked like, how you would even reach some sort of resolution. At first, it always seemed as though Taehyung and yourself were more similar than you thought, could oddly comprehend each other on levels uncharted by other people, and against all, atypical odds, you two actually complemented each other well. 

But now? It left your future even more unknown to you. 

It made you realize sometimes Taehyung and yourself just can’t see eye-to-eye, that sometimes your similar personalities can clash, your different values can collide, and it simply left you frightened of what this spelled for you two. 

Is this what spending a lifetime with Taehyung would look like? Would you two always argue this terribly over pressing matters? Would you two always be so bull-headed and not understand the other’s point of view? Throw such awful words at each other that hurt the other? 

The incessant thoughts made you plop onto your covers deflated, sighing at the ceiling above, unable to understand why tears constantly threatened to spill from your eyes, and eventually did so.  

You shouldn’t even be angry in the first place, Taehyung has every right in the world to seek the comfort and touch of other women, it’s not like your marriage was real anyway, and it was true you haven’t been delivering in the category of satisfying a man’s needs. Even if you boldly made out with him just yesterday, who’s to say that’s enough for him? 

Who’s to say you’re enough for him? 

What also seeped into the crevices of your storming mind was the thought that he preached this God-like, impenetrable idea of reputation and public image, yet could so easily put it on the line by having a woman in his office. Even if he claimed to have been doing nothing, what would people say if word got out a woman visited his office, even worse a woman he used to fuck, and then attended lunch with his wife like normal? 

It could’ve been detrimental to his name. 

That aside, it fucking pissed you off to see another woman near seconds from getting on her knees for your husband. 

And it pissed you off even more you were always being referred to as some whore that finally snatched Taehyung up, because it was completely unfair, so utterly untrue and left you bitter to the touch thinking if only they knew. 

If only they knew how hard you battled the universe on your wedding day, how hard it was to throw your life away and work towards building your own name, only to have it all come crashing down because of this marriage. 

To still be hearing the insults as a runaway-heiress, that you were some poor soul Taehyung pitied and took under his wing but won’t fuck, so he gets into other women’s beds for satisfaction. 

If only they knew how undeserving you already felt, how this marriage and your lifestyle has you drained from nearly every aspect of your life. Having your mother tell you you’re lucky Taehyung even put a ring around your worthless finger, that your marriage now keeps your brother Yoongi you miss so terribly even further away from Korea the more you don’t participate in your father’s company. That you’re nothing but an ungrateful stubborn brat to your father outside of this matrimony, and an even bigger one with Taehyung. 

If only they fucking knew, how hard this all was. How marrying a Kim means your farce needs to be perfect all the time, that you’ll be judged, ridiculed and belittled for your every move. That your husband is only nice to you because he needs to be, because he was forced to choose you. 

It was all too much, just so fucking much you needed a moment to simply cry. To relieve the stress, the insults, the constant feeling of unworthiness that overwhelmed your emotions. 

So you cried, cried until you became devoid of emotion and eventually drifted off into a slumber, your raging thoughts disappearing along with your consciousness. 

“Sir, you’d like to be driven home today?” His chauffer asked from behind the wheel as Taehyung climbed into the back of his Merc, cold air shut out once he closed the door. 

“Yes, I’m not in the right mind to drive.” Taehyung finalized as he clicked on his seatbelt, signaling to the driver he wasn’t in the mood to talk, and so he ignited the engine instead of pressing further. 

Taehyung sighed out once the car began moving, watching the world pass him by emptily as he folded his arms, defeated. Taehyung’s entire figure was downcast, mind floating around aimlessly as he constantly recalled the argument throughout the day. 

He knew he shouldn’t have gotten so pissed and raised his voice, it was only because he’d had a terrible day, and you just caught him at the wrong time.

Your accusations did sincerely hurt him, though, because he was insulted you could think so lowly of him, that if only you knew how adamantly he rejected the woman before you came in. 

If only you knew how utterly wrong everything you claimed was, that you were different to him, and always have been. 

Taehyung exhaled tiredly once again, settling on a new motive for today considering you must already be home. 

“Mr. Kang, could you take a right from here?” 

“But sir, that’s not the way-” 

“I know, we’re making a stop before I go home.” 

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of your door clicking open, without knowledge of the time as you registered the luminous moonlight from outside the balcony doors bleeding in, a scattered reflection filling the room’s darkness. 

You stirred in your bed, a little annoyed having your much needed sleep disturbed, and you grumbled with a fatigued voice. 

“Mrs. Seo, I told you I’d come downstairs if I was hungry-”

“I’m not Mrs. Seo.” 

Your eyes cracked all the way open, lightyears away from sleep now hearing Taehyung’s low voice reverberate in your shared bedroom. You didn’t know why he was here, convinced he would’ve spent the rest of today elsewhere or locked up in his study. You decided to ignore him instead, your back faced towards him as you remained in a laid position.  

You heard him shut the door behind himself, the soles of his shoes contacting the floor as you heard the odd rustling of something in his hand. 

He seemed to have made his way over to the bed, placing something of possibly paper down as the telling sound of him shredding off his suit jacket met your ears. You could make out more rustling as he seemed to have grasped the other item again, nestling it onto his empty side of the bed and sitting down on the edge himself.

It was unmistakable the scent that caught your nose, the familiar smell bringing your mind temporary peace. 

Peonies.  

The bed had dipped under his weight, causing you to curl yourself up knowing he was there, the tension thick. There was silence, the sound of nothing filling your room until he eventually spoke. 

“Did I wake you?” 

“Yes.” 

He fiddled with his fingers for a bit. “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t speak to me.” 

You heard him exhale tiredly, addressing you again. “Y/N..” 

“Didn’t I just tell you not to talk to me?” 

Taehyung placed his elbow on his knees as he clasped his hands over his lips, answering you. “I know, but I want to talk to you.” 

“You shouldn’t.” 

“Just hear me out, please. Just this once. It’s all I ask.” Taehyung practically beseeched, his voice sounding like the honey you’ve heard before.  

And it made you acquiesce. 

“Look, I’ll make this clear. Because of my work, I’ve never had time for dating, so I’ve slept with women casually.” Taehyung clarified, speaking pacifyingly. “But I’ve never once allowed a woman to come to my home, you’re the first one to ever lay in my bed.” 

Your eyebrows perked up, shocked by the unforeseen confession. 

“I haven’t slept with anyone ever since our engagement, and I did absolutely nothing with that woman in my office.” Taehyung paused, thinking about his next statement. 

“I would never cheat on you, I’m not the type.” 

Taehyung then took a deep breath, almost readying himself to reveal this. “You know, you’ve always talked about how we didn’t choose each other, so it makes you believe I’m stuck with you against my will or something. But you don’t know, Y/N... I did choose you.” 

Your eyes widened in bewilderment, clutching your hands to your chest as you listened carefully. 

“You probably know my father gave me an ultimatum about you. But what you don’t know is that ultimatum was only for meeting you, not choosing you.” Taehyung relayed pointedly, your eyebrows shooting up in surprise. 

“My father was only pressuring me to get married. Yes there was an incentive marrying you specifically because I felt like I owed your father for our deal, but I still could’ve said no. I could’ve met someone else and moved on.” He breathed out, moving to his next sentence. 

“But after I met you, Y/N, I didn’t want to settle on someone else. I wanted to choose you because you were different, you weren’t like any other woman I’d met.” Taehyung confessed, his voice hesitant though determined to prove his point. 

“You were never some less-than heiress to me. I saw you as someone admirable. Someone strong enough to defy the status-quo us heirs are forced to live in, and I’ve never once regretted my decision.” 

Taehyung was grasping his hands together harder now, unfamiliar with being so candid though oddly okay knowing it’s you. “So I don’t like when you say I only think of you as charity, as a woman I don’t want, because I’ve never thought of you that way.” He stressed, tone persuasive. 

“You’re you, and that makes you different.” 

You could’ve been choking if it weren’t for the fact that you were laying down, storming emotions now dissipating once soaking in his confessions. 

“And there’s genuity behind my words, I’m not a deceitful or manipulative man who makes empty promises. I should’ve been more clear from the start about my past with women, and today you just.. caught me on a bad day. Nothing went right at work, and I was stressed. I’m sorry I took it out on you.. I didn’t mean to do that.” 

There was something almost devastating laced in Taehyung’s voice, like he was reprimanding himself for his own behaviour, and it automatically made you feel extremely guilty. 

You were way too quick to make assumptions about Taehyung, jumping to conclusions that were far from the truth and now it dawned on you you only made Taehyung’s day 100x worse. You should’ve been there for him as comfort, some sort of solace so that his day wasn’t so mentally draining, but you instead accused him of terrible things with no proof and aggravated everything. 

The guilt made your head spin, rising into a seated position and turning over to in fact see a bouquet of peonies beside you, eyes nearly watering he even remembered your favourite flowers when you were so awful to him. 

He was seated a few inches away with his head in his hands, clearly distressed and troubled, and you despised you were partly the reason for it. 

How could you have so easily blamed Taehyung? You didn’t even register the fact that when you did walk in, Taehyung didn’t even look like a culpable man, he seemed rejective of the woman. 

And now you were spiraling, thinking this entire argument was just your dumb mistake. How could you have let yourself turn into some jealous maniac and make him go through this? 

You felt incredibly apologetic, regretful, but now seeking to comfort him like you should’ve against the odds of his awful day, should’ve understood and heard him out. 

You shuffled over to Taehyung on your shins, his broad back to you. If he noticed your presence behind him, he didn’t make it obvious, remaining leaned over onto his knees tiredly

You pressed your dainty palm to his back, swallowing as you contemplated if you could do something more intimate. Your hand remained still, battling the decision to move closer to him until Taehyung suddenly shrugged off your touch, voice firm. 

“I don’t need comfort, I’m fine.” 

You felt slightly discouraged, though remained determined to reach him. “I should’ve been there for you on such a stressful day.” 

“I can handle my stress on my own, I don’t need anyone.” Taehyung stated blankly, though you didn’t feel like listening to him. 

In an irrational action, you moved forward and tentatively draped your arms around Taehyung from behind, your chest flush against his back. Your small arms caged around his, chin coming to rest on his shoulder as Taehyung’s resistant voice reprimanded you. 

“Y/N, I said I don’t need-” 

“No, this is my fault. I’m so sorry I said those awful things to you, you didn’t deserve that, you didn’t deserve that at all.” Your voice was solemn as you hugged around him tighter, Taehyung holding one of your wrists to loosen your grip. 

“That’s fine, but I don’t need help, I can handle stress by myself.” Taehyung was trying to undo your hold around him though you only embraced him closer in response, one of your hands hooking onto his shoulder as the other enclosed his biceps. 

You didn’t understand why you felt so adamant about doing this, but you found your face nuzzling into his neck to just reach him, to speak to him in earnest. 

“You don’t have to.. Taehyung.” You said, clutching onto him for dear life. “You don’t have to do everything on your own, you have me.” 

“I don’t need your pity, Y/N. I’m fine, let go of me.” 

“No, I’m not going anywhere, I’m here.” 

“I don’t need help.” Taehyung stressed, trying to loosen your grip again. “Just let me go-” 

“No, I’m not letting you go, Taehyung.” You grasped him as hard as you could, tenacious in never leaving him alone.

“I don’t want to let go.” Your voice became soft, almost endearing as you snuggled further into the junction of his neck and were met by the scent of his cologne. It was just like him, masculine and soothing, and it wasn’t long before you released a relieved breath, glad that you had him so near, glad that your fight was so useless now. 

Taehyung fought his inner turmoil trying to reject your hold, though he felt so entirely warm in your touch he ultimately relaxed, accepting it, a calming breath leaving his body. He sensed the storm in his mind dissipating, the cold ice of his habitually lonely thoughts melting away underneath your hug. 

It made him bask in you, sinking into your comfort as his one hand held your forearm, and the other came up to cradle the back of your head, lightly ruffling the soft tresses of your hair with a smile. He almost allowed tears to prick at his eyes, never having felt such a moving sense of support from anyone. 

Maybe Taehyung felt the hug of his mother when he scrapped his knee at a young age, maybe the embrace of his little cousins whenever he visited them, and maybe sometimes when his friends provided their own version of comfort through sincere text messages and a momentary hug. 

But never in his life has Taehyung allowed another woman to simply hug him like this, and he found every reason in the world to think it’s okay if it’s you. 

Because everything he said today was true, you’ve always been different, and there’s nobody quite like you. 

Taehyung swallowed his emotions down thinking he didn’t want to ruin a pure moment like this with sadness, your warmth alleviating the stress along with his negative thoughts.  

Taehyung suddenly positioned himself on the bed to face you, his eyes meeting your glistening ones he couldn’t ever resist. Your arms remained loosely draped around him, meeting his eyes with an expectant look. Taehyung’s hands set around your face, a palm against your cheek as the other brushed hair behind your ear. 

“I’m sorry.” He said, his eyes darting almost adoringly all over the pretty features of your face. 

“I’m sorry, too. I was just.. scared of what would happen to your name, if people found out.” You apologized, only left to swim in the warm brown of Taehyung’s eyes. 

He smiled gratefully, finding your consideration for his reputation endearing of you. His gaze began switching between your doe-eyes and the plush of your lips, moving closer as he lost thought. He held your face, inching closer as his breathe tickled your skin the more proximal he became. 

You drew closer as well, closing your eyes as you felt Taehyung’s lips softly press against yours. You sighed into his kiss, thinking you’ve never once felt such a tender touch in your lifetime, reflective in the way you caught his lips in yours. 

Taehyung opened up his mouth to kiss you fervently, the sweet sound of your lips meeting each other making you feel fuzzy. Your grasp on his shirt tightened the more the heat picked up, relishing in the taste of him as he worked against your mouth passionately. 

Taehyung then laid you down onto the bed slowly, your back meeting the cold of the sheets as he climbed on top of you. One of Taehyung’s hands faltered from your face to encase the side of your ribcage, causing you to arch as his other palm held your cheek. 

He began kissing you with something more hungry, something more ardent. Small groans were leaving you as a result of your core lighting up, Taehyung’s hot mouth swallowing your every sound. Your hands slid up his neck to meet the tresses of his fluffy hair, fingers tugging as it seemed to turn him on. 

With a satisfied groan from his mouth, he pressed his thigh into your now pulsing entrance, his hand on your waist smoothing over your clothes until he eventually slipped his warm palms underneath your blouse. The sensation made your breath hitch, melting into Taehyung’s pleasurable touch until a sudden intrusive thought filled you with fear. The ghost of someone else’s uncaring, cold hands made you practically freeze up underneath him.  

You remembered Kiseok out of nowhere, mind frenzying and you quickly pushed Taehyung off your lips, eyes scared. 

He looked down at your alarmed expression and immediately apologized. “Shit, I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“No, no! It’s not you, it’s-it’s me. I just remembered.. I just felt, I-” You tried to say a coherent sentence but your brain was spazzing out, hands smacking over your mouth to stop your babbling. 

Taehyung could read you in an instant, connecting the telling dots. 

“It’s him, isn’t it?” He questioned, soft eyes looking into yours. 

“Yes, I’m sorry. I just remembered something and I freaked out, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry-”

“Hey,” Taehyung’s thumb began massaging at your skin underneath your clothes. “It’s okay, it’s not him, Y/N. It’s me.” Taehyung’s dulcet voice spoke pacifyingly, soothing eyes gazing into your near panicked ones. “It’s just me.” 

You don’t know washed over you, but knowing it was Taehyung, the Taehyung you’ve had the wonderful privilege of getting to know, the kind Taehyung who nursed your wounded cheek and protected you on multiple occasions, the Taehyung that told you he loves snow and promised to take care of you. Knowing it was him, his touch warm and tender, rather than piercing and rushed like you’ve felt before, there was no reason to worry, no reason to push him away. 

You smiled as he returned your grin, your hands meeting his chiseled jaw to pull him back down to your lips, Taehyung happily complying.

He returned for more kisses, mouthing at you until sucking at your bottom lip until he teasingly bit at the plushy flesh and pulled them by his teeth. The way he looked at you was purely devilish, practically smirking with his eyes as he popped off your mouth, and you ignited with something akin to fire. 

You tugged him back down harshly and his tongue began poking at your mouth, yours opening up completely and he slithered inside, your tongue tangling with his ardently. 

Your wet muscles tasted each other in a delicious tandem, his hips grinding against you and your body moved in near lethal synchronicity with his, the hand underneath your blouse traversing your bare skin arousingly. 

Your breaths were catching up on each other until Taehyung disconnected, lips flushed pink with blown out eyes as he regarded you with something indistinguishable, your own eyes giving away adoration as you looked at him.

Taehyung returned by shoving his lips to the underside of your jaw, moving to your pulse point to suck more of his desire onto you, reviving his marks from yesterday. He nearly ate at your skin, mouthing tirelessly until you were squirming underneath him and more of his purple marks blossomed across your neck. 

You could tell he liked marking. 

You gasped out in pleasure, lewd sounds escaping your mouth as your hands hugged his head to your neck. Hips bucking up into his senselessly, a pleasurable groan left the back of Taehyung’s throat as his hardening length pressed your center. 

Taehyung’s mouth began canvasing down to your collarbones, kissing and licking them hotly before he shifted his weight onto his shoulder and suddenly exclaimed, grimacing in pain. 

“Ah, fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” You asked, hands holding his face.  

He managed his weight on top of you with one arm, working his left arm in order to gauge the pain. “My shoulder, it’s been bothering me all day.” 

“Did you take any medicine?” 

“I took painkillers for my headache. Don’t think it did anything for my shoulder.” He informed as he winced moving the muscles, clearly in pain. 

You pushed him up into an upright position, letting him sit in front of you with mussed hair and swollen lips, massaging the joint. You blushed at the fact his disheveled state was the result of kissing you, though you trashed the idea once he exclaimed in pain again. 

“Ah, stop moving it, turn around.” You pushed at his chest to get him to turn. He listened and positioned himself with his back to you, your hand over his shoulder as you settled behind him. “Take your shirt off, I can look at the muscle.” 

“Oh? You’re not shy about seeing me shirtless anymore?” Taehyung remarked, obviously relating back to your first night sleeping together and you smacked at his shoulder. 

“Hey, not the time.” Taehyung reeled at your hit, his exclamation melding into a laugh as you spoke. “You gotta strip for me, Kim. Take it off so I can see.” 

“Since when are you a doctor?” He quirked his eyebrows. 

“Since I took kinesiology in university. I know muscles, take off your shirt already. Or are you shy about showing me some skin, cuddler boy?” You quipped at his ego. 

“I mean, I saw some of your skin in the shower yesterday, it’s only fair I show you mine.” He snickered evilly as you recalled the shower incident, mouthing falling agape.

“What? You said you didn’t look!” You hit him again as punishment and Taehyung cried out, laughing through pain. 

“Ow, I was kidding! I only saw your shoulders.” 

“Good, now take this shirt off before I make your shoulder worse.” You scolded him, on your knees as you yanked at his shirt. 

Taehyung quickly admitted defeat. “Okay, okay, if my princess wants me to strip, I’ll strip.” You almost hit him again until he worked the buttons of his shirt, peeling off the fabric from his shoulders and you were reminded again of just how large Taehyung really is. 

Your eyes ogled at the size of his shoulder blades, impressed by how masculine his features were; his lean muscle, broad back, your hands having a mind of their own as they began travelling over his skin. You were moving quite aimlessly until Taehyung’s teasing voice lifted you from your trance. 

“See something you like?” 

Your cheeks heated up, scandalized. “I-I’m just looking at your muscles.” 

“Mmm, sure. Wanna add em’ to the list of things you like about me?” Taehyung was clearly having too much fun with this as a pretty laugh escaped him, you having enough of his teasing. 

“That’s it, I’m leaving you alone.” You propped off the bed and walked away, Taehyung protesting after you. 

“Y/N, come back. I’ll stop.” He whined as he stood to his feet, gesturing his open arms for you to come to, though you teased him back instead. 

“Nope, you’ve lost your opportunity for my massages and my lips you like oh so much, bread crust boy.” 

You could’ve sworn a blush crept onto Taehyung’s cheeks, clearly remembering his candid confession of what he liked about you. “Yah, come here.” 

“I think I remember some about my eyes too, right?” You pulled at his leg, Taehyung’s bottom lip jutting out in a near pout. 

“Hey, this is unfair, come back to me.” 

“You’ll have to catch me if you want me back, Mr. Kim.” You eyed him playfully as you bolted off, sprinting across your bedroom to work the lock of the balcony doors.  

“You’re going outside? It’s cold!” Taehyung proclaimed in complaint, dragging his feet for you as you swung the balcony doors open. You ran out into the cold winter air, chilling your bones though you didn’t really care when you had a near shirtless Kim Taehyung hot on your trail. 

“Then I guess you’ll have to catch me to keep warm!” You teased comically, amused as you watched him scramble outside for you. Giggles came from you as you dodged his arms, both of you pacing around each other as Taehyung’s endearing chuckles filled the night air.  

You started slowing down once the running caught up to your lungs, coming to a momentary halt as Taehyung finally snatched you up. His arms wrapped entirely around your torso, practically lifting you off the ground as you exclaimed through defeated laughs. 

“Okay, Taehyung, you got me, you got me! Let me go!” You struggled in his hold, squirming for him to loosen his grasp though he didn’t let up. 

“Nope, you’re my only warmth now, not letting go.” Taehyung announced while biting back a wide smile. He rested his chin atop your head and his iron lock brought you to a settled state, accepting his hold around you. 

You became slightly shy thinking Taehyung’s bare front was pressed against your back, your hands resting over his as you both shivered together, only each other’s body heat for warmth.  

“I’m practically anemic, Tae. I’m always cold.” You giggled as you dissed yourself. 

Taehyung breathed through his nose in a small laugh, speaking with the baritone of his voice that resonated in your back. 

“You’ve always been warm to me.” 

Your lips curved into a gleeful smile, basking in the feeling of his safe arms wrapped around you without the judgmental stare of others like at the amusement park. It was just you and him, and you simply enjoyed the moment, eyes finding stars above your entangled bodies. 

“Oh my God, the stars.” You pointed upwards, peering at the pretty constellations above your heads and Taehyung looked up as well. 

“Wow, this is my first time seeing stars in ages.” Taehyung commented, eyes soaking in the shine of their light. 

You could only snicker, quipping at him as he admired the sky. “All because I came into your life, right?” 

Taehyung could tell it was meaningless joke on your end, his teasing always matched with your own, but what you didn’t know was how much the stars had always meant to Taehyung. 

And that your playful statement beckoned him to reminisce. 

The sky was the only solace he found as a child, often peering up to be set free from his pre-determined, controlling life. Even in his young teenaged years he tried to believe in galaxies as much as he could, using it as some make-shift escape from his restrictive world. 

Though as the years progressed, and Taehyung become completely sucked into the world of business, he’d lost all touch with such a concept, and lost the significance it once harbored. He’d stopped believing in any galaxy whatsoever, stopped taking a moment to look up at the sky and solely lived for the purpose of achieving greatness in his name. 

But with you, he often earned small instances of reprieve just like this. A moment where it felt like his ever-progressive world had stopped, like he could finally see those same stars he used to look up at. 

Except now, as he glanced down at your doe-eyes reflecting the luminescent lights, pretty stars scattered within them, he couldn’t help but admire their reflections in your eyes more. He wanted to look into them for longer, wondering if he’d always be able to see the same gleam of starlight in your eyes like this.  

And that maybe his solace isn’t the sky anymore. 

“Yeah, it is.” His arms coiled around you tighter, clutching onto you like you so desperately clutched onto him earlier. His face dipped into your shoulder, feeling every ounce of worry and stress from today float up into a cloud of nothing, soaking in your warm presence without thought of the cold. 

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Taehyung asked by your ear, calm and quiet. 

“Me? Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering.” He hummed. 

“Mm, well, I was actually taking the day off. Hana wants me to look for her wedding gift in our gigantic hoard.” 

Taehyung snorted. “I shouldn’t even tell you the amount of money people gave us.” 

“Please don’t, it’ll make me hunt down each person by fingerprint analysis and give it back.” You feigned disgust, leaning yourself back into his warmth.

“And that’s exactly why I didn’t tell my stubborn wife.” 

You grinned sheepishly at Taehyung so casually referring to you as his wife. “You’re stubborn too, don’t think I’m the only one.” 

“You’re way more stubborn,” Taehyung argued. “I could give you the world and you’d probably only take a blade of grass.” 

“If you gave me the world I’d just give it back to you.” 

“Exactly, because you’re more stubborn.” He retorted, proud of his remark as your mind rather went into thought, your next words reflecting your meditative mind. 

“No, because you deserve the world more than I do.”

You said it so softly, his warm hold around you the epitome of comfort as you forgot the winter chill, the seeming care radiating off his body sinking into your bones that have been so conditioned to feel unloved. You could only puff air through your nose in a laugh to yourself, thinking Taehyung felt like a remedy to nearly every dark part of yourself, like he eased you in ways nobody else ever could. 

And it made you think Taehyung really is such a misunderstood person, because despite his hard stares and guarded walls, there was a man who simply had a kind soul. 

There was a poignant pause as Taehyung became shocked, never having been told something so.. sentimental. His heart strings were practically being tugged at, feeling your grip on his hands tighten. Taehyung nestled you closer to him, mumbling calmly by your ear as his face found the crook of your neck. 

“Only because you deserve a universe.” 

You both basked in the sweet moment together, hearts utterly filled to the brim with something indistinguishable, something you both had no way of identifying. The pair of you ignored the feeling and let the unspeakable sensation permeate the air instead, tranquility seeping into the pair of you in the quietness of the moment. 

Until Taehyung suddenly perked up. 

“Hey, is the reason why you didn’t go near the railing on your first day here because you’re afraid of heights?”

“W-what? No, totally not afraid of some balcony.” You brushed him off with a fake laugh way too casually, and Taehyung caught on. 

“You know it’s only two stories up, right? You could survive a fall that high.” 

“Taehyung, don’t say that!” You whined out in fear, and Taehyung could only chuckle heartily at your cute protest. 

“Hana, shut up before I end this call.” You threatened your best friend on the other line, rested on your shins in your walk-in closet. “I literally took the day off just so I could look through these wedding gifts for yours, cut to the chase.” 

“Hey, not my fault you two looked all lovey-dovey at an amusement park after you tell me you guys are fake, who even asked out who? Captain hard stare or you?” 

“Look, at our first event a lot of people made snarky comments about our marriage seeming fake, so we agreed on looking more couply.” 

“No fucking kidding, you think I didn’t spit my drink out when I saw that photo of Taehyung on his knees fixing your dress?” Hana snorted on the other end. “Ma’am, I salute you for getting the Kim Taehyung on his knees for you, tell us the secret babe.” 

“Hana, he wasn’t even on his knees.” 

“Whatever you say, Casanova.” Hana drawled into the phone. “But seriously though, has he gotten on his knees for you yet.. you know.. in that way?” 

“Hana, shut the fuck up.” 

“I’m curious! Word on the street is Taehyung’s packing, the kind that fucks up your insides.” 

“Why are you talking so casually about my husband’s fucking?” You deadpanned, crossing your arms.  “You really wanna tell me that after I fought with him yesterday about his past with women?”

“Look, just remember what Taehyung said to you about them. It seriously seems like none of those girls mean to him what you mean to him.” 

“... why do you say that?” 

“I saw all the photos of you guys on your date and to be honest, the shit he did didn’t seem fake.” 

“It was for the cameras, Hana.” 

She scoffed on the other side of the line. “Sure, if that helps you sleep at night. Fuck, both of you just looked really real, and that’s coming from someone who knows about your marriage.” 

You pondered over her statement for a moment until you finally found the stupid red box Hana kept preaching. “Oh, hey! I think I found your gift.” 

“Really? Finally, I spent way too much on this fucker.” Hana complained. 

“What the hell is it? The box feels too light.” You shook it around for good measure.

“You’ll see when you open it, Casanova.” 

“Hana, I’m literally the furthest thing from a Casanova, shut up?” 

“Says the one who got Kim Taehyung on his knees to fix your dress like your servant.” She accused you, imagining her drinking a petty sip of something in a glass. 

“He wasn’t on his knees, Hana. He just fixed it to be nice” 

“Well, quick fucking reminder he bought you that dress too. Let’s see how fast you can get him on his knees with something I bought you.” 

“What do you..” Your words faded once you lifted the lid of the box and lost all function. Your eyes bugged out at seeing a red lacey lingerie set, clearly satin in fabric and so scandalous you audibly gasped. 

“Hana! What the fuck is this?!” You hissed into the phone, slapping the lid back over the box like you’d removed the Holy Grail. 

“Surprise! You seriously owe me for this one, I had to talk to his CEO friends just to find out what he likes. Made myself look like a damn fool asking at the wedding.” 

“Oh God, don’t even remind me of the guys at the wedding.” You held a hand to your temple in shame. “I still feel terrible I was such a fucked up, unavailable mess I never got to meet them. I don’t know how the fuck Taehyung and I both have so much family.” 

You recalled the awful memory of being dragged around to snobby, intrusive relatives and ‘important people’ all night, having missed the guys as they were busy themselves, shivering at the sheer amount of social skills you had to conjure in a near catatonic state. 

You also would’ve been taken by the sentiment of Hana’s gift, but all that was running through your mind was a racy lingerie set tucked away in a closet you shared with Taehyung, constantly reminding you where in God’s name you were even going to hide this. 

“Hana, that’s fucking sweet of you but what the hell?! Red, satin and lace? I’m not a Victoria’s Secret model!” 

“It’s all his favourites, apparently. And you’re very much runway worthy, though I don’t think Captain hard stare would want people eyeing his woman if you walked down the runway in that.” She preached as if she were Taehyung’s wing woman, making you unfortunately realize your best friend and your husband were both equally quick-witted. 

Great.

“I’m not walking anywhere in this. I can’t pull off lingerie, and especially not in front of Taehyung. My cheeks would literally melt off my face if that happened.”

“Why? You guys haven’t done anything at all?” 

You became sheepish answering her question, thighs rubbing together as you admitted the truth. “Um.. not-not really.” 

“Oh? Nothing at all?” She asked out sheer curiosity.  

“We’ve really only made out.” 

“Are you-!” Hana almost exclaimed loudly until she calmed down. “Actually, you know what? That’s okay, Y/N. I know Kiseok was an asshole and he makes sex hard for you, but you’re seriously a woman of steel resisting Taehyung.” She commended you whole-heartedly. 

“You can kick me later for this but that’s the hottest man I’ve seen in my entire life, how haven’t you jumped him yet? I would’ve.” 

“You think I don’t know that, I live with him!” 

“Exactly! So you know him, Y/N, and you know he’s not an asshole, you can let loose around him.” Hana explained. “That’s why I got the set, you were already forced into this like he was, the least you two could do is have some fun together.” 

“Hana-”

“Nope, don’t do that with me. Don’t tell me you’re not pretty enough or something because I’ll bite your elbow. You’re a gorgeous girl who deserves to get railed every night, don’t think you’re not enough for him or something, Y/N. I can tell by the way he treats you you’re more than enough.” 

“How are you so sure?” 

Hana paused on the other line, sighing before giving her answer. “You know how I met Taehyung’s friends at the wedding?” 

“Yeah?” 

“They talked about him, they were mainly cracking jokes but they ended up saying the way he acts with you...” Hana relayed carefully. “It’s different.” 

“But that was during the wedding, we barely knew each other then.” 

“Exactly, and you told me that all along Taehyung actually did choose you, so stop questioning your worth when it comes to him, your worthy enough that he chose you.” 

You could only dwell on Hana’s thoughts, sincerely glad you had such a supportive friend. 

It made you think about how you’re not the greatest friend. “You know, I’ll always be sorry I keep you and Yoongi apart. You’re worthy to him too, you know. He just gets really caught up with work.”

Hana was silence for a moment before she joked. “Please, you know I already know that. It’s just... hard to tell.. with us.” 

“I know, but I know my brother, Hana. The way he looks at you is different too.” 

“We’ll see about that,” She brushed off the sentimental conversation. “Now try the set on.” 

“Pardon?” 

“Hello? I spent a shitload on it, you better try it on and send me a photo of yourself.” She instructed you harshly. 

“You want me to send you nudes?” 

“It’s not nudes if you’re wearing lingerie, genius, I need proof you at least tried it on before you let it waste away.” 

“Ugh, fine. I’m hanging up and trying it on.” 

“Good, you better send me a picture after or else I’ll call you every minute until you pick up.” She threatened very seriously, and you rolled your eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah, bye.” You ended the call, sighing when your sight fell to the gift in front of you. The red of the box should’ve given it away, but you always were a bit of dumbass, so what’s it to you?

You uncovered the lid once again, casting it aside to take the set out. You regretfully began undressing yourself in the closet to wiggle into the contraption, spotting a satin red robe as an extra part of the set in the box and you groaned, foregoing it. Once you actually figured the lingerie out, you looked at yourself in the mirror, swiveling around to catch sight of your every curve. 

It perfectly fit you. 

Damn you, Hana. 

It was definitely salacious as you glanced at your reflection, bra designed as half a racy bodice that tied in the front, pushing up your boobs into round globes. There was a strip of lace that lined the bodice’s edges, garters that came down from it and hooked around your thighs, practically serving them on a platter. The panties were of stain fabric with some cotton inside (good news for your vagina), lace adorning it’s cut outs as it thinned into three small straps around your hips. 

Safe to say, Hana did not pull a single punch with this one. 

You felt shy wearing the set at first, though admired how it actually accentuated all the right parts of you, displaying your body in ways that if it any man saw you right now, you were sure they’d be on their knees like Hana said. 

You snatched your phone and snapped a single mirror shot of yourself, conscientiously sending it off to Hana with an angry text you were going to take it off. You worked for the tie until you decided to look at yourself a little longer, turning your body around and biting your lip thinking you were wearing apparently everything Taehyung likes. 

The red you knew about, but he’s a lace guy, and especially satin?

Amusing, you’re using this against him one day. 

“Mr. Kim, you’re leaving early today?” Mrs. Lee asked as she peeked out from behind her computer screen. 

“Yes, could you reschedule that last meeting I had.” Taehyung shut his office door as he asked. “I’ve made other plans.” 

“Of course, I could do that.” She clicked at her keyboard, seemingly focused on a task until she asked. “Though may I ask of your other plans?” 

“Nowhere in particular.” Taehyung shrugged. 

“Hmm, I see.” Taehyung smiled at her as he began stepping out of his office quarters and into the hallway, Mrs. Lee’s voice suddenly reaching him. 

“Have fun with Mrs. Kim!” 

He stopped dead in his tracks and poked his head back in, never having said a name. 

“Mrs. Lee, I.. never mentioned Mrs. Kim.” Taehyung’s eyes held a hint of embarrassment, lips jutted out. 

“You have your Mrs. Kim smile on, sir. It’s alright if you’re going to see her.” 

Taehyung felt like he was being very easily read, and he was suddenly reminded why he hired Mrs. Lee in the first place. She’d always been excellent at figuring him out, taking note of the smallest things about him whether it be preference, habits or character traits, and that made his job a thousand times easier. 

Though in a situation like this, he felt like someone caught red-handed. “I.. um.. I just wanted to take her out. I’ll catch up on the remainder of my work at home.” Taehyung scratched the back of his neck. 

“Of course, sir. Enjoy the rest of your day.” 

Taehyung nodded shyly and began pacing further down the hallway, Mrs, Lee’s final words echoing off the walls. 

“Say hello to Mrs. Kim for me!” She cheered, Taehyung smacking his forehead as the elevator doors closed. 

You still hadn’t found a reason to take off the set, comically posing and fooling around without knowledge of how much time had passed. You stood still in front of the mirror for a moment, playing with your hair for it to fall into different styles. You were completely unsuspecting when you suddenly saw the closet door in the mirror’s view open, though became utterly horrified hearing a voice you knew all too well. 

Your husband’s voice.

“Y/N, I’m home-” 

He stiffened entirely on spot ambling in, his jaw dropping to practically the center of the earth. 

Your eyes widened in terror, your reflection looking back at Taehyung’s slack jaw and blown out eyes as he caught sight of your scantily-clad figure. You turned around rapidly to face him, arms trying to cover what little you could, so frozen up you couldn’t even consider yelling at him.  

“T-Taehyung, w-when did you get home?” 

Taehyung’s mouth opened and closed multiple times trying to construct a sentence, though he couldn’t think of a single coherent thing. His eyes could not for the life of him leave your figure, because holy fuck. 

He could see your wedding gifts sprawled around you, clearly having unwrapped one and somehow wearing his favourite everything on a woman. 

His sight darted around the skin he’s never once seen before; your breasts, your stomach, your thighs, and he swallowed dryly soaking in the lace hugging your body. He was completely captivated looking at his wife wrapped like a Christmas present in front of him. 

He then realized it was evidently a mistake he caught you like this and averted his ogling eyes, blinking numerous times to erase the erotic image and thoughts from his mind. 

But to no fucking avail, it was already imprinted so deeply in his brain he’d never forget it even after he died. 

“I.. uh, um.. I was just-I left work early because I wanted... to take you out on a surprise date.” Taehyung cleared his throat as his eyes kept coming back to scan you, hand clutching the door open as he malfunctioned. “What.. what-what’re you doing?” 

“O-oh I was just um.. was looking through our wedding gifts.. like I told you.” You wanted the ground to swallow you whole, squishing your thighs together as if it would conceal something, because this is by far the most embarrassing moment you’ve ever experienced. 

“Right, right.” Taehyung nodded senselessly trying to look away, though his eyes had a mind of their own as he found himself sneaking glances at the garters around your thighs, fucking garters. The satin was practically beckoning him, and the red lace paired with your nearly spilled out breasts sent blood places it really shouldn’t be right now. 

“Do you.. um, want to go out today?” He repeated his question, Adam’s apple bobbing extremely hard as he kept mentally reprimanding himself for his greedy glances.   

Your eyes followed the action, hugging around your body tighter to hide but it really only made your breasts pop more, Taehyung losing his sanity at the thoughts plaguing him.  

“Sure.. maybe in-in an hour?” 

“Sure. Sounds great.” Taehyung profusely nodded to himself as he started making his exit urgently, you calling him back. 

“Taehyung!” 

“Y-yeah?” He poked his head back in, eyes trained on only your face.  

“Could you-you know, maybe um.. forget this happened? I was just trying it on because Hana bought it and wouldn’t leave me alone until I did. P-please?” You pleaded guilelessly, and Taehyung could never understand how you were so innocent yet your body and actions sometimes were the utter opposite. 

“Oh yeah, of course, totally.” Taehyung waved off. “Erased, gone, Neuralyzed from my brain, what are we even talking about?” Taehyung stuttered out rapidly, your lips curving into a grateful smile. 

“Thanks.” 

He coughed. “Don’t mention it.”

Taehyung then quickly vacated his room with a deep breath and his mind racing, you squirming to put some actual clothes on. 

It was almost an hour later and you’d seen no sight of Taehyung as you readied yourself for your date, especially to your liking because you still felt extremely embarrassed about everything. 

You carefully walked down the stairs in pantyhose and a dress as you were met by quite literally nobody in the house. You didn’t spot Mrs. Choi or Seo where they should’ve been in the kitchen, finding it even more odd Taehyung was nowhere to be seen. 

You glanced around skeptically, considering whether or not everyone abandoned you as some sort of joke. Sauntering onto the first floor, your attention was stolen by the bouquet of pretty peonies you swiped into a vase earlier today on the dining table. 

You touched the petals delicately, reminiscent smile finding your lips upon remembering Taehyung bought them with you in mind. 

Admiring them was taking up your time until you glanced over at the kitchen, spotting some stray water around the sink, finding that odd. 

You quirked an eyebrow, thinking it looked too untidy for such precise people like Mrs. Choi and Seo. Ticking your head to the side, you set your purse and phone done against the island’s counter, grasping a paper towel to clean up the water. 

You were minding your own business in the midst of wiping down the mess, distracted until someone’s large hands abruptly grappled onto the edge of sink around you, caging you completely in with their arms from behind.  

You gasped, recognizing the slender, masculine hands with pretty bracelets adorning his one wrist, knowing exactly who it was. His entire front was pushed up against your back invasively, the heat of his presence coursing through your veins. 

“T-Taehyung, what are you-”

“I can’t forget it.” 

“What?” 

“I can’t forget it.” He repeated, his hot breath fanning your exposed skin as his face dipped to your shoulder. His hands gripped the edge of the counter hard, leaning himself further into you and you became very aware of your backside shoved against his crotch. 

“We-we have a date to go on.” You clutched the paper towel, nerves in your body alighting at him all up in your personal space, his body enclosing you, and now was the time you remembered Hana talking about Taehyung’s gifted size. 

Did he just have to have a big dick too?

“We’re not going on a date anymore.” Taehyung’s voice was dark and hot near the shell of your ear, jutting his hips so far into you your stomach was pressed up against the counter, losing all form of control.  

“Taehyung, Mrs. Seo and Mrs. Choi-” 

“I sent them home, we’re the only ones in this house.” His confession made your core ignite, the bubbling feeling of arousal now raking your insides as Taehyung remained in your space. 

“J-just the two of us?” 

“Just the two of us.” Taehyung stressed, his deft hands now encasing yours against the counter, and it was breathtaking how much larger they were in comparison with yours, how everything about Taehyung was. 

And definitely the hints of his length pressing up against your ass. 

“I can’t fucking stop thinking about you in that set.” Taehyung’s harsh breaths were tickling your skin, arousing you as the vibration of his voice sent shivers down your spine. 

You scoffed wanting to have some fun. “Satin and lace make you this weak of a man?” 

“Only when you’re wearing it. And trust me, I can make a mess out of you underneath me.” Taehyung breathed out hotly, his hips purposefully contacting your ass as his hands slithered around your stomach, pulling you flush against him. 

“Please, I can have you on your knees fixing my dress again before you do that.” You teased biting your lip, turned on way more than you should’ve been at his hands ghosting your abdomen. 

“You challenging me, princess? Because I was only being a gentleman, you have no clue how hard I can fuck you till you feel me in your throat.” Taehyung said it so roughly by your ear you gushed on spot. His hands trailed off on their own, one snug underneath your breasts and the other over your abdomen, clearly on two separate missions your body was nearly leaping at the prospect of.  

“I’d love to see you try, Mr. Kim.” You pointedly stressed, the constant feeling of his growing cock prodding your ass and breath fanning the junction between your neck and shoulder was sending into overdrive. 

“Mm, are you sure? Think you can handle it?” Taehyung’s tone was deep though held a concerned lilt, still trying to gain some sort of permission as if you weren’t ready to jump his bones right now. 

“Do you need me to take over, loverboy? All talk about dominance but can’t-” 

Taehyung’s hand suddenly darted down and cupped your sex through your dress so lethally your breath hitched, gasping at the euphoric feeling. His other hand snaked towards your breast and grabbed a handful of you, making you keen forward and press your ass against him. 

Taehyung’s large, skillful hands began doing their respective work; one fondling your tit and the other rubbing against your folds through your clothes. 

“You think you can just wear lingerie and not receive the consequence?” Taehyung questioned harshly, lips pressed to the shell of your ear as he lewdly touched you. “Think it won’t fucking ruin me with that image in my head?” 

“I-I was just trying it on.” You stuttered out relishing in his movements, his voice seriously authoritative and now you can see where his dominant, alpha male really jumps out. 

He scoffed under his breath. “Trying it on? You’re such a fucking tease.” His hand on your core began rubbing circles on your clit, eliciting breathy moans from your mouth that were bouncing off the kitchen walls. 

“Y-you’re one to talk, you think lounging around manspreading with fucking unbuttoned shirts and folded sleeves isn’t a tease?” 

“Oh? Innocent princess has had some dirty thoughts?” 

“Like you haven’t? I know the way you tense whenever I touch your chest or say your titles, don’t think I don’t notice- ah, fuck! Taehyung.” You moaned, feeling the pads of his fingers press into your clit harder with his other finding your nipple. 

“And yet you’re the one moaning out my name, so who’s the dirtier one?” His tone was lustful and teasing against your ear, had you reeling in his hold the faster he moved.  

“I thought you were the dirty one who said you’d fuck me till I feel you in my throat? Where’s that attitude now, cuddler boy?” You were quick to quip back at him but it only spelled your doom, his next words dangerous and coated with salacity. 

“You don’t get it, Princess. I’m big, you won’t walk the next day.” Taehyung’s hand then suddenly hiked up your skirt, shoving past the waistband of your pantyhose and pressing the pads of his fingers to your wet underwear, staining them with your slick delectably. 

You reeled at the touch, almost bent all the way over as Taehyung continued his merciless ministrations, the thoughts of his hands finally meeting your bare pussy and possibly his cock in you making you gush. 

“M-maybe that’s what I want.” You quivered out, gripping Taehyung’s wrist that was working your aching, clothed pussy. 

Taehyung puffed air through his nose, entertained. “My princess is dirty, isn’t she? What does she think about in that pretty little head of hers?” He asked amused, suddenly teasing your hole and it had your walls clenching around absolutely nothing, thinking about his fingers. 

“N-nothing.” You lied, not wanting to so easily give in as his sub, but it was so fucking hard when he was grazing your clit and fondling your sensitive nipples. 

“I don’t think you’re that innocent, princess. Tell me, tell me what you think about.” Taehyung was coaxing out your answers seductively as his lips finally met your neck, kissing and sucking the searing skin so sensually you were buzzing with pleasure. 

“I-I think about your hands.” You croaked out. 

Taehyung quirked his eyebrows amusedly. “Oh really, now? You think about my hands doing this?” Taehyung quickly slipped his hand inside your panties, the warm touch against your bare skin already so arousing until he slid them down to your bare pussy. You gushed a waterfall at the touch of his fingers, gasping out and hooking onto his arm desperately.  

“Fuck, Taehyung.” You moaned. 

“Where do you think about them? Here?” Taehyung glided over your throbbing clit and you practically twitched in his hold, him enjoying every last bit of the pretty sounds escaping your mouth.

“What about here?” His fingers swiped deeply into your soaked folds, your slick making it so easy for him to rub up and down your pussy like it was a game. 

“Tae, fuck!” You dug your nails into his arm, relishing in the heavenly feeling of his hands in the places you’ve always thought of. 

“God, you’re so fucking wet.” Taehyung praised, groaning pleasurably at how much slick you were producing. “Maybe you could take me, but I need to stretch you out, baby, you’re too small.” 

“Then do it, Taehyung. Fucking all bark but no bite.” You moaned out sexually frustrated, not knowing you hit a nerve in Taehyung’s pride and he plunged two greedy fingers into your pulsing center to shut you up.  

You sighed out a euphoric moan, leaning your head back against Taehyung’s chest, your world spinning. His fingers began pumping you deliciously, Taehyung groaning from the back of his throat against your neck at how warm and wet you were inside, how fucking tight. 

Taehyung quickly worked his other hand to free your breast from the confines of your dress, exposing it and you keened again feeling Taehyung’s fingertips play with your exposed, hard nipple.  

You felt yourself becoming submissive way too easily, moaning as you jut your hand behind and grabbed Taehyung’s semi-hard cock through his slacks. 

He practically keened over, strangling a groan so beautiful you’ve never once wanted to ruin a man more. You began palming him graciously, sighing out gratified moans as they mixed with Taehyung’s throaty sounds. 

He grew utterly punishing and thrusted his fingers deeper inside you for revenge, you squirming underneath him and it fired Taehyung up. 

“You know, I never knew you were hiding a body like this underneath your clothes.” His voice grew dark, dangerous as his hands were only increasing in speed and technique, your pussy growing wetter by the second. “So fucking sexy.” 

“Then why don’t you take off my clothes right now, sailor?” You challenged him, grasping his growing dick at the tip and Taehyung groaned in amused satisfaction. 

He ripped his hands away from you, you whining at the loss until he spun you around and crashed his lips against yours, kissing fervently as he grabbed for the back of your thighs. You kissed him back equally hard, jumping into his hold and letting him carry you to the island. 

He seated you on the edge, your legs spread out with Taehyung in between as your arms remained laced around his neck, his hands finding your sides. He was feeling you up hungrily as you both messily made out, your hands tangling in his hair. 

He moved to unbutton the front of your dress that kept your top half contained, popping it open to slide the useless dress off your shoulders. Your entire upper body was then bared to Taehyung, him disconnecting from your mouth in a haze to soak you in. You felt slightly self-conscious, arms wrapping around to conceal yourself on instinct until Taehyung stopped you. 

“Don’t hide from me, you’re gorgeous.” Taehyung looked into your eyes genuinely, like he entirely meant to adore you, and it only made you think back to when you didn’t know if he could be the loving partner you needed. 

But when Taehyung was looking at you like this, like there was nothing but unadulterated adoration in his coffee irises, your heart was leaping hurdles thinking he’s exactly what you’ve always needed. 

You smiled before pressing a chaste kiss to his plushy lips, Taehyung then drawing himself to your chest and trailing hot kisses down the valley of your breasts. 

You shuddered feeling his mouth near your nipples and Taehyung instantly discovered a weakness. He smiled against your searing skin, bringing his tongue to swipe across your perched nipple and you moaned loudly. Your chest arched dangerously when his fingers hooked onto your pantyhose and underwear, roughly pulling them down and past your plump ass. 

You gasped out in relief feeling the cool surface of the counter against you, pure pleasure raking your insides as you relished in the feeling of Taehyung’s mouth beginning to suck and lick at your perched nubs. 

You suddenly became aware of Taehyung’s very dressed figure, whining at the fact he was wearing clothes. 

“Taehyung.. your shirt.” You started pulling at the fabric, Taehyung never letting his mouth leave your breast as he quickly undid his buttons and ripped his shirt off himself. 

He discarded it and returned his hands to your body, only this time he harshly removed your bottoms from your thighs, tugging them down as you helped him. 

He shred off the offensive items entirely and threw them somewhere on the floor. You hissed at the feeling of your soaked pussy exposed to cold air, gripping onto Taehyung’s shoulders to manage the chill on your intimate parts. 

Taehyung then popped off your nipple and sucked at your skin as he laid you back onto the counter by his weight. As he leaned over your groaning figure, he kissed your stomach, your dress pooled at your abdomen. You moaned out in pure euphoria feeling his pillowy lips all over your skin, back arching off the cold surface of the marble counter. 

With your skirt being propped off your center, your core was bared to Taehyung, his fingers returning to rub sickeningly against your core and his other holding your legs open. 

“You’re fucking dripping, princess. I just know you taste as sweet as you sound.” Taehyung hummed against your hot skin, and you were affected by his words for a mere second before your hazy mind considered what he was going to do. 

As Taehyung’s hands hooked underneath your thighs and his mouth neared your pulsing core, your hands came out to immediately stop him, exclaiming. “Wait! You don’t have to do that, I-I’m supposed to do it first, aren’t I?” 

Taehyung quirked his eyebrows in confusion. “No? I want to eat you out, so I’m going to eat you out.” He declared drawing his mouth back to your core, until you halted his actions once again. 

“Look! You don’t have to force yourself or something, you really don’t have to.” Old thoughts and habits from spending nights with Kiseok came flooding into your mind, your needs seldom a priority and his usually the only meant to be satisfied. 

“Why are you- have you not been eaten out before?” Taehyung asked, his tone concerned. 

“Not-not really? I don’t know, I-I’m just not used to it. I was usually the one giving than receiving.” You admitted completely embarrassed, hands covering your hot face. It felt so entirely humiliating to admit something like this, squeezing your thighs shut to shrink into some sort of hole so Taehyung didn’t have to see you. 

Though his hands on your thighs pushing them back open reminded you he was indeed here, his words angry when he spoke. “You’re fucking telling me that asshole only ever- are you kidding me?”

“Does it look like I’m joking?!” 

“No, I just- that’s not fair, princess, that’s not fair at all.” Taehyung was storming holding you open, reminded all the same about why he’s only ever wanted to give you everything in the world. He couldn’t believe you were deprived of feeling like a princess, making him far more than determined to provide you with what you deserve. 

And determined he’d probably kill your jackass of an ex if he ever saw him. 

He scoffed humourlessly against your core, you shuddering at the feeling. “You deserve more than a universe.” Taehyung said to himself as he brought himself to kiss around your gushing folds, you squirming at just the feeling. 

“Taehyung! You don’t-” 

“It’s okay, Jagiya. I want to.” Taehyung began soothing your thighs with the pads of his thumbs. He held his mouth just before your entrance, his hot breath making you tense and nearly squeal, Taehyung muttering pacifyingly between your legs. 

“Shh, princess. Let me take care of you, relax for me.” You followed his word by taking a breath, Taehyung’s wet tongue meeting your palpitating folds when you exhaled. He licked a slow, thick stripe up your quivering cunt, gathering your slick on his tongue and you bit back an inhuman gasp. 

You nearly lurched off the counter, Taehyung’s satisfying tongue now masterfully licking into your folds as he kept you from shutting your thighs around him. He only spread you out further, delving his tongue deeper into your aching pussy and it was hilarious how easily you felt your insides coiling. 

This felt euphoric, otherworldly as Taehyung began licking you harder, swiveling his tongue in between your slit and flattening on your folds repeatedly. The technique of his tongue morphed into merciless kitten licks against your throbbing clit that were driving you insane, clearing teasing you and you moaned too loudly.

You slapped your hand over your mouth to not embarrass yourself, getting way too high off simply his tongue until Taehyung reprimanded you. 

“Don’t be quiet, Y/N. let me hear you.” Taehyung spoke against your core glanced up at you through his mussed fringe, his eyes entrancing as you looked down at him. “I wanna hear you say my name.” 

“T-Taehyung..” You moaned out making eye contact with him, his work on your pussy already edging you to places you never thought possible, his intoxicating eyes leaving you weak. 

“Mm?” He hummed against your folds, the vibration so heavenly you moaned out even louder and threw your head back, hands entangling in Taehyung’s hair messily.

“Taehyung.. don’t fucking stop.” You groaned, now chasing your high as you moved against Taehyung’s merciless mouth, and felt him smile against you. 

He then latched onto your clit so powerfully you tugged at his tresses, Taehyung groaning out satisfied as he suckled at your swollen bud. It was formidable, sickening the way he dared to look up at you with carnal eyes that had you submitting far more easily than you liked. 

But it didn’t matter when Taehyung was constantly sucking on your clit, laving at your pussy so passionately it’s like he was now trying to prove a point, trying to drive you insane. He suddenly shoved his long fingers into your weeping hole and you just about cried out, the sensation of him softly finger-fucking you as your walls soaked him in avariciously utterly divine. 

His movements became blissful and you weakened the more he sped up, licking and pumping you over and over and over again until your insides coiled so tightly, you moaned out an orgasm never felt before. 

You came hard, Taehyung’s name at the end of every sound and your body convulsed at the feeling, walls pulsing, pleasure overwhelming your every nerve. Taehyung tasted you through your orgasm, not letting up his tongue until he felt your breaths settle, kissing your near battered center delicately before you pushed at him from oversensitivity. 

He disconnected and straightened himself up, viewing your smaller figure laid out breathless and flushed underneath him. He watched your chest rise and fall rhythmically as you came down from your high, arm thrown over your hooded eyes. 

And Taehyung’s never seen anything so beautiful. 

He relished in your fucked out state, his dominant side momentarily thrilled as he smiled to himself. He leaned over your panting body, pressing his wet lips to yours. Your arm retracted from your face and welcomed his mouth, kissing him as you tasted yourself on his lips and became horney thinking he was stuffed between your legs seconds ago. 

The sight of your slick glistening around his lips when he detached his mouth made you adore him whole-heartedly. Your hands splayed across his cheeks, thumbs soothing his skin as you admired how much he just gave you in a matter of 20 minutes, far more than you’ve ever received in your entire lifetime. 

The sentiment nearly caught the back of your throat, eyes watering gazing at him, his eyes swimming with warmth. You threw your emotional thoughts away as you simply brought his lips to yours for another passionate kiss, melting into each other. 

He was smoothing over your sides again when your phone suddenly rang next you, startling you both out of the kiss. Your mutually surprised eyes elicited chuckles from the pair of you as you reached over for your buzzing device, viewing the contact name. 

Mother.

“What the fuck?” Your eyebrows knitted together, Taehyung’s lips contorting in question above you. 

“Who is it?” 

“My mother, I should probably answer.” Taehyung was shocked as he lifted himself off you, you rising into a seated position. 

You shuffled to the edge of the counter with an arm over your naked breasts, Taehyung lifting you off the counter and helping you down onto your feet. You nearly stumbled at the jelly-like feeling in your legs until Taehyung caught you from behind, snickering through his nose at what he did to you. 

You playfully narrowed your eyes at him as you clicked the green button on your screen. “Hello?” 

“Ah, Y/N, took you long enough to answer.” 

You rolled your eyes, “You never call, Mother. I was contemplating what person had a gun to your head that would have you calling me.” You quipped, Taehyung snorting as he abandoned you to instead slide the remainder of your dress down your body, leaving you completely naked as you stepped out of it confused. You stood exposed and cold for a second until he nabbed his shirt from the ground, draping it on your shoulders. 

“Very funny. Y/N, but there’s no gun. I’m calling for something important.” You looped your arm into one of his long sleeves, struggling for the other until Taehyung helped it on, turning around to flash him a grateful smile. 

“And what would that be? Your long overdue apology for the last time you saw me?” You spoke harshly, annoyed your mother completely ruined your fun with Taehyung. You pressed the phone to your ear by your shoulder as you buttoned Taehyung’s oversized shirt, turning towards him to mouth ‘can you get me some pants?’ 

He nodded and went off on his way, watching him disappear up onto the second floor as you returned to your suffocating mother. 

“Well, this is far from an apology, Y/N, more like your much needed discipline.” 

“As if that’ll work on me, I don’t even regard you as my mother.” You argued, arms folded as you drowned in Taehyung’s shirt. “What is it?” 

“You should watch your mouth, Y/N, what goes around comes around.” Your mother warned from her end, your attention stolen by Taehyung jogging down the stairs with a pair of your black sweatpants and still attractively shirtless. 

He thought about getting you pants but not a shirt for himself? 

Cute. 

He handed them to you as he drew near and you retrieved the item, pressing a gratified kiss to his chest as he smiled. 

“Says you, mother. You of all people should not be saying that.” You chastised her, hopping into your sweatpants haphazardly. They eventually hung at your hips and you smoothed Taehyung’s shirt over yourself, his arms enveloping you from behind into a snug back hug. 

You filled with butterflies in seconds draping a hand over one of his, not really minding your over-bearing, repulsive mother speaking on the other line. “But at this moment, I think it applies to you more.” 

You quirked your eyebrows, feeling Taehyung’s lips trail senseless kisses down your neck, his hands smoothing your stomach underneath his shirt. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean call your office, Y/N. Taking a day off didn’t do you well.” You instantly became alarmed knowing your mother, expression contorted in bewilderment as you abruptly ended the call with her, dialing someone’s extension at work. 

“Hello? Yeji? Is everything okay at the office? I’m sorry I wasn’t in today and I was just curious-” 

“Y/N!  Oh my God, I was just going to call you, everything’s fucked up.” Your co-worker complained into the phone, clearly shuffling around on their end and it sounded like chaos. 

“What the fuck happened?” 

“I don’t know Y/N, I don’t know but all I know is that we lost the deal.” 

“We what?!” You nearly screeched, catching Taehyung’s attention and he looked at you concerned. 

“We fucking lost the deal. Yun & Ryu called today and said they’re not interested in us for the project anymore, they’re choosing someone else.” 

You were exasperated, Taehyung becoming alarmed by what little he could hear through the receiver, even more at your rising anxiety. “Who the fuck are they choosing instead? We were their pick.” 

“Fucking Min Inc., Y/N! Your dad’s company!” 

And that’s when everything clicked, when you felt like air was sucked out of your lungs, mind collapsing into a million pieces. 

You instantly understood your mother crafted this behind your father’s back, knowing he’s currently abroad and away from headquarters. He’d always been adamant about never intruding on projects you were already pitching for, positive your mother must’ve appealed to whomever else was working this project at your father’s company. She must’ve also influenced or colluded with Yun & Ryu to choose their pitch over your impeccable one, irritating your soul. 

It made you even angrier considering your mother was always notorious for having built connections far and wide in the architecture world, her only real, favourable trait as a businessman’s wife. 

“Fuck.” You swore into the phone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Okay, tell everyone to stay there, I’m coming right now.” You hung up the phone quickly, running a frustrated hand through your hair as you felt like crying, screaming, just something to get rid of the anger inside you. 

You forgot Taehyung had been holding you this entire time while your blood boiled, his concerned voice sounding out when you removed yourself from his arms. “Y/N, where are you going?” 

“To work, I-I have to go. My mother.. she-” You clutched your fists as you aimlessly paced around, trying to maintain your indignation. 

“What? You have to go? What happened?” 

“That deal, Taehyung! That fucking deal I told you about, she stole it from me. She stole it and I have to get it back, I have to go.” You instantly snatched up your purse and started making it towards the door without a cohesive thought, Taehyung hot on your trail. 

“Princess, wait. I’ll take you, let me put on a shirt and I’ll drive you.” Taehyung offered, but you had no time. 

“No, Tae, it’s okay. I’ll drive myself, you stay home.” You said speedily as you struggled a pair of shoes onto your feet. 

“Just let me drive you, Y/N. I don’t want you going alone like this, and the sun’s already set.” He sounded worried, trying to reach you.  

“It doesn’t matter! I have to go, you don’t need to go that far for me, Taehyung.” You argued, frustrated as your purse kept slipping down your arm. 

“Y/N, just let me help you-”

“Please, Taehyung, please! I just-I need to go, I can handle this myself, okay?” You felt tears prick at your eyes, utterly tired and brimming with so much anger at your mother’s stupid pettiness it was too overwhelming. 

“My mother made this fucking mess because of me, alright? I’m the only one to blame, only I can be blamed. It’s all my fault, and I have to fix it, I have to..” Your voice trailed the more emotional you grew, vision clouding with tears as Taehyung came rushing to you, palms finding your shoulders.

“Hey, hey, Y/N, breathe, okay? You’re fine, it’s going to be fine.” Taehyung tried calming you down, pulling you to his chest for an embrace.  

You took his word and breathed, breathed as much as you could as you felt your emotions simmering down a little, nuzzled into his bare chest. You took one last shaky breath as Taehyung put space between you two, talking to you carefully. 

“Be careful when you’re driving, okay? I remember reading some snow in the forecast tonight.” Taehyung relayed as you stood rubbing at your eyes, trying to clear the tears that managed to escape. Taehyung reached for one of his coats hanging on a hook in the foyer, rounding it about your sullen figure and engulfing you in his coat. 

“It’s cold, and my coat’s warmer. If at any point you feel like you can’t drive, stop by a curbside with a lot of people and call me, okay? I’ll answer right away.” Taehyung assured you like a parent speaking to a child, holding the coat snug around you as your arms barely filled in the sleeves. “I’ll wait for you at home.” 

You nodded to him, snatching your keys from the tray and clutching them in your hand, taking another deep breath. You felt clearer now, determined to clean this mess up rather than dwell on your witch of a mother. 

“I’ll go now.” You said, stuffing your phone into Taehyung’s jacket pocket as he regarded you with anxious eyes, though didn’t let it compromise his dulcet voice. 

“Okay, be safe.” He responded uneasy, biting his lip. You followed the action and pressed a peck to his lips before you gave him a small, understanding smile, turning around as he let you go. You then exited through the door quickly, leaving Taehyung behind all alone. 

And when the house fell eerily silent, he couldn’t help but feel an ache in his chest thinking your smile didn’t meet your eyes. 

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[solarwonux]

89.  “Just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll go down on you all night.”

93.  “Fuck…did we use protection?”

twitch streamer!wonwoo x f!reader

w.c: 3.9k (honestly I think I forgot what drabbles were clearly lol)

warnings: some angst, smut, mutual masturbation, some slight panty stuffing, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, pregnancy scare, talks about plan b

note: excuse me everyone I literally love gamer and twitch streamer Wonwoo, but not everyone does. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one if you want more twitch!streamer wonwoo let me I will be happy to oblige, I have MANY ideas. Enjoy and please let me know your thoughts. 

p.s send me a prompt for either svt or bts or both. I will also happily oblige to that lol

Masterlist || Drabble game 

Watching Wonwoo play Zelda was not what you had expected when he had texted earlier asking you to come over. “Just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll go down on you all night.” He whispered against your lips in a half kiss when you walked in through his front door.

That had been over an hour and three completed levels ago. It was an empty promise long forgotten as he kept himself immersed in the game, talking enthusiastically about his day and random things his brain would conjure up on the spot. It was like you didn’t exist, and for the most part to his viewers, you didn’t. It wasn’t like you were his girlfriend or anything. Even if you were, you valued your privacy more than anything in the world. You preferred to work on your own things in the background away from his camera whenever you were over. This was something the two of you had mutually agreed to. 

Casual hangs and casual sex.

Lately, your relationship had become the product of most of your stress. You never knew where you stood with Wonwoo. Sometimes he would literally invite you over to keep him company while he streamed only to kick you out the second he finished. “I’m too tired, you should go.” He would say pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “I’ll see you later.” 

Of course, those moments were overshadowed by the soft touches he left imprinted on your skin. By the sweetness of the words he shared with you and only you whenever he wasn’t working. It made you want more. More of him, more of his attention, and more of whatever was going on between the two of you. But that was something you refused to bring up afraid that the only one harboring feelings for the other was you. 

Heartbreak was not in your plans for life, at least not for a while. 

You sighed, throwing your phone down onto the couch. Your patience was wearing thin. Maybe it had to do with the fact you were already having a bad day, and Wonwoo’s indifference towards you wasn’t helping. When you had gotten his text earlier, you couldn’t help but feel all giddy inside. The two of you hadn’t seen each other in a few days with work schedules being all over the place and not aligning. It was something to look forward to, not necessarily because of the sex--which was always amazing. But you really just wanted to talk to him. Lay down with his arms wrapped around you while you complained about work and how frustrating your coworkers were being.

By the looks of it, you weren’t going to get any of that, not even what he had promised when you had first walked in. You were tired, your clothes were starting to annoy and you wanted to cry. If it wasn’t for the fact that his front door was in line with his camera, you would’ve left already.

Wonwoo could sense something was wrong with you. Every time you sighed it felt like you were punching him in the gut. He really meant what he had said when you walked in earlier. He also meant the quiet I love you he mumbled underneath his breath when you walked past him and into the living room. He wasn’t sure when he had fallen in love with you, just that months ago he had woken up and you were the only thing he could think of. Every time he held you in his arms the three little words bubbled up in the back of his throat, wishing he could bring himself to finally say it, but his fear held him back. Afraid that you didn’t feel the same way.

“Alright, you know what I think that’s enough for tonight.” Wonwoo smiled into the camera, trying to keep up with the chat as they begged him not to go yet. “I have to go, my girlfriend is over and I want to spend time with her. Anyway, same time next week Monday guys.” Wonwoo nodded, stopping the stream. Once he was positive that he had turned everything off he felt his shoulders relax and leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes for a second before opening them again, the panic surging through his veins was unbearable. He turned around in his chair meeting your equally shocked face.

He royally fucked up. He just confessed to his audience without meaning to confess. He had told his audience that you were his girlfriend and he hadn’t even asked you yet. The surprise and speech he had worked on all week, the reason he took a break from streaming until tonight, was for nothing. He had gotten ahead of himself and he didn’t know what to do now. Or how to fix it.

“G-Girlfriend? Wait you have a fucking girlfriend?” You stood up from his couch, blinded by anger. “What the fuck Wonwoo, when were you going to tell me? Before or after you fucked me?” You shouted, your heart was beating fast as you turned around to gather up your stuff.

Unbelievable. Here you were distracted, thinking about how cute he looked while he blamed his failure on his character. The pout that had formed on his lips as he pushed his glasses up his nose and blew out a raspberry, moving aside the strands of his newly dyed blonde hair. The frustration you had felt earlier, forgotten, replaced with admiration. Only for it to come back after what he had said, this time fiery red and ready to burn everything it touched.

“Stop, no wait, I don’t have a girlfriend. At least not yet.” He spoke fast, his words blending with one another as he quickly made his way to you. He grabbed hold of your laptop and held it against his chest.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better, did you just call me down to ignore me and then fuck me one last time before you called it quits!” You said in disbelief reaching over for your laptop.

Wonwoo turned around facing away from you. “No that’s not...that’s not what...fuck, calm down please and just let me talk.” He pleaded as he sat down on his couch, your laptop still clutched tightly in his arms. It was your prized possession, it held the first three drafts of the novel you were working on. He knew you well enough to know that you hadn’t backed anything up no matter how many times he told you to do so. So, he was positive that as long as he held onto it like his life depended on it (because it did) you wouldn’t leave without it.

You crossed your arms in front of you ”I am calm, but I don’t know if I want to listen to what you have to say.”

Wonwoo cringed, he was more nervous than what he had intended to be. He had an entire speech planned. Wrote it down, even got Jihoon to proofread it. He had performed it in front of his bathroom mirror every morning and night. He thought he had it in the bag, pumped up his chest a few times before opening his front door to you earlier. Yet, the second he saw you, he forgot everything he had planned to say. This is mainly why he had spent such a long time streaming. Hoping that the distraction would somehow help him remember.

It didn’t.

“Wonwoo, I swear if you don’t start talking in the next five seconds I’m leaving and suing you for holding my laptop hostage.”

Wonwoo sighed and slapped his forehead lightly before turning to look at you, “okay, I don’t think that’s allowed bu-”

“It is if I say that you stole it trying to steal my work, I don’t know I’ll find a way.” You shrugged, earning a glare from Wonwoo. You knew he hated whenever someone interrupted him while he was in the middle of saying something. It was something you would do to him out of spite, but in your humble opinion this time he really did deserve it. Though, it didn’t make you feel as good as you had hoped, “fine sorry, you can continue.” You sighed and sat down on his coffee table.

Wonwoo put your laptop down and leaned over his elbows taking your hands in his. “I love you and I want you to be my girlfriend. I know we agreed to just keep this casual but I can’t help the way my heart literally feels like it’s going to fall out of my ass whenever I’m with you. So yeah, I don’t have a girlfriend yet, because I haven’t asked you to be my girlfriend yet. But there’s no one else, only you, and I’m so-”

Wonwoo was cut off when he felt your body land on his, knocking the air out of his lungs. You hugged him, straddling his hips and burying your face into his chest, giggling. It felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders and you felt awful for assuming the worst and jumping to conclusions.

“Ask me ask me ask me ask me.” You bounced on his lap like a child. He groaned doubling over in pain.

He placed his hands on your hips to keep you from moving, “No now I know you’re actually trying to kill me.” He smirked and left a sweet kiss against your lips. A low chuckle running past his lips as he took in your pouting face, “fine, my love, my baby will you please be my girlfriend?” He cocked his head, his hands playing with the hem of your t-shirt.

“Yes, but only if you give me my laptop back and keep the promise you made me earlier.” You smiled innocently, playing with the hair on the back of his neck.

Wonwoo smirked, his hands made their way underneath your shirt. “No to the laptop, you work too much and I’m determined to back up everything on a hard drive later.” He rubbed his thumbs over the skin of your hips, slowly inching closer to the button of your jeans, “not sure I remember the promise I made earlier though, can you remind me?”

You kissed him slowly, tugging on his shirt, “you said you would finish a level before going down on me all night, and it’s four and a half levels later and I’m still waiting.” You whispered against his lips, before pulling away and bringing his shirt over his head, taking it off, throwing it behind him, aiming for the laundry basket, missing it completely, making you sigh. 

“Well you didn’t give me enough time to answer, but that can be arranged.” He pecked your lips, pushing your shirt up and over your head, throwing it behind him. “You’d have to step into my office though.” 

“Wonwoo, baby, don’t ever call your room your office.” You rolled your eyes and got up from his lap. 

He chuckled, shaking his head and stood up, “oh no that’s not what I meant, room comes later. Tonight we start in my office.” He says cheekily, pointing his thumb towards his gaming setup. Your eyes grew wide as saucers, only making him laugh harder while he pushed you towards his gaming chair. 

“Wait, you’re like not going to turn the camera on are you?” You said as he pushed you down to sit in which you obeyed. The colorful lights from his gaming setup kept you distracted as Wonwoo got down on his knees in front of you. 

“Nope, I’ve just always wanted to eat you out while you sat on my gaming chair. But maybe one day in the future if you want. You can take over my stream and play animal crossing while I secretly eat you out on camera.” He smirked, the evil glint behind his soft eyes sent shivers down your spine. The little exibitionist in him coming out. You’d be lying if you didn’t find the thought of it exciting. 

“One day.” You breathed, lifting your hips, helping him as he pulled down your pants. 

Wonwoo sent you a wink pushing your thighs apart with his hands, “We can also play overwatch together. That cute little vibrator you keep hidden in your bedside drawer, stuffed inside your pussy.” He placed his index finger over the wet patch that had formed over your panties, pushing in slightly. “And everytime you die I up the speed, see how long you can last before you have me begging to turn off the stream so you can cum.” Wonwoo kept pushing his finger in you, your panties sticking onto you like second skin. 

You threw your head back, digging your nails into the arms of his leather chair. “F-Fuck how long h-have you thought about this?” You lifted your hips as he added another finger. 

“Right now, or maybe a few times when you’re not around.” He leaned down kissing your mound lightly, “but seeing you like this, sprawled out, wet and waiting for my mouth is reinforcing those fantasies.” He worked his fingers diligently, pushing the thin material of your panties inside of you. He couldn’t wait to stuff you full with his cock later. 

You let out a whimper as his mouth traveled down to your clothed entrance. He removed his fingers licking up a stride, before taking one of your lips into his mouth and biting down on it gently. “W-Wonwoo please I want to feel your mouth.” 

“You are, aren’t you?.” He looked, staring at you through the rim of his round glasses before repeating his actions again making you whimper. “Take your bra off, play with yourself for me.” He left a chaste kiss in your inner thigh and sat back on his heels. He palmed himself over his black tracksuit pants as he watched you slowly unclasp your bra, letting the straps slide down your arms. You were teasing him, he knew this but he didn’t care. Seeing you get undressed for him was one of his favorite past times, especially because you always went extra slow for him. 

You threw your bra, not caring where it landed. You rolled your palms over your nipples, soft sighs running past your lips as you kept your eyes trained on Wonwoo. “Want to feel your hot tongue fucking me Woo.” You spread your legs even further pinching your nipples. You moved your hand down your body, your index finger playing with the seam of your panties. “Is this one of your fantasies? Me touching myself, sitting here?” You said, tilting your head to the side, moving your hand into your panties and running your index and middle fingers over your clit slowly.

“Yes.” He hissed, pushing his hand into his boxers grabbing onto his cock. “God, you make me so hard.” 

“Let me see please.” You arched your back, your fingers getting faster. Wonwoo nodded, wasting no time to free himself, his hand wrapped tightly around his length. His index finger connects with the small bead of precum that had formed, showing you how sticky and ready he was for you. 

“Want to taste?” You nodded letting out soft moans as you lifted your hips, into the palm of your hand, sticking your tongue out for him. “Fuck.” He cursed getting up on his knees, bringing his index finger up to your mouth. You closed your lips around it, swirling your tongue over the tip, savoring the salty substance. 

You pulled away with a pop, taking your fingers out of your panties and bringing them up to his lips. He took them in, moaning around them. “Do I taste good?” You said taking out your fingers from his mouth, moving them over his lips, wetting them further. 

“I’m going to have to take a closer look.” He said lowly, pushing your panties down in a haste. He spread your legs, licking up your slit, teasing your hole with his tongue. Being in between your legs was his second most favorite pastime. He savored every moment of it. Sometimes he would prolong your orgasm, keeping you on edge, so that when you came, your sweet substance would coat his lips, spilling down his chin and neck. It was the most beautiful site, one that only he had the privilege in witnessing. 

“Mmm, your tongue feels so good Wonwoo.” You pinched your nipple while tugging on the roots of his blonde hair, pushing his mouth closer. 

He moaned, slurping up your juices like you were his last meal. He wrapped his mouth around your clit, pulling it between his teeth before letting it go. “I want to be here forever but I don’t think I can last any longer without being inside of you.” He pushed two of his fingers inside of you. The feeling of your wet walls wrapped around his thick calloused fingers made his cock twitch. 

“B-But I-I want to cum.” You pouted, arching your back away from his chair, pushing your hips further into his hand. “Please, I’m so close already.” You pant, the knot in the pit of your stomach threatening to break. 

“Oh honey, you will. I’ll have you coming undone more than three times tonight.” He stated with determination and brought his mouth down again, closing his lips around your clit. He sucked harshly moaning sinfully. He fucked you faster with his fingers curling them upwards, reaching the soft mushy skin inside of you. 

“W-Wonwoo f-fuck don’t stop I-I’m so close.” 

Wonwoo let go of your swollen bud, slowing down his fingers as you clenched around them. “Look at me, I want to watch me while you cum.” You agreed with a pleasure filled sigh, watching as he pushed back his glasses. The sight almost had you coming undone. 

He put his mouth on you again, increasing the pace of his fingers. Babbles coming out of your mouth as you pulled on his hair, motivating him to go faster. The squelching sounds coming from your wet, hot pussy sounded like music to his ears. He bit down on your clit lightly, sending you over the edge, your cum coating his fingers, while you moaned his name in a sweet sinful prayer. His eyes burning holes into yours, the sight was award winning, his cock begging to be milked out. 

Wonwoo continued, riding out your orgasm. Until you felt the oversensitivity overcome your body “W-Woo, s-stop please.” You pushed his head carefully with the palm of your hand. 

He kissed the inside of both of your thighs before sitting up on his knees, taking your face into his hands. “You always look so pretty when you cum.” He pecked your lips repeatedly, before wrapping your arms around you hugging you tightly. “I love you so much.” He kissed your temple. 

“Why do you always get so mushy every time you make me cum?” You laughed gently, running your fingers down his back, making him shiver.

“You bring out in me, I can’t help it, stop complaining. I’m giving you time to recover before I bend you over my desk.” 

“Not complaining. I love it.” You kissed his cheek. “And I love you.” You whispered in his ear, taking his earlobe, pulling it between your teeth.. He groaned, swallowing hard, his getting tighter around you.

“My desk, then my couch, then my bed, then the shower, and then my bed again.” 

The sun had started to rise. It was five in the morning and your body was suddenly overcome with sleep, when Wonwoo pulled out of you one last time. He had kept true to his promise, literally fucked you the entire night, christening his apartment, except his kitchen. “If we have sex in the kitchen, the only thing I’ll be thinking about while I’m cooking is your mouth around my dick.” He said as he pushed you into the wide window of his living room, making you laugh. 

“Do you have to work today?” He placed a delicate kiss against your collar bone, laying his head on top of your chest. 

“It’s Saturday, why would I have work on Saturday?” You smiled sleepily, running your fingers through his hair. He sighed happily, pulling his sheets over the two of you and cuddling into you further. 

“You’re always working, I just wanted to ask.” He shrugged, raising his body enough to leave a chaste kiss against your lips. “Take a break today and I promise that by the time you wake up again I’ll have all of your files backed up into the harddrive I bought you.” 

You shook your head, placing both of your palms against his cheeks, squishing them. “Do you know how sexy you sound when you talk about computers.” 

“Nope, but you once told me to divide you in half when I was explaining finances to you. Now that I think about it, that statement can go both ways.” He smiled laying down on his back, bringing you along with him. Your eyes growing wide when you felt it running down your thighs. You sat up in panic, removing the sheets of your body to see if your silent hypothesis was correct.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, confused.

“Wonwoo, fuck...did we use protection?” 

Wonwoo pushed the covers away with his feet, sitting up quickly. He looked between your legs, his eyebrows furrowing in concern, “You’re on the pill still right?” 

“We changed my formula, I had to stop taking it for a few days.” You threw yourself down on his bed covering your eyes with your hands. The tears pooling against your eyes. You felt the bed dip next to you. Wonwoo took your hands in his, revealing your tearful eyes to him making him sigh. 

“Baby, don’t worry.” He kissed your cheeks repeatedly before sitting up again, “I’ll run down to the convenience store, get a plan b while you go take a bath. I’ll join you when I get back.” 

“W-What’s happens if I take the plan b and still miraculously end up pregnant, it’s only ninety five percent effective.” 

“Then I’ll be with you every step of the way. I meant what I said earlier, I love you so much and I plan to marry you and have kids with you one day. Don’t worry.” 

Your heart felt full. The butterflies erupting in the pit of your stomach. Wonwoo and you had shared many intimate dreams and desires before, but this one felt different. This was a dream the two of you shared and it made you feel at ease. “Okay, okay I will, just hurry up please.” 

Wonwoo scoffed, getting up from his bed, slipping on his sweatpants and sweatshirt. “Baby please don’t underestimate me. I’ll be back before you know it.” He leaned down giving you one last kiss before jogging over to his front door. “I love you.” He shouted, opening the door. 

You laughed sitting up on your elbows shaking your head, “I love you, now hurry I can feel your child cooking in me.” 

“Impossible, it takes roughly twenty four hours for my sperm to fertilize one of your eggs, and it’s literally been thirty minutes. Therefore you wou--”

“Wonwoo shut up just hurry.” 

“Okay I love you.” He said while closing his front door. You laughed shaking your head falling back on his bed. Your entire body was aching and though you were a little scared, given obvious circumstances. You had never felt so much warmth and happiness in your life. 

[ghostbustermelanieking]

jonmartin for 13? :)

i have absolutely no restraint and cannot write anything short im so sorry. this is a mag 102 au where martin finds out jon was kidnapped sooner. warning for discussion of this kidnapping as depicted in the episode, and the aftermath of recovering from this. also here on ao3.

13. things you said at the kitchen table

In the end, it's Melanie who tells Martin Jon's been kidnapped. Catches him in the break room, irritated and banging around the mugs, and she drops it into a sentence like it's something casual to be communicated. Oh yeah, Jon's back. Guess he's been kidnapped or something, and something sharp presses into Martin's chest, something like urgency. He's pushed his way out of his chair and halfway towards the door in a blind sort of franticness before Melanie catches him by the arm. "He's fine, you know," she says. "He looks… I mean, he doesn't look good, but he…"

"A month, " says Martin, feeling sick. "A month, he's been gone, and we… we didn't…"

"We didn't know, " Melanie says annoyedly, but there's a tiny pinprick of guilt in her voice, too. "He… he wasn't here before. You know that."

Right, Martin thinks, because you're probably the person he talked to most before he disappeared, and then he immediately feels guilty. Jon's been kidnapped, and he's… he's just… "Where is he?" he says, softer this time. (The bite's still in his voice, a little bit. He isn't sure who to be furious at, but it's hard not to be under the circumstances.) "Has… has he left?"

"Uh… no, I don't think so," says Melanie. "He… he said he was going to go lie down."

Martin knows, immediately, where he is, and he tries not to wince at it; he remembers sleeping there every night, scared out of his mind on that little cot, he doesn't know how Jon stands it. "I'm going to go check on him," he says. "I… he shouldn't… I'm going to go check."

Melanie lets go of his arm. "I think Elias knew," she says darkly. "Jon said it and he didn't even bat an eye. He knew, and he didn't tell us."

Something twists in Martin, something that he pushes aside—doesn't matter, not yet, all that matters right now is making sure Jon is all right. He nods a little, at Melanie, and then he pushes out of the break room and down towards the office. Tim is out for the day (not surprising), and Basira is reading at her desk; she doesn't look up when Martin comes through. Martin goes to the storage room where the cot is, where he knows it still is, and raps his knuckles quietly on the door frame before opening the door. 

Jon jumps, when Martin enters, in a way that instantly makes Martin shrink back with guilt. He's huddled on the cot, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, and he looks awful. Thinner, hair shaggier than when Martin saw him last. He looks exhausted, leaning towards the wall like he needs it to hold him up, and his arms are wrapped around himself in a protective sort of way. "... Martin?" he says, voice thin, and Martin honestly can't tell if he's happy to see him or not. 

"... Hi," Martin says, honestly not sure what to say. (What do you say in a situation like this?)  He chews at his lower lip, reaching for what to say— Are you all right doesn't seem appropriate, when Jon is so clearly not, but it's what he comes up with, his voice shaking a little when he asks it. 

Jon laughs, bitter, and uncoils his arms from around himself, relaxing a little. "Honestly? Honestly, not really, Martin. I… it's been…" He lifts a hand to press against his forehead; his sleeves fall down and Martin winces, immediately, at the red marks on his wrist, where he must've been restrained. "It's… it's, uh, really good to see you, Martin," he adds, softly. 

Martin presses a hand to his mouth, just for a minute; he's torn, he doesn't want Jon to see him upset, not when he's… "Melanie… told me," he tries. "What you… and I didn't… Jon, I'm so sorry. We had no idea, I… I swear, if we'd known, we would've…" 

Jon sits up a little straighter, something flashing in his eyes. "Hey… hey, no, Martin, it's… i-it wasn't your fault, it's all right, it's… t-there was no way to find me, and I hadn't really been… around before then, and it…" He breaks off his words, clutching a little harder at the blanket. "... Elias didn't deem it worth telling anyone," he adds, with a wry laugh. 

Martin takes a few steps closer, trying his damndest not to fall apart (at the fact that Jon looks like this, that Jon's been gone a month, that Jon is somehow trying to comfort him when he's…). "You aren't… d-did they hurt you?" he asks, uncertain who they even are. 

Jon flinches a little, looks down at his feet. "No, n-not… not really. I… not, um…" He laughs a little again, a hollow sound. "I'm just so tired. "

Martin stops, a few feet away; he thinks about touching Jon, some sign of comfort, a hand on his shoulder or—but no, that wouldn't be—he can't do that, not when Jon's just been kidnapped, it's probably the last thing he wants, to be abruptly touched. He does what he can do, instead; he says, "Jon, d-do you have anywhere… er, there's a… there's a reason you're staying here, isn't there? Wh-what about your friend you were staying with, could you go back there?"

Jon immediately, vehemently shakes his head. "I-I can't go back. Not if, n-not after… th-they came there before, they found me there, and if I go back… I-I told Georgie I'd leave. I can't bring her into this. I can't. If they came back…" 

"Okay," says Martin. "Okay, that's…" He crouches a little, feeling awkward as he does it, but he can't shake this feeling of—of looming over Jon. "Y-you can't stay here, Jon. This cot is horrible, i-it's… it's not a place for recovery, it's…"

"I'm going to find a place," Jon says softly. "I just… I need to sleep. First." 

"You shouldn't stay here, though," says Martin, "not after… you need a bed, a real bed, Jon. I…" He stops, halfway considers for a second. Starts again, because what else is he going to do? "C-come stay with me."

Jon looks up, shocked, but he doesn't immediately protest, so Martin continues: "Sleep on a real bed, recover, j-just until you're… I mean, my bed isn't great, but it's better than a cot, especially after…" He stops. He doesn't know what to say. "Just… you deserve something better than that, right now," he tries. 

Jon shakes his head, just a little. "Martin, I can't. I… i-if they came for me again, then you would…"

"I don't care," Martin says, firmer this time. (If Jon doesn't want to come back with him, fine, but he won't let that be the reason.)

"Martin, i-if anything were to happen, i-if you got caught in the crosshairs, I'd…"

"Really, Jon, I don't care. I'm not going to let them take you again, so you can put that thought out of your mind." Martin adjusts his position—it's uncomfortable, squatting like this, but making sure Jon feels safe is more important. (If it's even helping at all.) "You said you didn't want to put your friend in danger because she's out of this, right? Well—I'm in this. Pretty far into it, at this point, there's no getting out of it. So it doesn't matter. Okay?"

Jon worries at the edge of the blanket with his overlong nails. "... I… wouldn't want to impose…"

"You're not, Jon. I'm offering." Jon's still quiet. Martin shifts back into a standing position, because it really is uncomfortable, going slow; he adds, "It's the least I can do. Please."

Jon's hands are shaking. Martin can see it, now, and it's hard to watch; he's pushed a lot of fury back, just watching Jon now, still without any idea what's happened. "A—all right," Jon says quietly, finally, and his voice is thick, like he might cry. "Okay. Thank you. Thank you, Martin." And Martin feels a flood of relief at this, that Jon might be, at least, somewhat safe in his flat. 

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They take a cab home. The Tube seems like it would be a lot. Jon really is exhausted, huddled up in an old coat despite the warm weather, leaning against the window in the back of the car. Martin shows him the bath and the bedroom, when they get home, says, "Let me know if you need anything," and leaves him alone. It feels like the right thing to do.

Martin stays in the living room. The anger begins to rise to the surface, then, coming out in bursts of nervous pacing and muttering (quietly, of course; he's had lots of practice with that, with Mum). He's furious at whoever took Jon (he isn't sure who, but he has a sneaking suspicion it's connected to the Unknowing), more furious at Elias for not telling them. He's going to say something this time, he thinks—march up there and give Elias a piece of his mind, or, or draft a furious email—and Martin has to stop there because it's all starting to sound ridiculous. He's going to say something now? He didn't say something when they found out Sasha died, when Elias told them that they were all trapped, but he's going to say something now? It sounds ridiculous, it does, and what would saying something do? Jon's back now, more or less safe, and there's nothing he can do now—no charging, triumphant rescues, nothing like that, all he can do is offer Jon his bathroom, somewhere safe to sleep. Shouting at Elias won't do a thing. 

(Martin wants to do something. He should've said something for Sasha, and he thinks he'll regret that forever, but if he couldn't then… well, he wants to have the courage to say something for Jon. But he doesn't. For some horrible reason, he can't.)

Jon sleeps for over fifteen hours, all afternoon and into the night. Martin sleeps on the couch. (He goes into the room to get the extra blanket and a change of clothes, and for a moment, he worries he'll wake Jon, but he must be quiet enough. Jon doesn't wake; he makes a strained sound in his sleep and turns over, curling in protectively on himself, but he doesn't wake up. Martin wants to go over there, kneel by the bed and hold Jon's hand, climb into bed and hold Jon and make sure he isn't hurt again. He doesn't. He doesn't have that with Jon, and now isn't the time, he can't scare Jon, make him uncomfortable, he has to leave Jon alone.) Jon's still asleep when Martin wakes hours later, tangled in his blanket on the couch, restless and on alert. He stares at the front door, tensing like he expects someone to come in (someone coming back for Jon), but nothing does. The apartment stays quiet. 

Martin gets up to make tea. It's still early, still dark outside, but he can't go back to sleep, he can't relax. He puts on the kettle and sits at the table, opens a packet of biscuits to munch on absently. Something to do. Something to do besides sit and think. 

The door creaks, abruptly, and Martin's head shoots up to see Jon, leaving the bedroom, looking dwarfed in one of Martin's rumpled jumpers. He looks at Martin with a tired sort of tentativeness and says, "Hi," softly.

"Hi, Jon," says Martin, his own voice too soft. "How… how did you sleep?"

Jon rubs at his throat, an absent sort of motion, and pads across the floor to the table. "I… well, actually. Very well. Best… best sleep I've had in a month." 

Martin's heart breaks a little, and he pretends it doesn't. Jon motions to the empty chair beside him and says,  "Do you mind if I…"

"No, no, of course not," says Martin quickly. "... D'you want some tea?"

A funny look passes over Jon's face as he sits and he says, "Yes. Yes, I… tea sounds amazing, Martin."

Martin gets up to get out another mug, to get out the milk and sugar. "I can make you something to eat, too," he says, and immediately feels horrible for not suggesting it earlier. (He doesn't want to speculate about when Jon's last eaten.) " Christ, why didn't I… I'm so sorry, Jon, you must be starving. I should've…"

"Don't, Martin, it's… I-I'm fine," says Jon. "Honestly, I… I-I can eat in a little bit, I'm not really hungry."

Martin bites his lower lip too hard and grimaces at the sudden burst of pain. "Okay," he murmurs. "Just… let me know when you're ready."

"I will," says Jon. 

There's silence for a few moments aside from Martin puttering around the tiny kitchen. It feels strangely domestic in a way that Martin isn't used to; he hasn't lived with anyone since Mum. He and Jon have shared meals before—they did it often, before Jon went on the run because they'd thought he was a murderer—and Martin's made him tea a dozen times, but it's never like… this. Quiet and natural, like they've done it a dozen times. Jon's staring down at the table, tracing a pattern cut into the top with an absent finger; he's shivering, in his chair, and Martin makes a mental note to turn on the heat. And then the kettle goes off, a sharp sound in the silent room, and Jon's jumping, jolting nearly out of his chair with huge, panicked eyes. 

"Sorry, sorry!" Martin says in a rush, reaching to yank the kettle off the eye. "Sorry—I-I forgot it was there."

"I-i-it's all right," Jon says. He's tensed against the table, his palms pressed to the top, like he's waiting for a bomb to go off, but he looks at Martin and he says, "Just a… little on edge, b-but really, it's fine."

Martin's chest aches as he fixes the tea. All of him aches, a guilt he can't really put his finger on—he didn't notice Jon was gone, he couldn't go after him, and now he can't even get to the kettle quick enough to keep from scaring Jon out of his wits. He doesn't say anything, though, besides another murmured, "Sorry," as he passes Jon the mug, and sits back down beside him. 

Jon holds onto the mug with both hands, like he expects to be pulled away, inhales a bit before taking a drink. "I've… missed your tea, Martin," he says quietly, stiltedly, like it's difficult to say. "All this time." 

Martin blinks in genuine surprise at that—all this time, and he's wondered before if Jon was just tolerating the daily cups. "You're joking," he says with disbelief. 

"I'm not," says Jon—and it's stunningly familiar, that tone of voice. He smiles a little down into the mug. "Haven't had a decent cup since February—Georgie's a coffee drinker."

"The audacity, " Martin snorts, theatrically, some small attempt to keep Jon smiling like that. 

"Yes, well—that's what I told her," says Jon, still with that halfway smile. He looks up at Martin abruptly, and something shifts on his face, almost—almost guilt of his own, which makes no sense. He says, "Martin, I've… I've taken your bed, haven't I? You… you should've said something."

"No, I shouldn't have, and I won't," says Martin firmly. "I didn't bring you here to sleep on the couch, Jon, for god's sake. The bed is yours."

"Sleeping on a couch won't kill me, Martin—"

"And it won't kill me either. You're not talking me out of this, Jon."

"A couch would be an improvement over that cot— anything would be. I shouldn't have…" That same look passes over Jon's face: that something resembling guilt. "I should never have made you stay there," he nearly whispers. "For months on that cot, after what you'd…"

"Jon, don't," Martin says, and he reaches out suddenly, to cover Jon's hand where it lays on the table. Jon looks up at that, as if he's startled, and Martin yanks his hand back, but he doesn't bring it too far; he leaves it there, hovering just above Jon's. " Don't ," he says. "I-it was a long time ago, and it was… I didn't mind staying there, I wasn't… you gave me a way out, and I-I appreciated that. I still do, Jon. So don't, please. Don't beat yourself up over that."

"I should've offered you better," says Jon, something like disgust in his tone. "I should've… there are so many things I should've done better."

Well—he isn't wrong, Martin thinks, but—but there's a dozen things they both should've done better, and now isn't the time to discuss them all, so Martin just says, "Don't," again. "Please. You don't have to… it's okay. It is. " And after a moment, Jon nods. He hasn't moved his hand away, but Martin feels odd, leaving his hovering there, so he just pulls it back.

They drink tea in silence for a few minutes. It's a pleasant silence, one that, under different circumstances, Martin might allow himself to hope for every day. It's several long moments before Jon speaks again, his voice rasping and small—he says, "It was the Circus. That took me. T-the one we've been looking for, planning the ritual. They'd… they planned it, they were watching me and they came."

Martin tries not to flinch, tries to ignore what feels like his insides grinding themselves together. Jon keeps talking after a moment; he says, "They… they wanted my skin. For the ritual. They… kept me for that, so they could… skin me. They were waiting for that."

Martin can't stop the words this time, when they push their way out; he says, "Oh, Christ, " like air being pushed out of him, like a sucker punch. He says, "Jon…" and his voice breaks, too, and something inside of him rips when Jon looks back at him, when he looks as if he might cry. 

"Um, Martin," he says, and he inclines his head tentatively towards Martin. "Do you mind… um, if I…"

His arms go out to the side a bit, and it's then that Martin realizes what Jon's asking for. He nods, immediately, and opens his arms, and Jon leans forward and into him so quickly that Martin wonders if he was waiting. 

Martin folds his arms around Jon gently, tentatively (one hand cupping the back of his head); he wants to cling, wants to hold Jon tight enough that nothing else would be able to take him, but he's afraid to hold on too tight. Jon, though, clings hard, his grip tight, his fingers digging desperately into the back of Martin's shirt. So Martin tightens his grip, and leans his head against Jon's, and lets Jon expel shaky breaths into his shoulder. He rubs tiny circles into Jon's back, murmurs, It's okay, it's okay now, and desperately wills it to be true. 

Minutes or hours later—it is impossible to be sure—Jon whispers, "Thank you," into Martin's shirt. He whispers it with a sort of finalty, but he makes no move to pull back. So Martin keeps holding him. 

"Jon… I'm so sorry," he says softly. "I'm so sorry. I… i-if I'd known. I swear, I would've come for you if I'd known." 

Jon takes another shuddering breath and looks up at him. His eyes are wet. There's something in his expression Martin can't quite place… reassurance, maybe. Or trust. "I know," he says. "Martin, I-I know you would've. I know." 

They sit there for a while longer, just like that, holding onto each other at Martin's kitchen table. 

[thebiggestfan1]

Are you in town? - Matthew Tkachuk (part 3)

part one here

part two here

This is the last part of this mini-series and I hope you enjoyed it! Requests are open btw, so don’t be afraid to ask for an imagine with any NHL player :))

Word count: 1464 words

TW: mentions of sex, language

...

The thing that woke you up was the bright light shining through the windows.

Shit. What time was it? You probably should have been already working - for hours.

As you looked around yourself, you started realizing this wasn’t your apartment. Everything here looked so blank and expensive and then you remembered that-

That you kisssed Matthew while he was drunk. That you fucked Matthew while he was drunk.

You groaned silently, still too sleepy to actually cry. What had you done?

You thought you were okay with staying just friends. But here I am, you thought to yourself as you climbed out of the bed.

Your body felt sore and relaxed at the same time. It was a long time since you slept with someone and actually enjoyed it like this. And even though you should be ashamed of yourself, you let yourself enjoy that feeling.

Just then you realized that the other side of Matt’s huge bed was already empty and cold. There was no sign of him in the living room or in the kitchen - he probably left a long time ago, maybe already preparing for his upcoming game.

But the smell of him lingered on the sheets like a distant memory, bringing back the thoughts of yesterday's events. His hot skin touching yours, his warm breath caressing your breasts...

Shit.

Just... shit.

And so you put on your yesterday’s clothes, write a quick note for Matt and leave his apartment without looking back.

...

It’s been two weeks since you woke up at Matthew’s apartment. Since then, you ignored his calls and texts, pretended you weren’t home when he knocked on your door and worked overtime when he waited for you at the reception.

Yes - it’s not ideal but it worked for 14 whole days. And it gave you some time to think.

As you were leaving your office, thinking only about going to bed, you realized you didn’t check if Matt was waiting for you - but too late. A hand gripped lightly your elbow, making you halt in your tracks.

“Y/N, why the fuck are you avoiding me?”

He sounded a bit angry but mostly tired and hurt. He looked tired, too - those were dark circles under his beautiful eyes.

And you just stood there, trying to come up with a good enough excuse.

Because we fucked, Matthew, you wanted to say. Because I love you and I’m afraid you’re gonna break my heart. Because I don’t want to lose you or our friendship. But wouldn’t avoiding him for a few more weeks destroy your friendship as well?

“You can’t- you can’t just leave, Y/N. What happened happened and if you want to, we can ignore it but you can’t just keep walking around it. You can’t just leave like I did all those years ago. And I’m so so sorry I did so and it’s totally my fault if you feel like I might do that again but you have to trust me that I have no reason to do so.”

Matthew looked... scared. Was it because he was afraid you’d leave him behind? Afraid of tasting his own medicine?

You still didn’t know what to say. You wanted to believe all he was saying but the memory of you crying when he abandoned you was still playing in your head. He did so just because of some stupid promise he told nobody about. What’s stopping him from doing so again?

“I panicked when I came back home that morning - I went shopping because I had no food at the apartment and I wanted to make you a perfect breakfast. And when I came back, you were gone and all you left behind was a note with only one word on it - goodbye. So yeah, I panicked. Of course I panicked. And I know I’m the reason you did it but I have no idea how to make things right. I don’t know how to make you trust me like you once did...” Matthew tugged at his curls, his hair all messy. He let out a sigh, trying to avoid your searching gaze.

"Matt-" you stopped your arm from touching his hair even though you wanted to comfort him so badly. It'd be so easy to let yourself trust him. Too easy; and that scared you more than anything. "I need time. Just- just take me out for dinner or something. We'll take things slowly and then we'll see how that turns out."

He looked at you as you spoke, watching the shape of your lips while nodding slowly. A small smile formed on Matt's lips and he tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. Your cheeks went red a bit as you realized he'd do whatever you needed and won't ever ask for more than you're prepared to give him. The night two weeks ago wasn't your fault; it was yours. Matthew was drunk and never forced you to do what you did. It was you who ruined things.

"Do you have time right now?"

"Yeah, I guess." you answered, smiling up at him.

"Then I'll take you out for dinner."

Hand in hand, you realized it'd be so easy to get used to the feeling of butterflies in your stomach.

...

A month later, Matt took you to a lunch with his family. It was a long time since you've seen any of his siblings so you were super excited - but also super nervous.

You two took things really slow. Matt took you out every day if he had the time and hasn't even kissed you once. Sometimes, you wanted him to do so. Sometimes, it was the only thing you could think of.

The nostalgia hit you as soon as you saw Chesterfield again. You closed your eyes, already knowing where would the car turn on the road. You kind of missed this city - it reminded you of your childhood and of Matthew.

He was sitting next to you, driving the car, one hand on the steering wheel and the second on your thigh, drawing cirles on your jeans.

"Do they remember me?" you asked, your eyes still closed.

"Of course they remember you," Matt murmured and sang a few lines of the song playing on the radio - your song, one from the playlist on the USB that was hidden for years in the time capsule.

After Matt got drafted, you stopped talking to his family. You were mad at all of them even though it was a stupid thing to do. But now as an adult, things would be different. Yeah, you probably could be mad at Matt's dad for all the things Matt wrote you in that letter but... He only wanted his son to be happy - you'd probably do the same.

So, when the car stopped, you got out and greeted his family as nicely as you could. It took you some time to recognise Taryn as she hugged you, because last time you saw her, she was just a kid. And now... She and Brady were both adults.

"Nice to meet you again, Y/N," said their mom, Chantal as you shoot hands. Her husband smiled at you from the table where all of them were already seated and Matthew wrapped one arm around your waist as he pushed back the chair for you.

Everyone talked, laughed and enjoyed the autumn day with bright smiles on their faces. None of them seemed to mind your presence and you felt like a part of this happy family.

Halfway through the lunch, Matt pushed his chair closer to you as he whispered into your ear:

"What are you thinking about?"

You looked at him, at his bright eyes and eased smile. At the way he touched your hand and tucked your hair behind your ear. And you realized how much he cared for you and that there was nothing that could keep you two apart this time.

No more tiptoeing. No more 'taking things slow'.

"I'm thinking about how I trust you more than I trusted anyone in my life. I'm thinking about how I love you more than I loved anyone in my life."

His smile was the most beautiful thing you have ever seen. It was full of love and care and you didn't realized you were crying until Matt wiped the tears off your cheeks.

"You want to know what I'm thinking about?"

You simply nodded.

"I'm thinking about our future and about how happy you make me, Y/N. I'm thinking about how lucky I am that I can call you mine. I love you so much, Y/N." he whispered, taking one of your hand in his and intertwining your fingers.

"I love you too, Matt. And I promise I will never say goodbye to you."

[dasomlimie]

Heyyy! I hope ur doing okay if ur requests r open can l request reader asking if she can see whats under sanzu’s mask like that one scene in naruto where he tried so hard to see kakashi’s mask something similar and funny like that take ur time l love ur work <333

%% BEHIND THAT MASK! #!/

characters : aged up!—Sanzu Haruchiyo

a/n : i cant believe im rewrtiting this sorry if this is half assed tumblr didn't save my draft earlier, enjoy ig

Sanzu Haruchiyo..... your masked bf sometimes you were wondering what behind that mask but ofc you wanted to respect his boundaries and dont want to make him uncomfortable, but curiousity start to eat you alive so you have a little plan in your mind

sometimes there's a lot of idea in your mind on why Sanzu didn't remove his mask, maybe he have big lips that unmatched with his face future? or maybe he have crooked teeth? or even worse he doesn't have mouth! but you scratched the last idea since how did he speak if he doesn't have mouth? his nose? yeah that idea once stuck in your head but you decided to remove it because it doesn't make sense at all

you called Sanzu to meet you up infront of a restaurant which he agreed since maybe you were hungry and he is too, you greet Sanzu before taking his hand and walk into the restaurant with him

"today is my treat" you said smiling he raise an eyebrow you were cheerful more than usual "did something good happen?" he ask you shook his head "nope i just wanted to spend time with my lovely boyfriend" you said he nodded start looking at the menu

"are you ready to order?" he ask after a few minutes you nodded letting him call the waiter, you both said your order as the writer write down your order, you noticed Sanzu's order was a heavy meal he probably going to remove his mask

you smile to yourself before mentally patting yourself for coming up with this idea as soon as your food arrived you stare at Sanzu causing him to raise an eyebrow "whats up my love?" he ask you shook your head "nothing eat up" he nod "you too" you nod

you stare as he was about to remove his mask until your phone start ringing you look at the caller ID noticing it was your boss you look at Sanzu "eat first i have to answer this call" you said he nod as he watch your figure walking out from the restaurant

you listen to your boss rant about how her husband keep cancelling their date and how she think he was cheating on her while you were wondering why the hell your boss telling you all of this as she finally hang up you walk into the restaurant only to be greeted by Sanzu scrolling through his phone you blink

"oh baby! what took you too long? oh and im sorry i finished my food first i haven't eat since yesterday" he said giving you closed eyes smile you nod sitting "did you forgot to eat again?" you ask he nod "im very busy yesterday and just go to sleep as soon as i got home" he said you nod

attempt 1 : failed

"want some?" you ask offering your food he shook his head "im full already" he said you nodded visibly deflated "whats up pretty girl? you were all cheerful a while ago" he said chuckling you shook your head from side to side finding a reason and decided to use your boss phone call as your reason "she did it again" you said he pat your head

"did she start ranting to you again? what was is about?" he ask you sigh "about her husband this and that you know the usual why don't they just divorce?" you said leaning to your chair

"maybe you should find a new job if you were that sick of your boss personal life rant" he said you nodded "yeah i should" you said

the second attempt might make him mad but what is life without a little thrill and spice right? right.

you took a deep breath before apologizing gripping the tray in your hand you walk inside the room smiling at Sanzu you walk toward him then purposely trip yourself

you watch everything happen in slow motion how the juice flew and wetting his mask you cheer silently before your face kiss the floor you groan but being muffled by your carpet Sanzu gasp ignoring his wet clothes and mask

"y/n?! are you okay? oh my why are you suddenly become clumsy?" he ask as he help you to get up you have to swallow your image its not even 6 month into your relationship here you are doing stupid things just to what behind his mask

he hiss when he saw your red forehead with a little bloody lips "we should get that lips treated" he suggest you nodded "let me put this away your hoodie was in my closet along with extra mask" you said silently before walking out from the room leaving a little space for you to peak in

you feel your cheeks heat up as you watch his half naked body you silently cheer as he was about to remove his mask when your doorbell rang causing you to curse silent

you keep debating either to look and discover what behind your boyfriend mask or to answer the door you were deep in thought when Sanzu clear his throat his cheeks tinted with rosy pink just like his hair

"i didn't know you're that type of person" he said clearing his throat again you look up before cursing yourself "oh no you got the wrong idea let me go and answer the door ok?" you said walking a little bit too faster "be careful!" Sanzu called as he look you who almost tripped twice

attempt 2 : failed

you look at Sanzu as you keep following—more like stalking—him you tried to make sure you didn't lost him maybe he would remove his mask at the most random time especially when he's alone? yeah thats what you think ,you were now dressed in all black outfit paired with black cap and black mask

yup much like a stalker

you watch him keep turning and leading you to a dark hallways wondering what he was doing here, little did you know he noticed you following him but didn't have any idea it was his girlfriend

"fuck" you curse silently as you lost him you were about to take another turn when someone pull you to opposite turn you yelped both in suprise and pain when your back make a harsh contact to the cold and dirty wall you hiss from how strong someone's grip on your hands is

"who are you and why are you following me?" he ask you stay silent too scared to answer him, Sanzu chuckle "why are you all silent? acting all scared are we?" he said you shiver under his sharp gaze

"i ask you questions" he said you shut your eyes he sigh annoyed and start to loose his patients then decided to remove both your mask and cap you felt his grip on your hands loosening

"y/n?" he said in softer voice than earlier you still shut your eyes tightly slightly trembling "darling look at me" he said as one of hand slither to your waist while the other cup your cheeks thumb caressing your cheeks "open your eyes my love im not going to hurt you" he said you open your eyes slowly meeting his soften gaze

"why are you following me like that? i thought you were one of those people who tried to get me again" he said chuckling you didn't answer instead hugging him burying your face into his chest

"did i scare you that much?" he ask you shook your head as a no, you were actually embarassed of yourself for doing dumb thing to get him to remove his mask

"then why?" he ask hugging you close to him "im sorry" you said he raise an eyebrow "why?" "im sorry for doing dumb thing lately and following you like earlier" you said he chuckled you look up to him

"i get it now" he said removing you from him gently then cup your cheeks with both of his hands "you know you can just ask right?" you pout "i just dont want to make you feel uncomfortable" he shook his head

"you will never im actually waiting for you to ask me by yourself" he said you nodded "then can i uh you know" he nod letting you remove his mask

heart beating loudly Sanzu was prepared from any insult from you yet nothing came our from your mouth, does he freak you out? he was about to apologize when you whispered out a very unexpected word he expects you to say

"beautiful" you said he froze not believing what he just heard "what?" he ask for confirmation "i said beautiful" you repeat before caressing his scars with both of your thumb he sigh in relief

"really? i thought you were going to freaked out" he said you shook your head with confused face while your attention was still on his face "why would i?" you ask

"people always told me its disgusting i thought you would too but apparently not im relieved" you heart broke a little from his words "who the hell said your scars is disgusting?! let me beat them up" you said with determination he shook his head "its okay you were an absolute angel i cant imagine you beating people up" he said pressing a kiss on your forehead

"you look hotter without mask" you whisper he smile "is that so?" he ask you nodded then cover his face with his mask "and only me can see you my beautiful and handsome and hot boyfriend without his mask no one can see your full face they would fall for you" you said he chuckled before ruffling your hair

"whatever you say angel" he said you smile as he lead you out from the hallway just so your know he would use your silly attempt to tease you in the future

attempt 3 : successfully failed

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[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

✏, hotchreid, first kiss 🥺

You don’t just get a blurb honey, you get the whole damn night. I’ll eventually start writing blurbs and not full-length oneshots for these asks, but Cee (my love my family my favorite always) is who got me back into CM in the first place so yours was always going to be the long, fleshed out version. I love you so my dear. 

((P.S. Yes I’m still working on the 200follower asks xD I’m so sorry life got in the way and I discovered hcs but I’m being responsible and finishing all of these now I promise!!!))

Personal plot bunny: Hotch invites Reid over to help with a research paper/with Jack and Reid gets to see his boss all domestic and soft, and in turn Spencer just kind of fits in his home seamlessly and Hotch kisses him as he leaves.

Word Count: 3107

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It’s a perfectly ordinary day in late November when Hotch opens his apartment door to Reid standing there in the clothes he’d worn to work earlier that day. Satchel over his shoulder, wrapped in jacket and scarf, and giving him a small quirk of a smile in greeting -- still very obviously thrown off kilter that Hotch had invited him over in the first place. 

When Reid said he’d lend him a hand on his most recent research paper, the younger agent had probably expected them to do it at the office. Interviews and research were all a big part of having a Behavioral Science subunit at the FBI, and published papers were a requirement from all BAU members to aid in this endeavor. Every team had to keep a steady output of resources and research studies going just to keep funding for the department afloat. He may be Unit Chief, but Hotch was no exception to these requirements, even with as much work as he has to put in on the regular. 

Usually, he can do his research and piece together papers in between his daily paperwork. But this week Jess is sick with a stomach flu, and Jack hadn’t gotten to spend time with Hotch in what feels like a month. So the easiest solution was obviously to invite Reid to have dinner with them at his home, entertain him while he read over the drafted paper and helped Hotch out. 

Obviously. 

The only reasonable option, really. 

“Thanks for coming, Reid,” Hotch greets back with a softened expression as he looks him up and down. “Did you even go home first?” The very first thing Hotch always does is change out of his suit when he gets home, shedding that armour as best he can to switch mindsets between Agent Hotchner of the FBI, and Aaron Hotchner the ever-stressed-out single dad. That evening donning worn jeans and a heather grey Henley to better accommodate himself within the space. 

“Oh -- no, I didn’t see much point,” Reid shrugs, then motioning to his satchel which is now filled with books that weren’t there when he’d left the bull pen a couple hours before. “I stopped by the law library in Georgetown and found a few more references, just in case you were using the Favero citations instead of Weston and I don’t have all of those read yet -- or I didn’t. I do now. But I still brought them--”

Hotch smiles, a real smile -- small as it is, but no less fond of Reid going out of his way to help him. But before he can thank him again Jack’s socked feet come thundering down the hall behind him. 

“Dr. Spencer! Dr. Spencer! Dr. Spencer!” And he’s slipping past Hotch, smooth and fluid as water, attaching himself to Reid’s legs and waist in a hug with a big smile that looks so much like Aaron’s own. When he’d been younger, only about three or four years old, Jack had been deathly scared of Doctor’s visits. It had been Reid’s idea to have Jack start calling him ‘Dr. Spencer’ to help alleviate some of that fear, associating the moniker with his non-threatening and familiar face. Reid had been much younger then, too, and that had helped the tactic work like a charm. Haley had been over the moon when his reverse psychology worked out so well. 

“Jack! Woah, you got taller!” Reid’s whole demeanor changes. A little more animated, more comfortable, even -- and Hotch could remember a time when Reid hadn’t even wanted to hold a child for fear of the interaction. Now, he was always the first to talk to one if JJ didn’t beat him to it. “How’ve you been?” “Good!” Jack says excitedly, barreling over the small talk in ways only children can. “Dad says you’re going to help him with his homework, can you help me with mine too?!”

Reid smiles even wider and chances a glance at Hotch that he feels in his chest. “You bet, I love helping with homework.”

Jack just scrunches his nose up at him. “Why?”

“Because it’s fun.”

“Homework isn’t fun.”

“Well, maybe you’ve been doing it wrong.” 

“Let’s let Dr. Reid in from the hallway,” Hotch interrupts with a laugh, herding his son and the younger agent inside. “Jack, go get your homework and you can do it at the table,” Hotch says as he takes Reid’s coat and watches him kick off his shoes by the door. Mismatched socks prominent against the hardwood floors. Making himself at home, shedding some of the layers and getting comfortable in the space much like Aaron does every day after work. “Hope you like spaghetti. It won’t be as good as Rossi’s.”

“Who doesn’t love spaghetti,” Spencer grins with a soft laugh. “Rossi’s is almost too fancy for me, anyway.”

“A man of simple tastes,” Hotch teases him.

“I’m easily impressed.”

“Lucky me.” 

It slips out, the low, comfortable banter, and Reid’s eyes are alight and Aaron feels himself smiling enough his dimples show, and he leads the way to the kitchen where dinner is already in the works on the stove. Filling the small condo with the smell of tomato sauce and garlic. 

-

Jack and Reid set up at the kitchen bartop where they can watch Hotch finish cooking and stay within reach of conversation. It doesn’t take long for Hotch to finish making dinner, or for Jack to finish his homework spurred on by Reid’s strange enthusiasm for math problems. With how much time they spend talking about psychology and sociology (and sometimes even philosophy) Hotch always forgets one of Reid’s Ph.D.’s is in mathematics. 

“Numbers just make sense,” he explains, when Hotch brings it up while drizzling olive oil on the drained pasta on the stove. “There’s always a right answer and the rest are wrong. It’s comforting, to an extent, but predictable -- that’s why I shifted focus from sciences to humanities. There’s no right or wrong answers in philosophy, it’s all argumentative. Always evolving. I prefer that, it’s no fun having all the answers.” 

And coming from someone who does always have all the right answers, that must mean something profound to the younger man. One conversation outside the walls of the BAU and Hotch already feels like he understands Reid more than he has in a long time.

--

Dinner runs so smoothly it’s as if Reid is always there for it. Jack even finishes all of his food and helps with the dishes before Hotch has to ask him to. Making the two men exchange a glance and Hotch ask, “You charge by the hour?” and Reid laughs into his water glass in reply. They end up talking a bit about the paper Hotch has been working on, along with about a dozen other things Reid launches into in side tangents -- from the books he’d read during his brief visit to Georgetown that afternoon, to his most recent philosophical debate he had with his doctoral advisor about his thesis paper he’ll have to submit at the end of next month. 

“Do you need time to piece it together? I didn’t know you were that close to your next Ph.D.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine,” Reid waves him off. “I just need a weekend where we are actually in town and not on a case, and I’ll get it finished.” 

“I’ve been working on this paper for the past six months,” Hotch all but balks in disbelief. “How can you write a Ph.D. dissertation in a weekend?”

“Well, I’m not the Unit Chief or a single parent,” Reid points out with a gentle grin, and Hotch feels one pulling at his own lips as well. “But it’s mostly written anyway, just all up here.” He points to his head, and Hotch bets he could recite the paper verbatim with what he writes up when he has the time.

“You could always write it on the jet,” Hotch says. 

“I do,” Reid smirks, and Hotch can’t help but roll his eyes. “In my head, someone is usually taking up the table with a headstart on paperwork.”

“I think they can be talked into relinquishing some table top space,” Hotch says, until Reid gives him a look. “Oh, you mean me?”

“You spread out everything to keep it organized in piles.” 

“I’d share with you.”

“You told Rossi to use the couch last week when he wanted to answer emails,” Reid says with a barely contained laugh.

“Yeah, well, he’s not you,” Hotch admits before he can take it back, and Reid almost answers -- mouth open and everything -- when Jack comes back and is all but begging ‘Dr. Spencer’ to help him with his science fair project he hadn’t even decided on. 

--

The rest of the evening ends up with the three holed up in Hotch’s office, Reid surrounded by Law books and reading material he hasn’t gotten to sift through before, Hotch with his drafted paper printed out for Reid’s ease of access, and Jack with his science textbook and a notebook already talking Reid’s ear off about a science project for the spring. 

But once the time starts to tip into the later hours of the night, Hotch tells Jack to get ready for bed and say goodnight to Dr. Reid. 

“Goodnight, Dr. Spencer. Thanks for your help,” Jack says politely, ingrained in him by his father and Reid smiles a little too bright and soft at the same time at how sweet it is he tries to be good for company.

“You know, Jack, you can just call me Spencer if you’d like,” he says, knowing that the older boy has already outgrown his fear of the doctor and the reverse psychology is no longer needed.

Jack looks a little confused for a moment. “Dad doesn’t.” 

“Well, your dad can, too -- if he wants,” Reid says, looking to Hotch and they share a look he once again can feel in his chest. Watching the whole interaction with a carefully guarded expression, but it melts under Reid’s glance and he isn’t quite sure what is there anymore. But whatever it is, it makes Reid smile softly at him.

“Okay, goodnight Spencer,” Jack interrupts their moment, and hugs Reid around the neck from where he’s sitting cross-legged on the floor. It jostles the younger man, and Hotch smiles wide and ducks his head down to hide it. But Reid hugs Hotch’s son back, and tells him goodnight, as well. “You’ll come back, right?”

“Of course, I’d love to,” Reid tells him, and -- satisfied -- Jack goes off to brush his teeth, leaving the two in a lull of heavy silence. “Sorry, I think I just invited myself over, some time.”

“You’re welcome anytime.” And he means that, knows Reid knows that as he looks at him a little more soundly than before. “Not just for work.” If that needed to be said. 

And if Reid’s face flushes a little darker in the low lighting, Hotch doesn’t mention. No matter how much he can’t seem to look away.

Reid looks over his entire paper while Hotch tucks Jack into bed, and is already making notes on it at his desk when the man returns. The next hour rolls into two, and Hotch drags another chair in from the kitchen so they can share his desk and work through bullet points on the paper but… it was pretty much done, from the start. Even Reid’s edits didn’t take them long. After a while they dissolve into just talking, discussions and anecdotes and sitting maybe a little too close and laughing so much and so loud sometimes they have to quiet themselves so they don’t wake Jack down the hall. 

It’s almost 10:30 by the time they resurface from each other, before Hotch realizes Reid probably needs to go home because they both have to be at work bright and early. But this was… this was the best night he’s had in a long, long time, and he wants to do it again. Soon. More than soon. More than once. He thinks about all of this as he follows Reid to the front door and helps him gather the rest of his things. 

“We should do this again, sometime,” Hotch mentions, hands in his pockets and trying to be more cool about this than he feels.

“I’d like that, I had a lot of fun tonight,” Reid answers, standing up from tying his shoes and giving him that bright, wide smile he doesn’t always feel comfortable enough to allow. It never fails to stall Hotch in his tracks, staring a little too long at his mouth than he should be. 

“What if, next time, it’s just us? And no Jack?” he continues, elaboration just in case Reid doesn’t grasp what he’s asking. Reid is watching him with this look as if he’s unsure he heard correctly, and Hotch is nothing if not patient.

“I’d… I’d be okay with that,” Reid answers, slowly as he weighs some unseen options and gauges Hotch’s facial expressions to the most minute detail.

“Good. How about Saturday?”

He can see the moment it all clicks into place.

“...Are you asking me on a date?” Reid asks, a little winded. 

“If that’s alright with you,” Hotch says with a half smile. Once again sounding more confident than he should in the face of how Reid’s eyes start to dart around and he licks his lips nervously.

“I don’t know how -- how good I am with dates.” There’s a story behind that, and Hotch wants to know it, but he does his best to press Reid gently. Because… he’s been holding off asking the younger man for a long time, now, but after tonight he gets the feeling that he might not have needed to be so hesitant, after all. 

“Oh?”

“Just -- the ritual of it all always throws me off. Dressing up and going out, and making conversation over dinner while trying to eat and maintain the other’s attention, and then keeping it all going if you manage to do that I just don’t always do so well one-on-one and --”

“Reid.” He pauses, then -- “Spencer.” And that stalls his stream of thought to words, catching Spencer’s attention and snagging it in the best way. “...we just did all of that. And it was great.” Hotch knows his own expression has softened around the edges over the course of the night, smiles easier to hold, eyes more expressive, and Spencer takes in every change and nuance with a well-practice eye and is… very obviously stunned by what he finds. “So -- I’d like to do it again. Saturday?” 

Shocked, eyes a little wide, breath lost to the wind, Spencer waits a beat too long to answer. Enough to make Hotch nervous, before he answers in a sound that could have been a whisper if it had been quieter. A slight crack to it that betrays his emotion.

“Okay.” 

Hotch gets a turn to be stunned, because he thought this had been about to take a very different turn. “Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“--Okay.”

Intelligent men that they were, that was the extent of the conversation, and then Reid is smiling that bright, sunshine laced smile and Hotch is trying to contain his own and -- Reid still needs to go home. So, biting his lip, Reid turns as if to leave -- is just about out the door when he stops and turns back so quick he almost runs into Hotch on the threshold. 

“So… technically, that means this was our first date, then. Right?” he looks so goddamn hopeful, and like he has something further to add, that Hotch smiles outright and this time doesn’t bother hiding it.

“Technically, yes.” He supposes it was. And it really had been… a great night. Not a bad first date, at all.

Reid takes far too long trying to string together words after that. Keeps looking to Hotch then away to gather his thoughts, then back again as if in search of something; and it’s after about the third time that Hotch realizes what he’s getting at. What he’s trying to find a way to ask. 

It hits him so silent and hard it about knocks the wind out of him.

Oh.

He can do that.

Hotch steps closer, about the same time Spencer opens his mouth like he’s finally figured out the right combination of words within the range of the English language to form a coherent sentence, and they all die on his tongue the moment Hotch guides him back with a hand on his hip. He’s done it before, gentle leading when Reid strays the wrong way or needs to be shifted in a crowded room on cases, and this time is just as easy and no different.

Except this time, Hotch isn’t maneuvering them to get past him. This time, he presses Spencer’s spine to the doorframe and leans in to capture his lips with his own. Right there, in the open doorway.

Hotch kisses him, and it’s perfect.

The gentle slide of lips is over before either know it, lasts longer than his racing heart can measure, and before Hotch can decide his next move Spencer tilts in closer and kisses him back, slow and methodical and Hotch feels that. Feels it the way he’s felt every moment they had and shared the whole night. His free hand finds that sharp jaw framed in messy curls getting longer all over again, and Spencer doesn’t seem to know what to do with his hands beyond grasp at Hotch’s shirt at his sides and then -- 

Then Hotch pulls back enough that he can nudge his nose against Spencer’s carefully, a punctuation that ends the kiss soft and apologetic. Silently says that’s all they can do tonight. That there’s more, awaiting them, but that… 

That had been one hell of a good first kiss.

“See you in the morning, Spencer.” 

For once, Dr. Spencer Reid is speechless in an entirely new way, and he merely nods with lips still parted and a little darker from the kiss. From kissing him, and Hotch knows he stares more than he should, but that’s been a frequent occurrence lately. It’s just getting harder and harder to turn away, watch Reid -- Spencer -- smile at him in that quiet way only ever directed at him, and then walk away. But he lets it happen, feels every step even as he shuts the door behind him.

Because Hotch will see Spencer tomorrow.

And, one day, maybe he won’t have to watch him walk away at all. 

[atalho-s]

Here comes the sun

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: suggestive? but not smut!

words: 1.3 k

summary: you’re tom’s guitar teacher and he is nervous to ask you out.

a/n: this was on my drafts for ages lol i wasn’t going to post it, bc it looks really bad, but yk what? whatever 💁🏾‍♀️😂

Tom grabbed the last clothes that were lying on the living room floor and some glasses from the coffee table and took one last look to make sure everything was in order. He was cleaning up the mess that had been left from the night before. Since he and Harry were sharing a house together the mess seemed endless.

He wasn't one of the most organized people in the world himself, but today was Thursday, and that meant he had guitar lessons. And with guitar lessons Y/n come along, his teacher for the last two months. After he come back from filming and had nothing to do for the rest of the year, he decided he was going to learn everything he could that he hadn't learned in the last few busy years.

But after a few lessons he had realized that he had started looking at her longer than he should have. Getting distracted more often. He really enjoyed talking to her about music, in fact about any topic. In fact, he'd been planning on asking her out for a few weeks, but he obviously never had the courage. So maybe today would be the perfect day. He had put on his favorite shirt with his favorite jeans and now he had just finished cleaning up the mess he and Harry had left behind.

He heard the doorbell ring and stopped in the middle of the living room with scared, tossing a coat he had in his hand into one of the closets quickly. He started to get nervous, maybe it was a bad idea to ask her on a date, maybe she didn't even see him like this, maybe she didn't even like him, after all she was just his guitar teacher, he didn't think she even noticed his looks to her, or if she noticed, she must have found it strange. The doorbell rang one more time and he snapped out of his thoughts, rushing to answer the door. He opened it and came face to face with an Y/n with her guitar case in one hand, wearing a skirt with t-shirt and sneakers, she looked beautiful.

- Hi Tom! Ready for class? - She said smiling when she saw him.

- Hi Y/n! Of course! Come in... - he said, opening the door wider and giving her room to enter.

- Did you practice since the last time? - She asked sitting on the sofa and opening her case, taking her guitar out. Tom stood up just looking at her and Y/n looked up when he didn't respond. - Tom? You going to stand there? - She gave a small laugh.

- Yeah! - He said coming out of his momentary space out. - Sorry! - He said taking his guitar that was in the corner of the room and sitting beside her on the sofa. - I managed to give a good improvement since the last time, I got that part where I was missing...

- Great! You want to show me? - she said smiling again and he smiled back.

- Sure... - he said and started to play the first chords of Here Comes The Sun by the Beatles. The music he had been learning for a week now. Y/n rested her chin on her guitar paying attention to it and Tom missed some chords cursing, making Y/n laugh. He played again now with a confused face, but missed the same part.

- It's alright Tom, you can try again. - She said and Tom shook his head, settling better on the couch.

- Okay, now here we go. - he said starting the chords, but ended up missing again. - Shit! - he cursed and Y/n smiled.

- You're not putting your fingers right... Wait, let me help you... - she said putting her guitar aside and approached him. - Excuse me…- she said and he smiled nodding that she could touch him. She then took her hand and smoothed his fingers over the strings, but instead of Tom looking at his guitar he was lost because her face was so close.

- Okay, now it's better... - she said and looked up to face Tom. Y/n also returned the look intensely and Tom approached slowly looking from her mouth to her eyes. Y/n didn't move from her spot which encouraged him to close the gap by sealing his lips to hers. In the beginning it was just a long peck, until he tried to pull away, but failing, because Y/n pulled him by the back of his neck, putting their lips together again and kissing him heartily, making him smile against the kiss.

Tom placed his guitar on the floor still kissing her and placed one of his hands on her cheek and the other on the couch, pressing her to lie down, which she gladly did. Then he lay on top of her placing his hands beside her head and Y/n ran her hand inside his shirt, making him shiver at her touch.

Tom broke the kiss looking for air and bit her lower lip lightly, running his hand down her leg pulling her closer and kissing her neck.

-Y/n...-He said low now against her chin. - It's this okay?

- More than okay...-she said, interrupting him and kissing him again as he reciprocated. Putting his hand on her waist, he pulled the hem of her shirt, lifting it until they parted their kiss so he could take it off, tossing it aside. He went back to kissing her, kissing each one of her covered breasts and she bit her lip.

- You don't know how long I waited for this... - Tom said now kissing her belly and she looked at him smiling.

-Me too...-she said and he kissed her up to her thighs, lifting the hem of her skirt.

- Really? -he asked against her skin and took a small bite making her give a small moan.

- Yes, for some reason, I can't stop thinking about you. -she replied and he removed his shirt, helping her take off her skirt right after. And while she tossed the fabric aside he took off her pants too, making them both stay in their underwear.

He got back on top of her and Y/n ran her hands over the muscles of his arms. He returned to kiss her lips now going more slowly and run with one of his hands from her leg to her waist, taking her panties lightly, not taking his mouth from hers not even for a second.

*****************************************

Tom was now sitting in his boxers waiting for Y/N to come out of the bathroom. He had his guitar on his lap and was strumming a few notes smiling openly to himself. It seems that his plan to ask Y/n out had turned out better than he expected.

He started strumming the first notes of Here Comes The Sun again, this time concentrating better and even hitting the part he had missed earlier. Hearing someone clapping, he looked up seeing Y/n in the doorframe wearing his favorite pink t-shirt, which looked perfect on her, he smiled at the scene.

- Congratulations Tommy, you finally learned! -she spoke approaching also smiling and sat beside him.

- My teacher is very good and well... I had a good inspiration... - he replied and gave her a peck, making her smile. - Y/n... I've been wanting to ask you this for a while but... Do you want to go on a date with me? - He said laughing a little at the irony of asking that now.

- I think we skipped this step, but of course I want to! - She said excitedly and laughed too kissing him right after with desire.

- So that's what you do when you say you're learning guitar? - they heard someone say and jumped in fright, turning around and seeing Harry with his arms crossed leaning against the wall of the living room.

- HARRY! - Tom said covering Y/n's legs with his arms and threw a pillow on top of him making Harry start laughing at their embarrassed faces.

[mcwriting]

just say I Do

I have been super active lately which is vv weird for me but this has been in my drafts all summer and I thought now was a good time to post it since wedding season is coming to a close :)

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 2945

Warnings: alcohol mention; slight angst with happy ending

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She was a walking red flag from the moment she refused to laugh at your jokes.

Sure that sounds like a stupid reason, but more little "quirks," as Tom liked to call them, made themselves present the more he talked about Alaina.

He had been one of your best friends for years, but now he refused to listen.

"She doesn't trust us to hang out anymore?" you had asked incredulously.

"No, no. She's just insecure with the idea of us being alone together. That's all," he tried to reassure you. "I want to prove that I'm trustworthy."

Insecure

Code for "I don't trust you at all but I'm gonna keep using you for my benefit."

She had no reason not to trust him. You'd been in the friendzone for years and neither of you would ever cross a boundary. He was the most trustworthy person you knew.

After a couple weeks of his blatant ignorance of each red flag, you decided saving him from this relationship could never happen. You'd just have to let him drown in it.

So, you kept your mouth shut and ears open every time you hung out as he dumped all of her problems onto you. She'd turned him into her personal therapist and now you'd become his.

Regardless of how much you'd tried to extend an olive branch to her, she denied it every time, continually trying to push you away from her and, subsequently, Tom.

After months of this, yours and Tom's friendship eventually phased itself out.

Years of memories left in the dust .

You were almost happy, though. No more emotional trauma dumps every time you hung out with Tom. No more unnecessary hostility from Alaina. No more hiding your long-standing feelings.

You'd actually tried to tell him how you felt months earlier, but that got squashed when the "big news" he needed to tell you was that he had met someone. That "someone" being Alaina, of course.

You'd finally decompressed from all of the Tom drama when life decided to ramp up again as Harrison popped the all-important question to your female best friend, Rebecca.

The day after his proposal, she'd asked you to be maid of honor and you were quickly thrown into helping plan a wedding.

So you did your job: dress shopping, party planning, and shower throwing.

One unfortunate happenstance was that Tom was Harrison's best man, meaning that you had to see him again, especially within the month before the ceremony.

However, as the month moved forward, you and Tom had reconnected, your friendship much more lighthearted than how you'd left it previously. While Tom still talked about Alaina on occasion, he was no longer dumping everything onto you.

She still showed up to certain things, like a wedding shower and some parties, but you were mostly able to avoid her hostility and focus on Rebecca and Harrison.

Finally, after months and months of planning, the rehearsal dinner came, and you were almost hoping they'd just sign the papers that night and call it a wedding.

You were in the bridal suite touching up your lipstick as Rebecca and Harrison talked with the minister when Alaina appeared behind you, arms crossed.

"What's your angle, y/l/n?"

You furrowed your brows but didn't turn around, continuing to carefully apply the liquid lip as you just looked at her reflection.

"I don't know what you're talking about, sister. I'm just here to watch my best friend get married tomorrow."

"Don't play dumb. I know you're trying to get between me and Tom," she huffed.

"I can guarantee that's not what's going on here. We're friends again. That's all."

"You've been trying to squeeze your way into our relationship ever since it started. Forcing Tom to hang out with you alone, always texting him..."

You screwed the lipstick shut and stood up, whipping around to interrupt her.

"I'm sorry, what? I never forced him to do anything. He and I actually started communicating less once you two got together. You know, I knew you were insecure but I didn't think it was this bad."

"Well you've still been trying to pry us apart, even after your little friendship hiatus."

"Honey, I'm the reason he even asked you to make it official. He was too scared of committing, but I told him to pull the trigger and make you his girlfriend. Now I get that you have family trauma and the whole thing with your parents but-"

When she cut you off you knew you'd made a mistake. She wasn't supposed to know what all Tom had told you.

"You know what about me?"

You took in a sharp breath, unsure how to answer. An awkward pause fell between you.

"Everything. I know almost every damn thing about you. You were using Tom as a therapist and he took it to me. And I'm sorry about everything that's happened to you but I was almost glad when you forced me out of his life for a little bit because it meant I could finally deal with my own problems for once."

She continued to stare at you, stunned.

I- everything?" she breathed. You nodded, somber. "Why would he do that?"

"Dude. We were best friends for years. Told each other everything. Always went to each other to talk through the deep stuff. He didn't really know how to handle the stuff you were telling him. I wouldn't blame him for wanting to tell someone."

"But you know all this... stuff about me!"

"And those things aren't what shaped my opinion of you! Sure, it gave me some insight into your personality, but you can't let that stuff define you. You aren't going to get any real help dumping it all on your boyfriend, either."

"What are you trying to say, y/n?"

"I'm saying that him telling me everything shouldn't be the real problem here. The problem is that the whole relationship is toxic. Break up or don't, but you both need help. Tom isn't your therapist and if that's all you want him for then he shouldn't be your boyfriend. You both deserve better."

Each of you sat in that statement for a moment. After all of the frustration and anger, you'd chosen to channel it into something constructive.

Alaina had a look of defeat. You'd expected anger from her after everything.

"Yeah. Maybe we do. I just can't believe I couldn't trust him with the most important things in my life. Maybe I shouldn't have been trying to keep you apart all this time. I really should've been getting you together."

"What? No, Alaina don't say that-"

"Do you know where Tom is?"

"Come on don't do this right now-"

"Y/n just tell me where he is."

"I- You were the last one with him as far as I know. You came in here after I did."

In silence, she nodded and exited, leaving you alone again with a pit in your stomach.

You quickly tried to straighten yourself out, taking one last look in the mirror before you walked out and faked a smile.

"Oh! There you are! We're gonna get started on the rehearsal now!" Rebecca said as she caught you in the hall. "Just head outside and if you see Tom, tell him to come, too."

You did see him as you headed that way. His lips were pressed into a tight grimace as Alaina quietly talked to him near the building's entrance.

His eyes caught yours briefly and you gestured your head towards the alter, tapping your wrist. He gave a small nod of recognition and Alaina turned to see you in the distance, giving you a sad grin.

Tom started to tell her that he needed to go rehearse when she put a hand on his shoulder.

"Bye, Tom. Keep in mind what I told you," she said, leaning up to press a kiss on his cheek before walking off to her car, leaving for good.

You could tell he trying not to seem sad as he followed not far behind you to join everyone else.

When Rebecca returned, she was excitedly telling everyone the plan for walking down the aisle, deciding to pair bridesmaids with groomsmen as there was an equal number.

The pit in your stomach grew when you realized that meant you and Tom would be paired together.

The pairs lined up, you and Tom having to be last. You knew it would take a while when the flower girls took forever to walk the aisle and the first male/female pair couldn't figure out their cue.

Your arm was looped in Tom's but you had never felt so apart from him. Both of you were stiff, trying not to move too much.

"Alaina dumped me," he finally whispered, leaning over to tell you, as your heels brought you close to his height.

Your head stayed forward as your gaze fell to the ground.

"I figured as much. I tried to talk her out of it but... you know."

"Yeah."

There was another heavy silence.

"I'm really sorry, Tom," you started, but he cut you off.

"Don't. We just need to focus on Becca and Haz," he bit back, stone-faced.

You wanted to say something more, but you were cut off by Rebecca telling you your cue and getting you to walk the aisle in sync.

You couldn't look at Tom the rest of the night and hardly touched your dinner as your thoughts ran wild of how to make things up to him.

You couldn't tell Rebecca what happened. This was her time to shine, and you figured if Tom were to tell Harrison anything, it would just be that they'd broken up.

A couple speeches were made about the happy couple and finally it was over, all of you nervously ready for the real ceremony tomorrow.

You breathed a sigh of relief when you made it out without talking to Tom again.

The next morning, things ramped up as the bridal party got ready while sipping mimosas. Everything felt frantic because you felt the need to supervise and take stress off the bride.

It didn't help that you were still stressing over Tom.

You went into the bathroom to catch your breath, trying to maintain a positive facade.

When you stepped out, you found Rebecca looking beautiful as ever in front of you, but you quickly recognized the look on her face.

"Lets go to the balcony real quick. I feel like we need to talk."

You followed her out, both of your robes flowing in a soft breeze as the sun shone down happily. She handed you another mimosa as she leaned over the railing.

"Harrison told me about Tom. Said it was a pretty big deal."

You groaned, trying not to facepalm over your freshly done makeup.

"Becca we shouldn't be talking about this right now. We need to focus on your wedding-" you started, reaching for the door handle.

"Y/n. I want to talk about this. And I hear you're supposed to listen to the bride on her wedding day," she chuckled. You rolled your eyes and smirked.

"Fine. Yeah, they broke up. And it's all my fault and Tom's probably pissed at me but whatever. It's fine."

"From what I hear he's not as mad as he probably should be. It's been a long time coming, you were just the catalyst. Just think how much longer it would've taken for them to pull their heads outta their asses without you."

"He's not mad?"

"Doesn't sound like it. I think you guys need to talk about it, though."

You sighed.

"We will, eventually. We both agreed yesterday that we just need to focus on you two right now."

"You know that's gonna be hard, right? I mean, you're both gonna be stuck together from pictures up until after the ceremony."

"Yeah, yeah. I promise I won't ruin your wedding. Can't speak for Tom, though," you joked, holding your glass up towards hers.

"I'll take your word for it," she replied, clinking her own glass against yours.

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The bride and groom weren't ones for superstition, so you took wedding photos before the ceremony to maximize lighting and time with the guests later.

You didn't talk to Tom at all, but neither of you could keep from making quick eye contact between shots.

Finally the time had came for guests to begin arriving and the big moment to actually come.

After some last minute touch ups, the wedding party greeted guests as the countdown began. Once things were in place, you all went back into the building to line up, ready to start.

Again, you and Tom were linked together, waiting in bated breath.

"Alaina told me something yesterday before she left," Tom whispered.

You hummed in response.

"Yeah. Said I never really loved her."

"What makes her think that?" you asked, trying to pay attention to those ahead of you in line as music started playing outside.

"She told me I probably loved you," he replied casually.

Your eyes widened as you turned to look at him in shock. Again you wanted to reply but Tom tugged your arm and started stepping forward.

"Oh, looks like it's our time to shine."

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you walked down the aisle, seeing familiar faces as a blush rose to your cheeks before you both separated at the alter, leaving an empty spot between you and Harrison.

You pretty much forgot all of the nervousness when you watched your beautiful best friend come down the aisle with her dad. Harrison was tearing up and you were fighting back your own.

The ceremony began and throughout it, you and Tom continued to look past the couple and steal glances of each other.

When the vows finally came, you actually were crying, pulling a hidden tissue from your bouquet to dab your eyes as you watched with a watery grin. They had written their own vows.

You still couldn't help but watch Tom, though, as the two professed their love in front of everyone.

When they finished, the minister was given the rings and the most important part came.

"Now, Harrison, do you take Rebecca to be your wife? Will you love and cherish her for the rest of your days?"

The groom said I do, but you could only see Tom mouthing the same words to you.

When Rebecca was asked the same thing, you couldn't help but mouth the same words, too.

With that came a kiss and the declaration of marriage, with each couple again pairing off to run down the aisle.

You didn't have time to talk to Tom though, as you were whisked away with the bridal party to have a glass of celebratory wine before dinner as you waited to enter the reception.

That dinner again went on without a hitch, with both you and Tom making pre-written speeches about the couple before the first dance.

Once the DJ turned up the music, everyone was out on the dance floor having a good time when he slowed it down again for couples to dance to.

You were prepared to walk off when a hand caught your arm.

It was Tom.

"Dance with me," he beckoned, and you couldn't bring yourself to say no.

You slow danced in silence, trying to figure out what to say as he twirled you around.

"So..." you started.

"Don't feel bad about Alaina," he immediately replied.

"But I'm the reason you broke up."

"No, I am. You were right that neither of us were handling things correctly. I should have never told you her personal business behind her back. I'm sorry for doing that to you, too."

You gave a lopsided grin.

"It's okay. I get why you did. I'm probably the best person you could've gone to anyways. I'm guessing you also apologized to her?"

"Yeah. I did last night but then I called her this morning and we talked it out. We should've broken up a long time ago. I wish I had listened to you back then."

You raised your brows.

"So you actually remember all the stuff I pointed out?"

"Just because I ignored it doesn't mean I didn't hear it. I was just too stupid and puppy-blind to see how much you actually cared."

You hummed as you wrapped both hands around his neck, stepping a little closer. He rubbed your back as he went to speak again.

"She was right, too. You are the one I really love. I meant it when I said 'I do.'"

"So I didn't just imagine that?"

"Just as much as I imagined you replying," he smirked. You smiled and bit your lip.

"I never wanted you to find out this way. I wanted to tell you the day you told me about her."

"It's probably for the best."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" You were confused at what he meant.

"Because now everyone we know can see firsthand that you're the one I love," he answered.

You were about to ask what that meant when he tipped up your chin, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as the song ended. When you pulled away people were moving around so that Rebecca could throw the bouquet.

"You know what?" she announced. "I think I just need to do this."

Everyone watched as she marched over and handed you the bouquet directly, causing cheers to ring out around you.

"Now you just gotta say I do!" she exclaimed.

You looked up at Tom and he smiled down at you.

"I did."

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A/N: okay half of me hates this bc I can't imagine how obnoxious this would be if it happened in real life but also it's kinda 🥺

Lemme know how you feel! Wedding szn had me in my feels again this year so I couldn't resist. If you liked this I'd suggest checking out the objection because it's also got angsty wedding vibes oop

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