#the giggling in the background... i get it

[greentrickster]

The funniest thing about reading fandom stuff on the Saja Boys, as someone with a background in the performing arts, is the sheer number of people commenting on how Jinu must have worked his butt off to find four random demons and teach them to be Kpop stars while also running everything behind the scenes for all the technical stuff.

And like, yes, that's a super funny headcanon, I've absolutely been giggling at them.

But also, with my personal experience with the performing arts... absolutely no way Jinu was the only performer Gwi-Ma got onto his side. Like, the I've met people in way better circumstances than Jinu who would absolutely sell their soul to make it big. And the fact that all five of these guys look extremely similar to Jinu even in their demonic forms indicates, to me at least, that there's a good chance that they were all former human musicians themselves.

Therefore, with all this in mind, I will put forth the humble suggestion:

Jinu didn't round up a random group of demons behind Gwi-Ma's back and train them from the ground up.

Jinu held freaking auditions behind Gwi-Ma's bacl and brutally narrowed it down American Idol style to the best of the best in order to assemble a crack team for his plan, and the other four members were the ones who made the cut.

"But Trickster, he was the only one who would get anything from Gwi-Ma for doing this, what would the other four be doing this for?"

For the chance to be performing in front of tens of thousands of adoring fans and be worshiped as an idol, naturally. I mean, have you seen the things real-world people will go through to get a chance at that? And these guys have already sold their souls for a chance at this, why not team up with the best performer in the demon realm for another chance at it?

Also, I think Baby was in charge of their TikTok account. He's just got that vibe to him, you know?

[yasministration]

be my baby - harry potter

concussions and interruptions au summary: another night at the potter household reveals that you love one of harry's least favourite songs, and his dad's all time favourite. wc: 1k+ cw: kissing, so much fluff, highly recommend pressing on the link in bold when you get to that point!

The night surrounding you is calm, despite the bustling energy in the Potters’s backyard. There’s an old tune playing in the background that Harry’s dad and his friends sing to, freely being dorks, his mother sat on the patio sofa with her own friends around her. It’s nice getting to know Harry’s extended family, you think. You had no idea he and Neville grew up so close to each other, but the shy boy’s parents fit so well in the Potters’s little bubble.

Neville is busy tonight, Alice had told Harry with a glint in her eyes. A date, but I’m sure you already knew.

Harry had shrugged his shoulders, trying to act nonchalant for Neville’s sake, but you had nodded excitedly, having heard all about it from Luna herself. “They’re gonna get married, Mrs. Longbottom, I already know.” And somehow the Longbottoms immediately loved you.

When you and Harry disappeared from their sight, Harry tugging you away from the adults, they had both raised their eyebrows at Lily and James, commenting their own approval of their son’s girlfriend. Now, Frank is busy James, Sirius and Marlene, singing along to the music while throwing a quaffle around as they zoom around on their brooms in the backyard. Lily, Alice, Remus and Mary enjoy a conversation filled with laughs, eyes trained on their partners in the air.

However, Lily occasionally glances down to ensure you and Harry are okay. You’ve hidden away from them, sitting near the lake. Harry’s back is leaning against the thick trunk of a tree, one leg folded up whilst the other rests on the grassy floor. You sit between his legs, back to his chest, and Harry plays with your hair, the laughter around you being the only sound between you.

Harry’s free hand rests against his leg, fingers intertwined with yours. He sighs happily, wondering only for a moment what’s going through your head. But then suddenly, as the music changes and the familiar melody of his dad’s favourite jazz song comes up, you jerk away from him, your head snapping back towards the house.

Harry grimaces “Sorry. My dad’s music-” “I love this song!” Harry blinks rapidly, not expecting the wide grin that overtakes your features, your loud exclamation taking him aback. You scramble upwards, hauling him up with you by the hand still tangled with his. Neither of you notice the way James Potter lands on the ground, abandoning his broom to tug his wife into his arms, dramatically singing the lyrics out loud to her, as though he was falling in love all over again.

So won’t you please? Be my, be my baby?

You giggle as Harry’s arms loop around your waist, a boyish smile on his face. You cup his face in your hands, pressing your lips to his once before pulling away, stroking his cheeks as you sing along to the words. “I’ll make you happy baby, just wait and see!”

Harry swallowed thickly, eyes dipping to your lips. He always used to groan when the song came up, looking away from his parents as his dad twirled Lily into his arms, singing lovingly at her. But as you serenaded him, Harry decided he loved this song. Maybe it wasn’t so bad when the lyrics were aimed at him.

“For every kiss you give me, I’ll give you-” You were cut off by the press of Harry’s lips against yours, the kiss broken by your joyful giggles. Harry grins, forehead resting against yours as the song continues blaring in the background. He is acutely aware of his dad’s voice in the background, and he doesn’t doubt that James is holding Lily in his arms. But Harry cannot physically care less when you are pushing him back against the trunk, your hands laid flat on his chest as you capture his lips with yours again.

His fingers curl around the curve of your hips, tugging your body closer to his. Harry is sure you can feel his racing heartbeat beneath the palm of your hand as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

From across the backyard, Lily Potter’s back is pulled towards her husband’s chest, and the pair sways slowly with wide smiles on their faces. “I’m glad someone else appreciates my taste in music.” James whispers against his wife’s temple. Lily laughs, mumbling “Did you see what she did?”

“What, you mean only make our son actually enjoy the song he has complained about for eighteen years? Yes, I saw, honey.”

“She’s the one, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, love, I think she is.”

You break the kiss, Harry’s lips parting from yours with a loud squelch, and you can see the redness tinting his cheeks in the soft moonlight. You shriek as Harry’s fingers run up your sides with a gentle squeeze to tickle you, laughing softly as you squirm in his hold. Your boyfriend chuckles, pulling you into his body. You sigh happily, resting your head on his chest as you loosely hold him, hands on his back to hug him back.

“So, would you be my baby? Forever?” Harry finally asks in a whisper, voice suddenly shy. Lifting your head off his shoulder, you feel your lips tug up into a smile. You are so inexplicably happy. “Yeah. I’ll be your baby forever. Only if you’ll be mine too.” Harry’s chest bubbles with a joyful laugh and he digs his face in the crook of your neck, hiding his flushed cheeks from you.

A gust of wind has a shiver running down your spine, and Harry pulls away from the hug to wordlessly tug his jumper off. You don’t have time to deny his jumper before he’s forcing it over your head and guiding your arms into the sleeves. So instead, you just smile, letting him steer you into the position you were previously in, back against his chest as you curl up on the floor.

Your voice cuts into the comfortable silence once more, smiling to yourself as you asked “Does that mean we’re gonna get married then?”

“Uh, yeah. Thought we already confirmed that.”

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[jihyoruri]

◟  𐀶 .. ⠀YN’S FIM-LOG richgirl!yn

𝜗℘ from the richgirl!yn series.

— BONUNS CHAPTER

richgirl ⭢ that girl (she’s delicious) ⭢ idon’t smoke ⭢ pretty when you cry ⭢ homesick ⭢ super rich kids ⭢ girl, so confusing ⭢ take your mask off ⭢ carmen ⭢ untitled ⭢ reflections

𝜗℘ ͘ ⴰ [FIM-LOG] yn vlog #6 shopping, friends, practices and a special guest? we’ll give you a hint “dramaaaa”| 1.4M views

the video starts abruptly, the screen blurry for a second before it clears up, focusing on the faces of girls' generation on their 1st asia tour poster. soft giggles echo from behind the camera, yn’s laugh unmistakable. a moment later, the camera tilts and she turns it towards herself, her face filling the frame with a bright smile.

⋆˙⟡  I had to bless you guys with the faces of my mothers ⋆˙⟡

her voice is sweet but you can tell she just woke up, with her pretty pink sleep mask resting on the top of her head, “I realized I haven’t filmed a vlog for you guys in a while, I’ve been ghosting you guys.” she laughs at the camera, “so I’ll be taking you guys along with me for the this week, I’m going to la in a week so this is the best time, you guys can pack with me.”

her voice is soft and a little raspy, the kind that makes it obvious she just woke up. a pretty pink sleep mask is pushed up on top of her head as she smiles at the camera.

"it's 9:30 am.” she says, turning her phone toward the camera, showing off her lock screen, a funny photo of ningning from aespa.

"I normally wake up earlier than this, like 5 am and I go practice.” she adds, then pauses, a small awkward silence hanging in the air.

⋆˙⟡  should I have said that? lol ⋆˙⟡

“but I felt extra tired and I also have brunch to get ready for with a surprise guest, so let’s get ready, I take extra long.”

the video cuts to yn softly humming along to "rewind" by wonder girls as she flicks through her closet. she pulls out a pink, long sleeved v neck shirt with the chanel logo bedazzled across the front, holding it up proudly for the camera and giving a quick thumbs up. tossing the shirt onto her bed, she strolls over to a tall pink shelf lined with fluffy baskets. after a moment of rummaging, she pulls out a short denim skirt with fluffy trim around the bottom, flashing it to the camera with another enthusiastic thumbs up.

the video cuts to yn singing along to "something” by girl’s day as she carefully dabs glitter onto her already smoky eye.

⋆˙⟡  I don’t understand why people stopped do their makeup like this… so boring ugh ⋆˙⟡

the video cuts to a close up of yn’s eye filling the frame, her unmistakable laugh breaking the silence. she quickly zooms out to reveal her whole face, grinning.

"i'm gonna show zuha my outfit and see what she thinks," she says, bouncing a little in place.

the video jumps to yn walking down a hallway, the camera slightly shaky as she hums a soft "morning" and pushes open a door. in the background, kazuha’s sleepy voice answers.

"what do you think?" yn asks brightly, flashing a wide smile at the camera. there's a small pause.

"you look nice... it's cute," kazuha says, her voice soft and a little shy.

"it's hot, right?" yn adds, casually chewing a piece of gum. kazuha bursts out laughing at her words, the sound echoing down the hallway.

the video cuts to yn with her hands resting on a steering wheel wrapped in pink fluff. she adjusts her mirrors casually before slipping on a pair of dior sunglasses.

"I don't drive much... or like, at all," she says, shrugging innocently. "but my car is so pretty, so I felt like using it today."

there’s a small pause. yn glances at the camera, her eyes wide.

"I forgot my id," she says, sounding half guilty, half amused. "I wanted to bring it just in case..." she looks around dramatically, thinking. "it's whatever. if something happens, all they need is my face."

she laughs before holding her hands up to the camera, showing off her chunky pink nails. "anyways, look at my nails  cute, right?"

she glances at the road ahead, a little panicked.

"okay, okay, I need to go."

the video cuts to yn sipping on a strawberry bubble tea, her glossy lips pursed around the straw.

 ⋆˙⟡ I made a bit of a stop.. ⋆˙⟡

“she’s taking so long,” yn sighs, glancing toward the passenger side with exaggerated impatience.

right on cue, the car door swings open and a cheerful sound effect plays as yizhuo slides into the seat, dramatically tossing her bag in back.

they turn to look at each other, completely silent for a moment, then burst into laughter, the kind that shakes your shoulders and makes the camera blur a little.

“finally,” yn grins, “do you know how long I waited?”

“you had bubble tea, don’t be dramatic,” yizhuo shoots back, grabbing the cup and taking a sip without asking.

“hey!” yn gasps, laughing again.

while yizhuo casually sipped from yn’s drink, yn turned to the camera mounted on her dashboard.

“okay, so we’re gonna grab some food first and then…” she paused dramatically, her eyes lighting up,  “shopping!”

yizhuo laughed, shaking her head. “when I told minjeong unnie we were going shopping, she gave me the most horrified look, because we always go over the limit we set for ourselves.”

yn threw her head back with a loud laugh. “oh my god, remember when we were trainees and I stole my dad’s card and we went crazy at the mall?”

yizhuo let out a scream at the memory, smacking yn’s arm. “that’s literally the only thing your dad knows me for it’s so embarrassing!”

 ⋆˙⟡okay we need to stop talking ⋆˙⟡

the clip cuts to yn holding the camera at a low angle, showing her and yizhuo with their arms linked as they strut into the restaurant, their play forms clicking in sync on the pavement.

the video then shifts to a shot from behind yizhuo now holding the camera, filming yn’s back as she chats with the host about their reservation. yn’s posture is confident, voice soft but composed.

from behind the lens, yizhuo quietly mumbles, “mama,” stifling a laugh.

yn immediately whips her head around with a dramatic scrunch of her nose, “what did you just call me?” she hisses, mock offended.

yizhuo loses it, laughing even harder as the screen shakes slightly from her giggles.

the video cuts to yn and yizhuo sitting side by side in a sleek, dimly lit booth the kind of place where even the water probably costs extra. the warm glow from the overhead lights gives their skin a soft highlight as yn adjusts the camera, trying to balance it against the salt shaker.

“heyyyy,” yn drawls, stretching the word out as she leans forward, fussing with the angle. “wait, this thing won’t stay still.”

before she can get it right, yizhuo suddenly holds up her phone to the camera, revealing a 

 0.5 photo of yn fast asleep, mouth slightly open.

yn gasps, smacking the phone down with wide eyes. “stop! you’re literally so annoying.”

yizhuo bursts out laughing, collapsing into yn’s shoulder as yn rolls her eyes dramatically.

without missing a beat, yn reaches into her designer bag and pulls out a sparkly pink lip gloss, popping the cap and retouching her lips with practiced ease.

“there wasn’t even anything wrong you didn’t need a touch up,” yizhuo said, eyeing yn as she tucked her gloss back into her bag.

“it felt like there was,” yn replied with a shrug, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. then, without missing a beat, she added, “you should totally try this brand though. I feel like it would look so good on you.”

yizhuo perked up. “really? okay, send it to me. right now.”

the clip cuts to yn holding the menu open with manicured fingers, both girls glancing up at the waiter.

“I’ll have the tempura udon,” yn says confidently, then gestures toward her friend, “and she’ll have the kitsune udon. that’ll be it for now, thank you.”

the next cut shows steaming bowls being placed in front of them. the soft clatter of dishes and faint instrumental music in the background set the cozy mood.

without hesitation, they dig in chopsticks moving fast as they each sneak bites from the other’s bowl.

“yours is better,” yizhuo mumbles with her mouth full.

“mine is always better,” yn responds, already reaching over with her chopsticks again.

 ⋆˙⟡ it’s true ⋆˙⟡

the clip cuts to yn and yizhuo back in yn’s car, the sun starting to dip outside as soft music plays in the background. yizhuo’s eyes are glued to her phone while yn adjusts the camera back onto the dashboard.

“can you put in the directions?” yn asks, buckling her seatbelt with a casual glance her way.

“yeah, yeah…” yizhuo mumbles, fingers tapping the screen. then under her breath, “I’m scared.”

yn immediately turns to her, wide eyed. “scared? why?”

yizhuo bites back a laugh. “because you’re such a bad driver.”

yn gasps, offended, as yizhuo continues, grinning, “you’re like cher from clueless . except somehow... you actually got your license.”

yn dramatically turns her head away “wow. I’m just gonna ignore that and take you calling me cher as a compliment.”

the clip cuts to a sparkling chanel bag on display, the camera zooming in just as yn lets out an excited squeal offscreen.

despite being an official ambassador and coming from a family that’s represented the brand for decades, she still lights up like it’s her first time stepping into a boutique.

“should I get this one?” yn asks, turning the camera to capture both her and yizhuo, their wrists draped in designer shopping bags like accessories.

“it’s so pink and prettyyy,” she coos, dragging out the words as she holds the bag up to her cheek, eyes wide.

yizhuo leans in to give it a quick once over, then nods with zero hesitation. “get it.”

yn gasps like it’s the validation she’s been waiting for. “okay. say less.”

the camera shakes slightly as she giggles, already walking it over to the register.

i the clip cuts to yizhuo standing behind the camera, filming inside the boutique. the store is completely empty, velvet ropes blocking off the entrance like a private event.

she slowly pans the camera across the polished interior, shelves lined with glimmering accessories, the soft hum of ambient music playing in the background.

“this is what happens when a moon walks into a chanel store,” she says dryly behind the camera, a teasing lilt in her voice.

the shot shifts back to yn at the register, casually handing over her card. she turns over her shoulder, catching the camera and flashing a knowing smile, lip gloss catching the light.

the video cuts back to yn and yizhuo in the car, the backseat now overflowing with sleek shopping bags, definitely expensive looking ones.

the two are hunched slightly toward the center console, sharing a giant chocolate cookie croissant wrapped in delicate bakery paper.

“that,” yn says as she tears off a piece, “was a very successful shopping trip.”

“that was amazing,” yizhuo agrees, her mouth already full, nodding like it was a spiritual experience.

they both burst into quiet laughter, crumbs on their lips, yizhuo leans over causing her croissant flakes to fall on yn’s lap.

yn gasped and pushed yizhuo’s head back causing the girl to laugh harder.

the video cuts to the unexpected close up of a familiar face, aespa’s leader, jimin leaning into the car window with her arms casually draped over the top of the door.

she tilts her head slightly, eyes flicking to yn with a look that lingers just a little too long as yn adjusts the camera on the dashboard.

she peeks inside with a lazy smile as yn turns the camera away from her, placing it back on the dashboard to capture the moment.

“I just dropped yizhuo off,” yn says, glancing at jimin with a grin, “but she insisted on saying hi.”

jimin gives a small wave to the camera, then glances around the interior of the car eyes widening slightly at the mountain of shopping bags filling the backseat.

“you shop way too much,” she deadpans, raising a brow at yn.

“it’s called retail therapy.”

the video cuts to yn sitting cross-legged on her bedroom floor, a pink hard shell suitcase cracked open in front of her. her room is dimly lit with soft pink lights twinkling behind her, and a few shopping bags scattered around.

“okay, I need to start packing,” she sighs dramatically, brushing her hair behind her ear

 ⋆˙⟡ I’m the worst at packing ⋆˙⟡

she holds up the pink chanel bag from earlier, turning it side to side under the light like she’s appraising a diamond.

“should I bring this with me? or is it, like… too flashy?” she asks the camera like it’s a trusted friend, raising a brow.

cut to her pulling out four pairs of platform sandals in various pastel shades and one pair of classic chanel ballet flats.

“okay, I’m gonna rotate through these,” she says, lining them up neatly like soldiers. “they go with literally everything I packed, trust me.”

she continues holding pieces up to the camera tiny tops, sparkly accessories, a whole lineup of mini perfumes chatting casually before spinning around to her speaker.

“wait. we need music.”

she hits play, and “piece of me ” by britney spears starts blasting as she lip syncs dramatically, hairbrush in hand, tossing clothes into the suitcase between twirls.

suddenly, soft little footsteps echo in the background. the door creaks open and shiro, chaewon’s fluffy white dog, trots into frame like he owns the place.

“oh my god, shiro?” yn gasps, pausing mid pack as the dog runs straight over to her, tail wagging.

she sits on her floor and scoops him up into her lap, laughing. “are you gonna help me pack? ”

shiro just stays in her lap as yn presses a kiss to the top of his head.

yn adjusts the camera one last time as she zips up the suitcase halfway, still sitting cross legged on the floor with shiro curled up in her lap.

“okay guys, I’m gonna call some of my friends in la now,” she says with a cheeky smile, picking up her phone. “you may or may not see me on their youtube channels soon…”

she leans in slightly, glancing left and right with mock secrecy. “who knows?” she shrugs. “but anyways—”

she lifts a hand and gives the camera a cute little wave, “talk soon, love youuu.

just as she reaches to end the clip, her bedroom door creaks open again.

“shiro—” chaewon’s voice comes from the hallway, only for her to pause when she sees the dog sitting comfortably in yn’s lap. she blinks.

“oh.”

chaewon just stands there for a beat, “okay.”

she turns around and silently walks back out, gently closing the door behind her.

⋆˙⟡ vlog end ⋆˙⟡

[7-deadly-cats]

killing me softly | extra ☆

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rafe has a solo session in his room thinking of you 18+ // mdni

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K M S M A S T E R L I S T | <- C H . 2 0 | C H . 2 1 ->

✿ C O N T E N T W A R N I N G ✿ EXPLICIT content (18+ MDNI), smut, strong language, male masturbation, needy!rafe, slight possessiveness, imagined scenarios [oral & handjob (m receiving), inexperienced / kinda soft dom reader], hints at praise kink & sub!rafe, reader implied but not present, viewing her from slightly sexualized to pure yearning, post nut clarity hitting this boy hard (me too after writing this lmfao)

✿ W O R D C O U N T ✿ 2.3k

✿ A / N ✿ kinda wanted to drop this without saying anything bc EMBARRASSING but yeah. that's like my 3rd smut fic in my whole life so hahahhaha and i only proofread like twice so maybe this is complete nonsense and i feel fucking weird for making my smut fics so long and detailed help. ok. haha. enjoy. feel like i ruined kms!rafe with this BUT WELP, too late now. if you feel comfortable, lmk what you think (comment or ask idc) <3 xx ᓚᘏᗢ

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As soon as the front door of Tannyhill shut behind him, Rafe went straight upstairs. The faint sound of some awful drama series coming from the living room—probably Rose staying up late, sipping on her third glass of wine (sure, yeah, of course, what fucking else was his dad’s wine cellar for if not that).

Whatever.

He didn’t care about saying hi to that bitch. As long as Rafe could avoid her, he would.

Completely wrecked from this crazy-ass day, he let the door to his room fall shut behind him, letting out a heavy exhale. Keys, phone, and wallet landed on his nightstand with a dull thud, the silence in his room almost immediately suffocating him without any kind of background noise around.

No annoying people arguing about annoying shit. No shitty movie blasting in the background. No soft giggles or amused scoffs, no teasing chuckles or dumbass jokes. No laughter. No soft jingle of a bracelet.

No one here to fill this gut-wrenching silence that felt like a deep low after a coke-induced high.

Fuck.

He’d said goodbye to you what, ten, maybe twenty minutes before ordering a shitty Uber to get home (the same old lady driving as earlier), and he already wished your presence back.

You’d offered to drive him home but he’d seen the sleepiness in your pretty half-lidded eyes. Shit, Rafe was dead tired himself, and still, he could’ve spent the whole damn night with you awake, driving around, letting you babble about shit that excited you, and just enjoy you being there with him.

He’d even joked about you coming home with him to continue your bonding session over here (no sketchy intentions, alright), but you’d just laughed in that sweet way of yours and rolled your eyes, hugging him goodbye, not realizing that—yeah—Rafe had meant it.

Whatever he’d felt with you on that shitty lounge bed tonight... he didn’t even have the words. It had felt like the best parts of weed and coke combined—deep relaxation, and yet, such a rush of euphoria and energy.

Your warm body pressed against his, your sweet scent lingering between you, the way your hand had rested on his stomach, your head on his chest. The way you’d kept glancing up at him with that cheeky smile of yours while rambling about something.

The fact you’d chosen to stay with him. Twice.

Twice, you’d made the decision to stay, and twice, Rafe had felt like he’d won the damn jackpot. And then, a third time, you’d picked him out of everyone else to spend the rest of the night with.

And now that warmth of your body was gone, your perfume left behind at your place, your head now resting on a pillow instead of his chest.

Shit. Rafe wanted you back.

He didn’t even fight the feeling, that pull. Why the fuck should he? He liked you. Being around you felt good. Feeling you close felt good.

Shit, it felt right.

And now he wished he hadn’t turned his desire for you to stay over into a joke but instead voiced it like an actual invitation.

Fuck. But that would’ve been so fucking pathetic and embarrassing, and you’d probably think he just wanted to hook up with you, or worse, that he was some kind of loser who couldn't be alone. Especially after he’d begged you not to leave him during that argument in the parking lot.

Thing was, he didn’t even need you curled up against him. Just... just be there. Lying next to him. Hearing the sound of your breathing as you slept a few inches away, feeling how the blanket rose and fell with every inhale.

Just feel your presence. Knowing you were there. Maybe, one more time, hearing you say that you’d work things out with him. That you’d figure shit out together.

That you wouldn't leave.

Shit, seriously, though, what the fuck was up with him that he was so needy all of a sudden?

Ugh, he was too tired to even question it.

Rafe let out a heavy breath, ran a hand through his hair, and undressed. Polo and shorts tossed onto the desk chair, socks on the floor. Too tired to even brush his teeth or wash his face, let alone take a shower. He'd do that shit tomorrow morning.

So, he just slipped under the blanket big enough for two, and leaned back against the bed, resting his head against the frame.

This fucking day had drained everything out of him.

Nah, psycho bitch Ruthie had.

Shit. Eugh. Fuck, no. He didn’t want to waste a single more thought on this crazy bitch.

So, maybe he could... nah, that was crazy.

But the sudden urge to call you hit him hard. Just hear your voice, your giggle, maybe even see your pretty face and smile on FaceTime one last time before falling asleep, and--Fuck.

The thought of you picking up, lying in bed in some cute little pajamas, braless underneath... shit, maybe you even slept naked—who the fuck knew—didn’t even matter.

Because, now that the image was in his mind, right now, he didn’t just want to hear or see you.

He needed to feel you.

Your body against his, clinging to him like earlier, spending him warmth and comfort as you were pressed against him in whatever clothes you'd decided to sleep in.

Or not sleep in.

Fucking shit. Rafe could already feel his blood rushing downward again.

And then, the image of your dress riding up your thighs earlier popped up in his head. The way it had revealed that soft skin underneath, the way your knee had found his when you were pressed close, and by God—your tits.

The way they’d pressed against the side of his chest while you were babbling about something he couldn’t even remember anymore, some shit about how to handle the Ruthie situation or whatever, and—

Too late.

His cock had already finished the thought, now pressing tightly against his boxers.

Fuck.

You'd made him hard again. For the second fucking time tonight.

But before he could second-guess or talk himself down from this sudden wave of need, he shifted downward into a more comfortable position, buried his head in the upper half of his pillow, and pushed his boxers down past his ankles.

Shit, what, he didn’t even need the lube in his nightstand—precum already gathered at the tip of his hardened length, the tension of today catching up to him. The need right there.

The moonlight cast soft shadows over his abs through the large windows behind him as Rafe spread his legs slightly, shifting them upward a little while he threw off that fuckass annoying blanket in frustration. One hand came to rest on his bare thigh, while the other wrapped around his already throbbing member.

Okay, fuck it.

As he closed his eyes, he let his head fall back against the pillow, letting out a deep tensed breath, and began moving his hand—slowly, instinctively—stroking up and down, spreading the already collected fluid over his tip and along his length for better glide.

His mind jumped from one image to the next, trying to find some kind of girl he could think of, some hot chick he'd already had beneath him, or hell, shit, maybe even fucking Megan Fox in that Transformers movie.

Yeah. Yeah, why not. The way she'd looked in that way too tight jeans shorts, bending over one car, and--

Shit.

You.

Without warning, his entire mind flooded with images of you, washing away every image or hint of any other girl. Instead, a kaleidoscope with snippets of you flashed in his head.

Your pretty face, those beautiful eyes, your addictive smile, and god—those lips he’d stared at way too often today.

Shit.

He could only wonder how those same lips might feel wrapped around his length. Warm and wet, those pretty eyes looking up at him, shy and embarrassed, probably wondering if you were doing a good job, eyes widening a little as you slowly took all of him in.

Fuck.

Rafe had to bite down on his lip to stifle a groan, his breathing now shallow, movements more deliberate.

Shit, just the thought of you trying to get him off, sitting all awkward in front of him, unsure of what to do, how to even place your hand. And how sheepishly you’d chuckle, face flushed, eyes wide and uncertain as your fingers hesitantly wrapped around his hardened length, softly stroking up and down, nervously asking things like, “Am I doing it right?” or “Like this?” and fuuck, yeah—Yeah! Exactly like that.

This time, Rafe couldn’t hold back the quiet groan that escaped his lips as he kept moving his hand, hips twitching upward for a second, his rhythm now quicker.

Fuck, honestly? Just the idea of you touching him in any way made his heart race like crazy. Not just sexually, shit no, it felt like, with you, Rafe craved a deeper kind of touch.

And tonight—you clinging to him like that on the lounge bed, all cozied up to him—that had awakened this crazy kind of longing. This insanely deep feeling in his chest Rafe didn't even know existed.

Shit, he didn’t even know, he just—

He just wanted to sink into you. Bury his face in your neck and forget everything else. Wanted you to hold him like that forever. Stroke his hair. Tell him he didn’t have to be anything but this.

So, a different kind of scene appeared in his head.

Your hands on his biceps as you sat on his lap (clothed or not, he couldn’t care less), legs resting on either side of his hips. Your fingers traced over his collarbone, drifting down his chest and abs, brushing gently over his skin as a warm laugh slipped from your lips. Your breath ghosting across the skin of his shoulder as Rafe pulled you closer by the waist, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone, breathing in that goddamn addicting scent of yours, head buried in the crook of your neck while your arms slung over his shoulders.

A quiet whimper left Rafe's lips at the thought of you hugging him close like that, soft fingers brushing over the bruise on his cheek, carefully and gently, and how you'd kiss the very same spot afterward, once, twice, twenty times, whispering that everything was okay.

Sliding your fingers through his hair as you told him once more that everything was fine, that you were there for him, that he wasn't alone in this new fucked up situation. That you were staying no matter what, no matter how much he'd fuck up.

That he was good despite how many things seemed to be wrong with him.

Shit.

Another low groan slipped out, Rafe's hand now desperate and more deliberate, slowly massaging the tip of his cock as his breathing came in shallow gasps, his mind hazy as the slick sound of his movements faded into the background.

“Shiit.”

He was so fucking close.

And then. His mind went back to the image of your hand around his length. You sitting between his legs on this bed, warm hand slowly working him, loving and gentle, your pretty eyes watching him watch you, lips swollen from how hard you’d been biting them out of nervousness and awkwardness, letting out soft, embarrassed giggles as he begged you to keep going.

And all the while your hand kept moving—up and down, sweet and gentle—that little bracelet around your wrist would jingle, those tiny metallic charms clinking together softly. A quiet reminder to anyone that you were Rafe’s girl--!

Friend.

That he was the one who'd given you that bracelet. That he was the one you'd chosen to lay with tonight, cozy up to, and press your body against.

Him.

Rafe.

Holy. Fucking. Shit. And then another quiet groan left his lips as he thought about every time you’d said his name tonight in that sweet voice of yours. And each time, he'd felt his heart skip a beat when those four letters had left your mouth as if his name purely existed to be called by you.

Shiiit.

He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to stifle a moan, legs tensing while the build-up threatened to tear him apart. But somehow he couldn’t push himself over the edge.

Why the fuck was he holding back? Why the fuck couldn’t he just— Why did he feel so fucking ashamed of getting off, no, shit—finishing to the image of you?

Fuck.

God, this felt so wrong. So horribly wrong and twisted. And yet—fuck, his head was filled with you and your stupidly pretty face, that sweet smile and teasing glimmer in your eyes, and Rafe couldn’t stop. He ached for this.

For your body, your face, eyes, smile, laugh.

You.

His toes curled as he pushed his head back deep into the pillow with a quiet whimper, breathing so uneven, fingers slick, just trying to relieve this pressure that you had caused.

��Oh fuck,” he groaned as low and quiet as he was capable of, trying hard not to make a sound that might carry through the walls, his other hand digging harshly into his thigh.

And then his mind went back to earlier.

Your upper body—your boobs—pressed up against his side as you looked at him, all sheepish and smiley. Face so close. Lips right there.

He could’ve just leaned in—just a little—or, fuck it, let his hand slip to your neck, thumb grazing your jaw as he pulled you toward him, giving in to the need to feel you close. Lips barely brushing yours, aching for the shape of your mouth, your taste.

Another whimper slipped past him as he thought of the surprised giggle you'd make when your chest pressed flush against his while he pulled you closer at the waist.

God, and the way your hands would clutch to his polo, a sweet and shy chuckle spilling into the kiss while his hands would find your butt to heave you onto him, your his bracelet jingling around your wrist in that movement.

And now, you fully seated on his lap, butt pressed on his crotch while you leaned forward, soft hands finding his cheeks as you pressed gentle kisses on his jaw, cheek, lips, and—

His hips jerked, legs tensing as a low, groaning “Fuuck” escaped his mouth, face twisted with release as it rushed right through him.

Warm seed spilled onto his lower stomach while his hand worked out every last bit of this insane climax. His cock twitched as his thigh muscles clenched, deliberately trying to massage the last bit of release out of him.

Finally, Rafe let out a heavy exhale, his clean hand going through his sweaty hair, the other slipping from his length and falling to the mattress as his length slowly softened against his stomach, twitching one last time.

Shit. He hadn’t even lasted five minutes.

And then, it hit him.

Almost instantly, shame and guilt crashed over him like a dark, heavy suffocating wave. As fast as the high had come, it had also faded just as quickly, replaced by a sick twisting feeling in his gut. Now all he felt was hollow. Gross. Like he’d crossed some invisible line.

Rafe just lay there, chest rising and falling, one hand sticky, his heart pounding like crazy—but for all the wrong reasons now.

The fact that he’d actually used you to get off—his new friend—to relieve this awful pressure.

Fuck.

Those images while being around you were already overwhelming, but doing this to those thoughts?

It just felt wrong. Shit, no, fucked up.

Yeah. Fucking great. Post-nut clarity hit him like a fucking truck.

And the worst part?

That pressure Rafe had believed to be just sexual tension—just pent-up frustration from not hooking up with some chick in a while—it hadn’t lifted at all.

Yeah, sure, great, the physical tension might’ve been gone for a little while now. But everything else?

That pull toward you. That need to be close to you. That aching desire to have you back against his body, hugging him close like there was no one else you'd rather be with than him.

Still very much fucking there.

And truth be told, even worse than before.

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Our Little Soda Pop: Chapter 3

Later on, the rest of that day went about as smoothly as it could go. During the recording, the boys did become a bit more touchy but Natasha simply chalked it up to nerves. She fought the urge to smirk everytime one of them tried to allude to something sexual. She was perfect at playing dumb. As if she couldn't smell their wanton arousal. She knew she triggered something and had perfect and total control. So much for their loyalty to Gwi-Ma.

She bet that if she asked them to, they would give up all alliance with the so-called king. Watching as the boys got through their last lines, Natasha had food brought in so they could eat something after singing for so long. Abby and Baby were the first to attack the food but after minor scolding, made sure to leave some for the other three. “You boys sounded great in there.” Natasha complimented as she fixed a plate for Mystery who practically became attached to her hip. “Thank you Ms. Natasha. We're one step closer to our goal in taking down the hunters.” Jinu replied after taking a few bites of his food.

“Jinu lean forward.” Natasha responded. As he did so, his eyes widened as Natasha took a napkin and wiped the corner of his mouth clean. “There we go. Oh? What's up Mystery?” Natasha asked, turning her attention back to the other idol. “Hey um miss manager? When do we get what Romance got this morning huh?” Abby asked, huffing a bit. “I think we all behaved ourselves today. Don't we deserve a little reward too? How come you touched him?” Baby added. “I don't have to explain myself to you and if you keep asking about it, you won't get it. Eat. You have a photoshoot later.” Natasha replied unbothered.

That evening as the boys wrapped up the last of their photos, Mystery watched as Natasha typed away on her phone with a serious expression. She was talking to someone about something important for them. He loved that about her. She was always working. She always looked so busy. Like she completely had her shit together. He adored that about her. However, he also wished she would take a break every now and then.

“Alright boys. Time to go! Max, I expect those photos by Friday!” Natasha spoke while ushering the band out the doors and into their van. “I call shotgun!” Abby shouted as he practically launched himself into the passenger seat. “You had it on the way over here Abs, let someone else get the seat.” “Ugh fine!” He huffed as he moved to the back and Jinu climbed in the front. The drive home was silent save for the silent music playing in the background.

After arriving home, while everyone scrambled to get in Natasha's bed, still, she asked to speak to Abby alone in the living room. “I know you didn't want to give up your seat but you still did because I asked. I like when you boys listen to me.” She smiled as she led him to the couch and sat him down. “It makes me happy knowing that you respect me that much.” She whispered before leaning down to kiss him sweetly.

Almost instantly, his arms were around her and bringing her down to his lap. “Do I get some lovin this time?” Natasha giggled slightly before nodding. “Yes you get one thing of your choice tonight.” The man wasted no time in choosing his reward. “I want your mouth on my cock. I need it Mistress… please~” He whined as he began to free his cock from the confines of his jeans. Looking down, Natasha smirked before pressing a quick kiss to his neck.

“You’re a big boy aren't you?” She then moved off his lap and settled on the floor in between his legs. “Nervous?” Abby chuckled. “Oh please. I've had bigger sweetheart.” Natasha sighed before leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of the large cock waiting to take sanctuary in her mouth. That was a lie. Natasha had her fair share of fun sure, but none of her past exploits were ever this well endowed. Taking the tip into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it, her ears perked up at the heavy breaths Abby was starting to take.

Slowly but surely, she started to bob her head on the erection. Taking more and more of the cock until it almost filled her mouth completely. Save for a few inches at the base. “Oh f-fuck… you look so hot…” Now, at this point she would have smirked and made a comment about how desperate he sounded, but doing anything but trying to fit the rest of the cock down her throat was impossible. “Mm… oh yea… keep going…” Abby moaned as he watched Natasha suck his cock.

Although he was definitely enjoying himself, he was also physically fighting the urge to take the older demoness by her hair and fuck her throat. Not because he was worried about her, oh no. He knew she could handle it. It was his own safety he was worried for. Getting on her bad side was something that was not on his list for that evening. Suddenly, he began to moan louder and his grip on the couch tightened as his eyes watched Natasha quicken her movements.

Humming around his cock, creating vibrations that added to the pleasure. “Shit! Y-yes! Please! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Unable to resist anymore, Abby grabbed a fistful of Natasha's hair and began to fuck her throat. Pushing her head all the way down to his crotch causing her to deep throat him. “Fuck!! Mistress! Your throat feels so good! Your mouth! Mm! Mm! Fuck! So good!” The sounds of her wet mouth fueling his desire and urge to paint her throat white.

“Cumming! Oh shit! I'm cumming!! Yes! Yes! Mistress!! I'm cumming!” Looking up at the man, the moment Natasha's eyes met those of Abby's he immediately came down her throat. Pushing her head all the way down to his crotch once more. “Mistress!!! Mm! Fuck!!!” It didn't take long for the man to come down from his high after Natasha pulled away from his cock. “You alright? I-i didn't mean to get that crazy.”

Natasha only laughed and smiled before standing from her position and kissed his forehead. “I'm fine hun. Are you ok? I didn't think you could sound so…whiny.” She laughed as she watched the man groan before standing as well. “Put that away and get ready for bed. I'll join you shortly.” Natasha smiled before grabbing her phone and walking into the elevator. She then dialed a number, while the elevator descended.

“Natasha. I am pleased to hear from you. How are the boys settling in?” Gwi-Ma asked. “Fine. That's the only update you're getting from me, asshole. Don't contact me anymore.”

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Chapter 4

[stargirlygirl]

you help zayne revise for mid-terms

zayne x fem!reader

summary: your bf has his mid-terms coming up, so you 'help' him revise back muscles

contains: fluff, slightly suggestive if you squint, college!au, reader pretends to have scoliosis for role play, 1.5k

It’s the middle of term, and you’ve just finished a quiz for one of your courses. Trudging back to Zayne’s dorm, you can’t help but smile a bit at the coral sky’s reflection on several buildings. The cool wind tints your nose tip red, the winter jacket you’ve got on proving ineffective against the Arctic gusts.

After taking the elevator to his floor, you head down the hallway and knock on your boyfriend’s door. You hear his voice from within, permitting you entry.

Pushing the door open, you sigh as soon as you see him. Slumped over his laptop, typing at a phenomenal speed while textbooks with anatomy diagrams clutter his desk. Those hazel eyes find you, his stoic features softening as you shimmy out of your jacket and kick off your shoes.

“How was your test?” Zayne asks quietly, pivoting his office chair to face you.

Throwing your scarf on top of your shoes, you huff, “It’s done now.” You flutter over to him and wrap your arms tight around his neck. He embraces you, his cold hands resting on your covered waist.

You sigh into his neck, “Was just the worst. There was all of this math and… I’m just glad it’s over.” He hums in acknowledgement, rubbing your back soothingly.

Drawing back, you keep your hands on your boyfriend’s shoulders as you ask, “How’s your revision going?”

“Fine,” he says nonchalantly. You glance at his various books and the notes he’s got up on his laptop.

Returning your gaze to him, you remark, “Looks… rough.” His micro-smile almost makes you swoon.

“It’s not so bad. You have to have a good memory. That’s all.”

“Mhmm,” you hum, taking up your rightful place on Zayne’s lap. His chilly fingers stroke your hair while he wheels his chair back in.

You remain curled into his side as he continues to study. No music is necessary; your ramblings every so often are the perfect background music for memorising muscle diagrams, too. His body heat warms you up in ways no electric heater can; not too hot or cold, and wayyyyy cheaper. He’s perfect.

Being the little shit you are, you slide your freezing hands down his sweater’s neckline and place them on his defined shoulder.

Zayne sighs, “Must you, dear?” Giggling, you kiss his jaw. A few seconds pass, and the silence is filled with his keyboard-smashing while you contemplate. Arriving at a decision, you remove one of your hands from his shoulder and run your fingers through his black locks. A little greasy. He’s probably been pulling all-nighters, you think.

“Zaynieeee,” you coo.

“What is it, darling?”

You grin sweetly, “Don’t you think you should take a break? Or a shower?” His whirring fingers still. Turning his head, your boyfriend stares at you dead-on. His sleep-deprived eyes search yours for any hint of playfulness.

“Do I smell that bad?” He finally mumbles, slender fingers tugging down his sweater. Before he can get a whiff, you cup his cheeks; both hands are thoroughly warmed up.

You clarify, “Not really. But your hair is kinda gross.” At your comment, he lets go of his sweater and touches his hair, feeling the built-up oil you’ve already had the grace of touching.

You try to persuade him to rest with, “And besides, you’ve been working really hard. Let’s just take a break.” But he shakes his head, a slight furrow marring his brow.

“I’ll shower tonight,” he mutters beneath his breath.

Rolling your eyes, you groan, “Come onnnnn, babe. Staring at your screen for so long will give you dry eyes. You know that, right, doc?” Reaching for the little bottle you didn’t notice at the corner of his chaotic desk, your boyfriend hands you his lubricating eye drops.

“God, what’s a girl gotta do to get some of your attention?” You huff, exasperated, setting the bottle down on one of his textbooks. You shuffle off his lap, but don’t get much further when Zayne catches your wrist. Gazing down at him, you try to tug your arm back, but he won’t let you have it.

Your boyfriend suggests, “Since you’re feeling so energetic, why don’t you help me with my revision?” He pulls you closer and releases your wrist in exchange for encircling his arm around your hips. With his other hand, he points to a labelled diagram of a person’s back muscles, presumably from his lecture slides.

“You can be the patient, and I’ll be the doctor. All you have to do is pretend you have scoliosis, while I identify which of your back muscles are troubled by the condition,” he explains. It’s quiet momentarily as you scrutinise the diagram and consider his offer. Warm halogen light bounces off his complexion as you stare at him.

“So, it’s like a role play?” You ask curiously.

“Yes,” he confirms, his thumb swiping back and forth over your hip bone.

“Okay,” you chirp, happy to lure your boyfriend away from his laptop, if only for a few minutes.

“So what do you want me to do?” You ask cheerily, stepping back as Zayne stands up. He towers over you, his cream sweater doing nothing to conceal his broad shoulders and fit frame. He tilts his chin up, signalling at his single bed in the corner.

It’s still a mystery how he sleeps in the tiny thing every night. You remember asking him if his feet dangled off the edge, to which he curtly replied, “No.” But still, you have your suspicions.

Walking over to the bed, you stand at the edge with your boyfriend following you.

“Am I supposed to lie down or…?”

“No. Bend over,” he instructs. Your eyes widen.

“Zayne!”

“As a moderate scoliosis patient, you experience pain in your mid to lower back. Thus, you find it difficult to bend over,” he informs you. But what to do with that information, you haven’t quite figured it out.

Bending to the side, you clutch your lower back and say in monotone, “Ow, my back hurts.”

“Where does your back hurt, Miss Patient?” Your ‘doctor’ asks, his voice sounding clinical.

“In my mid to low back,” you respond, straightening up. You swear Zayne’s moved closer. You can feel the tickle of his sweater and his heat seeping into your body from behind.

He requests, “Can you please lift your shirt?”

Breaking character, you twist back to face him and ask in shock, “What?” Indeed, your boyfriend has inched closer to you. There’s barely any space between your bodies as he gazes at you with the slightest smirk.

“I’d like to examine your back muscles and the curvature of your spine, Miss Patient,” Zayne responds in that robotic tone.

You pout, “Don’t you think you’re a little close, doc?” His Adam’s apple bobs as he shifts back, putting a short distance between you.

“My apologies,” he murmurs. Turning back around, you cross your arms and grab the hem of your long-sleeved tee.

Pulling it up a fraction, the air is frosty against your exposed skin. However, it seems you’re incapable of completing such a simple task, as your partner takes hold of your shirt and lifts it higher to reveal your mid-back.

“Did you go to the gym this morning?” Zayne asks tenderly, his icy fingertips ghosting the contours of your muscles.

You can barely conceal your smile as you tease, “You’re not being very professional, Dr Li… But for your information, yes, I did. I worked back and arms today.”

“I can tell,” he mutters.

“So, do you do this with all of your patients or…?”

“Just you,” he whispers. You chortle softly, feeling all giddy. Then suddenly, you’re betrayed by the one person you love the most.

His frigid hands splay on your low back.

You yelp, “Zayne! What the—?!” Your squeal cuts you off as he embraces your midsection and draws you back into him.

You squirm in his grasp, desperate to break free. But your cruel boyfriend is intent on using your plush flesh as a hand warmer, the same way you did to him. Your thrashing only encourages Zayne to walk you two forward. As your knees hit the bed frame, he sends you both crashing onto the mattress in a flurry of neutral linen and laughter.

Rolling over, you’re panting as you stare at him, your hands on either side of his head. He’s unrelenting, his hands palming your waist. You should just accept your fate.

You pout, “You’re such a meanie.”

Slithering one ice-cold hand out from your shirt and up to your cheek, Zayne guides your lips down to his. Capturing them in a sweet kiss, you giggle into his mouth. It’s lazy and sweet, your lips gliding over each other’s until you eventually separate and nuzzle his ear with your nose.

You whisper, “At least you brushed your teeth.”

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star girl's final words: everyone say thank you to my bestie who’s studying physio!!! we were chatting, cause she has her spot test coming up this friday, and she was showing me her lecture slides, and there was this shirtless guy with these labels on his back muscles. we were joking about how that’s gonna be me because i love working my back at the gym, and then she told me that she has to practise identifying muscles with her lab partners. thus, with a bajillion texts, this fic was born.

[saintormentor]

dirty voicemails c. s

in which . . . chris sends you voicemails of him fucking other girls after the breakup, but why did he call out your name?

content warnings . . . voicemail-style formatting, sexual content involving third parties, emotionally manipulative behavior, degradation / humiliation, possessiveness / jealousy, toxic relationship themes, crying during sex ( implied emotional breakdowns ), references to alcohol and intoxication, masturbation / audio voyeurism, implied dubcon ( in tone, not literal non-consent) , heartbreak / emotional distress, gaslighting / obsessive ex behavior, self-destructive language, graphic language, suggestive audio description breakup aftermath / longing

voicemail #1 . . . 1:24am

“mhm… fuck, yeah, just like that—shit, baby.” panting. soft moans in the background.

he laughs. smug, loose. definitely drunk.

“you hear her? she sounds better than you ever did beggin’ for it.”

a wet slap. another moan. his voice dips—low, cruel.

“i’d tell you to block me, but we both know you won’t.” click.

voicemail #2 . . . 11:09pm

music in the back. maybe a party. girls giggling.

“she’s got a tongue ring. you ever think about getting one?” he’s chewing gum.

a girl moans again. muffled.

“she’s gagging all over me. you’d probably cry.”

another voice, asking who he’s talking to.

“don’t worry ‘bout it, baby. just an old friend.” click.

voicemail #3 . . . 3:32am

quiet. rain pattering outside. just his voice this time.

“y’know, i woke up and reached for you. stupid, right?”

he sniffles. sighs.

“i miss the way you’d hum when you brushed your teeth.”

a pause. his breath hitches.

“whatever. fuck you. i’m fine.” click.

voicemail #4 . . . 9:14pm

“she doesn’t talk back. you’d hate her.”

a sharp breath. skin hitting skin again. he groans, dragging it out.

“she lets me do whatever i want. that’s what i wanted. someone more… obedient.”

silence.

“but she doesn’t make me feel shit.” click.

voicemail #5 . . . 1:47am

laughter. his. and a girl’s. slurred, obnoxious.

“nah, don’t worry, baby—she can’t hear this. but you can, can’t you?”

wet, squelching sounds. breathy moans.

he gets close to the mic. you can hear the bass in his chest.

“miss the way you used to sob for it. fuck. that was art.” click.

voicemail #6 . . . 4:56pm

“saw your new post.”

he sounds annoyed. possessive.

“you wore that top on our second date. what, tryin’ to send a message?”

“you looked good. like… too good.”

“i bet you’re fucking someone. he fuck you like i l do?” click.

voicemail #7 . . . 2:11am

there’s crying. not his.

“she’s crying. i told her i couldn’t stop thinking about someone else.”

a door shuts. a silence. then he breathes out.

“you fucking ruined me.”

long pause.

“you win.” click.

voicemail #8 . . . 5:03am

he sounds wrecked. raspy. low and drunk and unraveling.

“baby… fuck… fuck, you always took me so good—shit—i keep fucking them like they’re you.”

he moans. clearly jerking off.

“miss you. miss your thighs. your throat. your smart ass mouth. tight fucking cunt.”

a growl. a desperate groan.

“god, [your name]—fuck, i—”

click.

a / n . . . credits to whoever first came up with this! couldn’t find out who, but this is not my original idea! also, this series depicts an unhealthy, obsessive dynamic. not a romantic portrayal — read with caution and take care of yourself.

[mispelled]

Back on my wizardposting

[mona-risms]

AHH SHIT IT DELETED MY ASK AT LEAST I HAD EVERYTHING COPY AND PASTED CAUSE I KNEW SOMETHING WOULD GO HORRIBLY WRONG-

HELLO. In regard to the shaking apartment building post (that was me) I had to add to my bullshit:

2.0 magnitude level earthquake just for shits and giggles. Imagine your immediate neighbors while you're strapping Rumi:

"..That's odd. Whenever Rumi and (Reader) are fucking like animals spending quality time together, the entire apartment also coincidentally starts quaking, accompanied by disturbingly lewd ghost porn SFX (Rumi's demon voice)."

Quick interruption: My humor is officially broken because I find this hilarious. I've never thought so much about sex before and been 0% horny.

I mean, picture being in that position as someone who lives adjacent to Rumi and (Reader).

Pornographic moans with what sounds to be a REVERB (???) filter echoing through your ceiling/ walls every now and again because SOMEONE'S OVULATING. To make matters worse: You're worried that one day the entire building's gonna collapse on you because (Reader) is attempting to: a) Get your ultra-famous popstar singer neighbor pregnant OR b) kill her via ascension to cloud 9. MAYBE BOTH? WHO KNOWS.

Subby Rumi took "I'll rock your (and the entire block's) world" a little too seriously.

DUDE SHUT THE FUCK UP 😭😭😭 THERE'S MORE it's okay man both of our humours are fucked beyond comprehension

This reminds me of like when TV shows do a filler episode where instead of focusing on the main chrs, it's acc giving the spotlight to the background chrs instead as it shows off their day in the universe with said main chrs. Idk if that's obscure or what but I've seen it in like one or two places I swear

It gets funnier when you realise that while they still do get them, earthquakes are VERY rare in South Korea. For them to get it constantly, even if it's a very tiny 2.0, is like "oh my god. THE COMPLEX IS FALLING APART" when no not really you're just fucking her six ways to Sunday. Every time Rumi has a particularly explosive orgasm, seisometers would be moving and the next thing you know there's a fucking news report about it and how people should be careful in case it gets worse bc this is an unnatural phenomena 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 so honestly it won't be just you worried but the entire neighbourhood and the FUCKING COUNTRY TOO congrats!!!!!

BUT THE LEWD GHOST PORN COMMENT IS SO CRAZY HELLO????? It must be so wild to hear all of that and it suddenly waking you up in the middle of the night. All demons banished but then you've got RUMI being the reason why people are making up URBAN FUCKING LEGENDS about your particular block 😭 mission failed fucking successfully 😭

At least!!! She's feeling good!!!!!!! And by god she's genuinely mortified but Cannot Help It when she needs to feel your seed inside her 🤷‍♀️ but also she might lock herself away or avoid you for like a day or two out of a different sort of shame before she comes back bc she's still ovulating 😭😭😭😭😭

[starkeyszn]

⌇meeting golden retriever!rafe for the first time 𓂃 ⸝⸝

the club was packed, humid, and too loud for someone like you. someone who preferred quiet corners and matcha. your friends had begged you to come out tonight, with some resisting, and offers of free drinks, you were convinced.

you were clutching a glass of something orange and fizzy, a cherry placed on the rim of the glass.

until he spotted you from afar. rafe cameron. his eyes locking into yours.

you looked away—an instinct, not used to the attention of being on you.

he was making his way over—oh shit! he was walking over to you! wearing that precious smile, that made you wonder if he even knew how to frown.

“hey.” he breathed, sounding like he’d be waiting to speak to you all night. “uhm—i just saw you sitting here, and i thought you would like some company! not in a creepy way! just—i’m rafe!” he rambled.

you blinked, surprised by his tone, that his tone seemed genuine, not cocky, not pushy, just warm.

“i’m okay—” you smiled gently.

he tried to mask how his smile dropped, immediately feeling awkward, his palms going sweaty.

“i’ll just stand here for a second—” his eyes diverted to your drink, “is that a shirley temple?”

your hands were wrapped around the glass as you looked down, “yeah it is.”

“i love the cherries on them.” he grinned, “my sister says it’s my ‘kid at heart’ drink.”

you giggled, and that was his in.

he slipped himself in the booth, his chin resting in the palm of his hand.

you nearly talked for 2 hours—the music blending into the background as the both of you spoke, the conversation flowing easily. he asked your favourite hobbies—and if you liked dogs, only because he had one himself.

when you admitted you were nervous in crowds, he just nodded. “oh no, don’t worry—that’s cool. i get nervous in, like, libraries. all that silence? intimidating as hell.”

you smiled, finally feeling like you met someone who understood you, and when he noticed your smile he looked like he’d won the lottery.

eventually, he offered his hand — palm up, open, with no pressure behind it. “come dance with me. just one, i promise I’ll embarrass myself first.”

you hesitated, which he immediately noticed. you watched him, spin around, jumping around, “what are you doing?” you giggled.

“showing you that it’s okay, and nobody cares.”

your heart melted inside, nobody has done this for you, you stood up, joining him on the dance floor. “that’s the spirit!” he cheered, gently taking your hand and spinning you around.

“you haven’t asked me my name.”

“well what’s your name, pretty girl?”

you replied with your name, he repeated it, “suits you.”

“i’m rafe—rafe, cameron.” he added, making you smile at the addition of his last name.

and that’s how it started, not with some hookup but with soft laughter, and a boy who shined so bright you couldn’t help but lean towards him.

[23bilss]

billie long distance phone sex smut 👀👀

overseas

| ★ warnings ; phone sex, fingering, usage of (cunt)

| ★ note ; hallo.. this was rushed..

| ★ taglist ; @billiesmainwife @bilswifee @st0nerlesb0 @si1verl4ke

the light from your phone was bright, as you were laying on your back relaxing and thinking about how much fun you and billie are gonna have when she comes back from her tour.

she’s currently having a concert on a boat, which seems.. impossible.. but its something!

your phone buzzes, the light making a spot on the ceiling which isnt useful because you still cant see whos calling you.

when you rolled on your side to the way your phone was, it was the love of your life.

billie.

her messages popped at the top of the screen slowly

baby?

i need help im so fucking. horny.

please answer.

please mommy?

you loved when she begged, even though she was the top during this relationship she always begged, and begged, and begged.

she knew you had power over her and tried to listen to her best abilities, but shes just a bit hardheaded and did shit anyways.

you called her back, she answered on the third ring and all you heard was heavy breathing and slow wet noises in the background, her soft whimpers picked up and you blushed knowing she wanted you and only you to help her.

‘her special girl’ she always called you.

“mama?” she stuttered out and the noises stopped, the breathing from billie was the only noise filling the room.

“yes baby?” you whispered in the voice she always loved hearing, especially when your voice got low

she whines and you hear the sheets rubbing against her clothes, moving as she moves. so desperate for you to help her, so weak and tired.

“you want my help?” you asked, teasing her, knowing she already begged you heard her whisper ‘yes’ multiple times, the wet noises getting progressively louder.

“hey, hold it and talk to me baby.” she groans and everything stops, billie sighed and cleared her throat

“hi. i had i nice concert, the waves were so pretty i got distracted.” her voice was soft, and smooth.

like she was dying to talk to you all day.

“that sounds great baby, im glad you had a nice time,” you smiled and giggled, the way she was holding on for dear life with horny and being touch deprived

“what songs did you sing?” she was quiet then spoke.

“lunch, chihiro, my boy, halleys comet, everybody dies, xanny, the diner, getting older, your power, happier than ever, then male fantasy.” she was whining, slow and low.

you could hear her little whimpers here and there so you just let her go.

“you can go back to it now” she turned her camera on this time and set it up so you could see what she was doing.

before anything she popped her airpods in and started going, her fingers were pumping slow and steady.

“faster.” you whispered, and she started speeding up. the quickness of her fingers made her cunt wetter and wetter, juices flying everywhere.

“another finger, two isn’t enough.” you softly said and she stopped for a moment, then pulled her pointer finger in.

she started slow—getting used to the feeling. then she finally started speeding up. her soft moans were filling your bedroom and hers.

billie started slowing down, “i didn’t tell you to slow down eilish.” she sped up again, the way her fingers moved, she was waiting for this moment.

she started losing her arm strength, when she stopped, cum poured out of her slowly, dripping onto her black sheets.

“you did so good f’me.” you praised, “now clean yourself up, and show me.”

she slid her fingers out, and licked it all up. in between her fingers and around, everything you could imagine she did? she did it.

billie then stood up and grabbed the sheets and ripped them off the bed, unable to lay on something damp. “i love you.” she said before getting in the shower for about 20 minutes.

after 20 she got in bed, only the underwear on. “i love you more baby.” you whispered and she dozed off to sleep.

[sheerfreesia007]

Sunscreen & Surrender

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

Word count: 2,394

Content warnings: Fluff, kissing, suggestive, implied sex 

Summary: A sun-drenched weekend getaway with Hyunjin turns sizzling when a simple beach day melts into teasing touches, stolen kisses, and barely-contained desire. With his tour looming, the two of you make every second count—heat, sunscreen, and all.

SKZ Taglist: @kayleefriedchicken, @babigriin, @inlovewithstraykids, @channiesrightasscheek, @kaiyaba

@bookswillfindyouaway, @m-325

Jagi: Sweetheart

Part One: Underwater Love

The sun was high and hot in the sky as you lay out on your long brightly colored towel while sleep is beginning to creep in at the edges of your consciousness. The heat from the sun has your body completely relaxed while your halter bikini is drying slowly from an earlier dip in the ocean. The background symphony of the waves crashing along the sand of the beach has your mind emptying as you relax. The warm ocean breeze sweeps lazily across your skin and you hum softly as you distantly hear the happy cries and chatter of the few other patrons at the beach.

A quiet little beach town, a long weekend and Hyunjin by your side, it didn’t get better than this. You had planned a nice little getaway with your boyfriend since he would be leaving on tour for a few months soon and you wouldn’t be able to meet up with him as often during it this time. So to make up for the time that you would both be spending away from each other you had rented a vacation home in a sleepy little beach town with a whole relaxed itinerary of just exploring the town together.

Still hazy with sleep you were vaguely aware of the sound of running footsteps across the sand and then shivered when droplets of cold ocean water dripped down onto your sizzling skin. Suddenly the sound of a voice filtered into your ears, low, warm and unmistakably Hyunjin’s.

”Jagi, you’re roasting” he said with a soft giggle and you hummed back in response to him. “You’re glowing, but like, dangerously.” He teased gently, chuckling. You were too relaxed and boneless to give him a proper response or to even more at this point but could hear him moving around you and felt the drips of ocean water hit your skin making you shiver.

”Too comfy to care.” You mumbled as you nuzzled your face into your towel and Hyunjin huffed at you softly.

”Well, I care.” He muttered to you the sound of his voice coming from above your head before the sound of rustling followed, alerting you that he was probably digging through your tote bag that you had brought with you. “If you burn, you’re just gonna whine about it for the next three days. Not to mention the possibility of skin cancer!” He fussed at you and you hummed loudly while you stretched lazily like a cat and a wide smile slipped onto your face.

”I don’t whine.” You muttered to him before speaking up once more. “Plus I’m solar powered.” You said jokingly and he scoffed at you.

”You absolutely whine.” He said as amusement colored his voice. “Let me reapply your sunscreen before you turn into a lobster.” When you feel the towel by your legs dip and then his sunscreen slick hands begin to glide along your legs you groan loudly in relief feeling the cool sunscreen against your hot skin.

”You just wanted an excuse to touch me, huh?” You teased him sleepily and Hyunjin scoffed softly at you. You felt him shift his position to straddle your hips before he slowly leant over your back.

”Always.” He whispered to you and you shivered underneath him. As his fingers dug gently into your lower back you melted under his touch almost immediately. His thumbs stroked against your skin with practiced ease before moving up your back. His large hands spanned your whole back as they moved and you couldn’t stop the soft groan that slipped from your mouth as your breath began to pant.

The feeling of your tight muscles beginning to relax under his magic touch made you melt even further than you had already under the hot sun. His fingers dug gently into your shoulder blades as they traveled higher and higher up your back, his thumbs pressing firm, slow circles down sliding down either side of your spine. His palms smoothed over your skin, spreading the sunscreen while massaging and working out all the tension in your muscles that you didn’t even realize was there. You suddenly let out a much louder groan that was embarrassingly loud on the quiet beach.

Hyunjin froze for half a second above you, you felt his weight settle on the of your thighs for a second before his hands moved a little more slowly, more deliberately, gliding down to your waist. His fingers traced the dip of your back and the curve of your hips with feather light touches and you whimpered in response to his touch.

”God,” he mumbled under his breath, “this bikini should be illegal.” You chuckled softly at his words before you shifted underneath him raising your ass to press back into his hips still straddling your thighs and heard his choked gasp.

“What was that Hyune?” You asked sweetly as a knowing grin slipped onto your face. You lifted your head and turned to the side to look over your shoulder at him.

”Nothing.” He said a little too quickly, his cheeks already turning pink as he pushed more sunscreen into his palms. He worked lower now and you shivered as his hands cupped your upper back thighs right under your ass, his thumbs slipping under the hem of your bikini bottoms. “Just…admiring the view.” He said softly, almost sounding like he was in a trance as his thumbs continued to swipe under your bikini bottoms. You bit back another smile as you settled on your towel in a puddle of melted goo and sunscreen.

”You’re gonna spoil me.” You told him knowingly  loving the feeling of his fingers grazing your skin. Never wanting to get used to not feeling his touch.

”Good.” He murmured softly and you could hear the smirk in his voice. You were starting to fall asleep once more as he continued massaging sunscreen into your skin. The relaxing glide of his hands was hypnotic to you and slowly you were falling under his spell. But then you felt him tap your hip gently. “Turn over, gotta do the front.” He said softly and you were shocked slightly at his bold words but couldn’t help the swarm of butterflies that began fluttering in your stomach.

Rolling dramatically onto your back you flung your arms out to either side of your body and Hyunjin chuckled softly at your theatrics before rolling his eyes at your actions. But when you were finally laying on your back his gaze dropped immediately and his jaw slackened as he took in the sight of you in your strappy red bikini, your skin sun-dappled and already glistening from heat and sunscreen.

You watched him under your large dark tinted sunglasses and smirked softly, his eyes kept racing up and down your body catching at your breasts, hips and apex of your thighs while his mouth would drop open slightly. When you watched his tongue dart out and swipe slowly along his bottom lip you couldn’t stop the soft raspy chuckle that slipped from your mouth.

”Hyune” you cooed at him softly, “you’re staring, Jagi.” He blinked slowly as if you had snapped him out of a trance before his eyes darted up to your sunglasses and his mouth snapped shut. You watched as a soft blush began to tint his face and his blinks began to speed up.

”Sorry,” he whispered as his hands fell to your hips and gripped tightly for a second before relaxing as if he couldn’t stop himself for a second. “Just…wow.” He whispered and you chuckled once again as you nestled your head back into your towel feeling smug and proud of his response.

”You’ve seen me in far less before.” You remind him and he quickly shakes his head in response.

”This is different.” He insists to you softly. “The way the sun glitters on you, the way your bikini sits just right on your body. You’re laid out like a dream Jagi.” He whispers. “My dream.” 

Your body flushed with pleasure and warmth due to his soft love filled words and you feel the butterflies begin fluttering once again in your stomach. Hyunjin leaned down to rub sunscreen into your stomach and collarbones now, his touch gentle and slow, mouth slightly parted in awe. His eyes followed the movement of his hands and you watched silently as his eyes heated with desire and lust quickly. His thumbs brushed over your ribs and his hands smoothed along the tops of your thighs dipping now under the hem of your bottoms at the crease of your thighs.

“You’re being awfully thorough.” You tell him softly with a smile as your eyes track his movements lazily.

”Just taking my job seriously.” He tells you before he leans down toward you and presses a soft lingering kiss to your collarbone. Your gasp is quiet as you feel his plush lips suck at your skin for a moment before your hand comes up to the back of his head keeping there pressed against your skin.

”Hyune” you mutter softly as your body shifts under his languidly as you feel your mind cloud with love for the stunning man hovering above you. “This is awfully reminiscent of last night after dinner.” You husk out to him and feel him pause over you. His lips are mid-kiss pressed against the space above your collarbones. You feel his blush heating his face as his nose glides slowly along your skin.

”You can’t bring that up right now.” he tells you in a soft whine, his voice muffled just as he buried his face into your shoulder. You laughed softly, the sound only filtering through the air around the two of you as the sound of crashing ocean waves nearly drowned it out and stole it from the air.

”Why not?” You ask him softly while tilting your head down to his and press a kiss to his temple. “It was so romantic. And…thorough.” You husk out to him and he whimpers softly as he buries his face into your neck.

”Stop.” He pleads with you his voice high and flustered as he refuses to leave the safety of your neck.

”Are you embarrassed?” You asked in a soft coo as your lips stayed pressed to his temple and traveled down to the side of his face. “Because you weren’t embarrassed last night when you-“ you teased him gently in a sultry tone. 

Suddenly he kissed you hard, urgent and hot; moving quickly from your neck to hover over you with both of his arms bracketing you against the towel underneath the two of you. You groaned against his mouth as you easily reciprocated the kiss. You knew he had just wanted to shut you up and it worked-for a moment. But you had other plans for your flustered boyfriend.

Your arms slid up his chest and locked around his neck as you deepened the kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth as he sighed deeply in pleasure. His hand cupped your waist as if he was holding something fragile and his thumb brushed just below the edge of your bikini top. But while you were sure your pulse was echoing in your ears you could feel your boyfriend trying to calm himself down but you weren’t ready for that yet. You wanted him flustered, you lived for him like that.

”Jagi, don’t do this to me. Not here. We’re in public.” He whined softly against your lips. You smirked as a thought popped into your head at his words.

”We could find a secluded spot. I’m sure there’s a quiet corner of the beach no one’s using…” you trailed off with a sinful smirk aimed at him not believing he’d actually take your suggestion seriously. But the way Hyunjin suddenly sat up, eyes wide and already scanning the beach? Oh, he was considering it. “Wait, seriously?” You asked as a laugh escaped your mouth. You watched bewildered as he moved off you and began reaching for your tote bag. 

“You don’t get to whisper things like that in that bikini while looking like a whole fantasy and expect me not to react.” He grumbled as he quickly began tossing things into your tote, quickly and carelessly packing away all of your things as you watched.

”Hyune-“ you called out to him and he quickly turned back to you staring at you with dilated pupils and a face that showed how affected he was by you and your words. When his eyes darted down to the towel underneath you you quickly scrambled off of it before he lunged for it to tug it out from under you.

”Nope. I’m packing up. We’re leaving.” He told you hurriedly. You stood there watching him move around you grabbing the rest of your things before jamming them into the bag.

”Are you really dragging me off the beach right now?” You asked in an incredulous tone that had he turning to you with a look of sinful determination even as deep blush sat high on his cheeks. He strode over to you and wrapped an arm low around your waist dragging you flush against him.

”I’m not about to get arrested for indecent exposure just because my girlfriend can’t stop being the hottest thing on this planet.” He husked out to you and warmth blossomed hot and heavy in your lower stomach. “Can you imagine the lecture I’d get from Chan?! You wouldn’t be safe either, he’d nag your ear off too.” He said knowingly as he began guiding you towards the parking lot where you had parked your car hours ago.

”You’re ridiculous.” You huffed at him as an amused smile slipped onto your face.

“And you’re dangerous.” He retorted quickly with a pointed look that had your face flushing brightly at the implied intention behind his words. He grabbed your hand and pulled you along as his pace quickened when you both spotted the edge of the sand where it met the asphalt of the parking lot.

Somewhere behind you, the waves kept rolling in and the sun kept burning bright, but for now, all either of you could think about was the heat simmering between the two of you, the sunscreen lingering on your skin, and the promise of privacy back at the vacation house.

[gigilovesmovies]

Pink!

Pairing: Joost Klein x reader

Summary:Joost helps you dye your hair

An:I’ve been thinking about dying my hair pink for so much time but i’m so scared to fry it,also sorry for the grammatical errors there are so many in this one(my first language isn’t English)

Also can you send me requests please 🙏🏼

….

You’ve been feeling a little weird about yourself lately,not insecure just weird and specifically bored about yourself,the same face,features,hair looking back at you from the mirror,it’s not that you didn’t like how you looked,you just grew bored of your usual look.

You’ve been feeling a little weird about yourself lately,not insecure just weird and specifically bored about yourself,the same face,features,hair looking back at you from the mirror,it’s not that you didn’t like how you looked,you just grew bored of your usual look.

You needed to add something about yourself,customise your character.

The easiest way to achieve that was to dye your hair,and seeing Joost dying his hair blue only made the want intensify.

So one morning while explaining your boredom about yourself to Joost he decides to helps you like the good boyfriend he is.

“Come on get up let’s go sweetie,we’re going shopping”he says excitedly,getting up from the kitchen chair and stretching.

We arrived at the shop,we were inspecting the hair dye aisle,examining every little bottle of dye and the several choice of colours.

“What colour should I take” You ask joost not looking up from the container full of green hair dye

“What about blue” he says cockily”We could match”he continues handing you a blue hair dye

“Nuh-uh blue is your color Joosti”You answer him smiling,continuing your little investigation.

Then suddenly he gasps and jump excitedly”Pink!let’s dye your hair pink,it would go perfect with your hair”he rambles playing with a rebel strand of your hair

“Yes!pink highlights,pink highlights would look sweet”You answer back as excited as him so much that it made some people turn their head at you and frown

After debating on which shade of pink you should take and if you needed bleach you finally paid and went back home.You gathered all you needed as Joost started to wear his gloves and preparing the bleach.

Joost parted your hair and put them in little buns,so he would be able to bleach and dye comfortably without rebel strands of hair falling on his work.He continued the process calmly and carefully the music on the background creating a calm environment .

“You know I never dyed my hair” you declare looking at joost trough the mirror as if it was the most shameful thing in the world.

“Really? Not even when you were a teenager” he asks locking his eyes on yours through the mirror and smiling.

“Yeah my mom never let it me dye it,she was too scared it would fall out or whatever”you answer,smiling as you remembered all the time your mom scolded you for wanting to dye your hair.

“Well now it’s happening”he says leaning down to peck your cheek,he pulls out with an exaggerated “mwah” sound that made you giggle.

“Ewww you left spit”you say jokingly,wiping the little amount of spit he left.

“You wanna see real spit”he jokes as he wrap his palm on one of you cheek and lick your other cheek,making you wince in disgust, you couldn’t help but laugh,getting on your tip toes to lick him as well.

Loads of kisses and playful teasing later,the alarm rang,it was time to rinse.He sat you on your knees in front of the bathtub and gently dipped your hair and stared rinsing massaging my scalp,when he finished he wrapped my hair in a towel drying it carefully not to hurt you or pull your hair.

“Okay what do we think” he asks you,both standing in front of the mirror.You took a moment to admire his hard work,pink highlights,dyed perfectly all around your hair,just enough to add something new to yourself but not completely change it.

“It’s perfect”You say smiling and touching your hair,you turn to face him”Thank you baby,you’re the best boyfriend ever”I lean to press a kiss on his lips as his hands found your waist pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss.

“And you’re the best girlfriend”he answers,kissing you back smiling into the kiss.

Now everytime you looked at the mirror you felt good about yourself.Plus now you and Joost have a new activity to do from time to time,refreshing your pink.

[majkuindelululand]

Jimin is trying to kill me: 9 reasons why I hate naps

Jimin is back from the military. I live in Poland. Jimin lives in Korea. Jimin just got caught happily wandering around Europe again, feeding ducks with JK in Switzerland. And hanging around calligraphy workshops like it's not an activity for soon-to-be-married so-and-sos. Leaving aside the fact that I hate those ducks. I wish I were a duck in Switzerland. But okay.

And suddenly, Jimin posts on Instagram. Not a reel, not a story. A POST. Where he’s dancing to J-Hope’s “Killing It Girl” challenge.

And here’s where things get real.

First: Jimin, your hips? I love. I love.

Second: That angle? Yes, I would totally be lying on the floor in front of you.

Third: Wait… Did you tag this #jk?!

Fourth: You did. You wild maniac. Fine, but… is that JK’s giggle in the background?

Fifth: JK, are you lying on the floor under Jimin to record this video?! Seriously, do you have to?! I mean, I understand me. A normal person. But you?! You’re an IDOL. A little dignity, for goodness’ sake!

Sixth: No. Jimin? Perfect. But could you maybe tell your friend that simping for you has its limits? He didn’t need to sweep the floor. It wasn’t necessary for the perfect shot. You’re Park Jimin—you’d look good suffering indigestion in a hut in the middle of nowhere. JK didn’t need to debase himself like that.

Seventh: Please remind me next time you post something, in big letters, NOT to check your captions. Because—Jimin. Maybe a little more subtlety?! “This is what I call killingitboy”?! Are you…? Is this…? Never mind.

Eighth: You too, Hobi. Maybe a bit more subtlety wouldn’t hurt. Yes, I had that same look on my face, and I’d love to spam the internet with fire emojis too, but you? It’s suspicious!

And finally, my conclusion and question.

Namely… WHAT IS THE PROBABILITY THAT JIMIN WILL ALWAYS PULL JIKOOKING STUNTS WHEN I GO FOR A ONE-HOUR NAP?! Always. Every single time he breaks the internet, I wake up when the internet is already losing its mind.

[thenickgirl]

grᥱᥱdყ ── .✦

⟢ 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝗑 𝗃𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌

⚠︎ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵

‘I ain't talkin’ money. I’m just physically obsessed, and I’m greedy.’

10:40 am

The young couple were in their bed, sleeping soundly. The sun rays peaking through the blinds, woke Jalen right away. He groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes while yawning. Nick was still sleeping rather peacefully in his arms, and Jalen leaned down, placing a soft kiss to Nick’s forehead. He gently tries to slide his body away from Nick, but he awakes instantly.

“Noo, five more minutes.” Nick groans, pulling Jalen back down to him, and Jalen chuckles.

“Nick–” Jalen says, trying to pry from Nick’s hold.

“No, J! Just a few more minutes.” Nick whines, throwing his leg over Jalen, locking him in place on the bed.

“Nick, I need matcha…” Jalen groans, his head falling back on the pillow.

“No, it can wait! You didn’t hold me all night.” Nick whines again, resting his head back on Jalen’s chest, his arm draped around Jalen’s torso.

“Peach, I’m deadass holding you right now. I was holding you when you woke up!” Jalen almost shouts, before rolling his eyes, not believing Nick’s behavior right now.

Nick pouts, “You just hate me, I get it.”

Jalen laughs, amused by his boyfriend’s childish antics. “Bro, do you want breakfast, or not?” Jalen asks, his brow raised.

Nick’s breath hitched, letting go of Jalen immediately, “Bye!” He says as he pushes Jalen, almost knocking him off the bed.

Jalen gets up, taking the pillow and tossing it at Nick’s face, “You’re such a brat.” He teases, smiling, while Nick giggles.

“And you love it!” Nick yells as Jalen walks out of the bedroom. 

—

1:38 pm

‘Cinderella’ by Mac Miller was blasting from the bluetooth speaker the pair kept in the bathroom. Jalen was enjoying a hot shower, and some much needed alone time, or so he thought. That was until he heard the shower door creak open, and felt his boyfriend’s arms surrounding him.

“I didn’t know you were joining me.” Jalen says sweetly as he turns around in Nick’s arms to face him.

Nick shrugs, “Save water, right?” He says, grinning widely. 

Jalen nods, “That is what they say.” He agrees while chuckling.

They take their time cleaning each other's bodies. Singing along to Jalen’s playlist, and stealing soft kisses. Jalen washes Nick’s hair, and he moans at the way Jalen’s fingertips scratch at his scalp. After getting clean, they hold each other in silence, letting the warm water relax them. 

“I love you, J.” Nick says proudly, his arms wrapped around Jalen’s neck.

Jalen smiles, his heart thudding in chest, “I love you too, peach.” He says, leaning down to Nick a butterfly kiss.

The brunette catches Jalen’s lips with his own, kissing him deeply. Nick backs Jalen to the shower wall, not breaking the kiss, but intensifying it. They both whimper in each other's mouths as their lips smack together. Soft ‘mmm’s and small gasps escaping them in between.

Nick breaks the kiss, and his lips trail down Jalen’s chest to his abdomen. He then goes down on his knees, his hands laying flat on Jalen’s thighs, as he looks up at him with lustful eyes. Jalen looks down at him, biting his lip moments before his eyes roll back in ecstasy.

—

7:47 pm

It was dinner time, and the young couple were somewhat cooking together. Jalen was at the stove, stirring the sauce, while Nick sat perched on the counter behind him. Their shared playlist playing softly from the tv in the living room as background noise.

“Mmm, it smells sooo good.” Nick moaned softly under his breath.

Jalen chuckles, glancing back at Nick, “You could help, you know.”

Nick scoffs, “I am helping! Look at how cute I look.” He says, posing, waiting for Jalen to notice. Jalen turns around, shaking his head as he smiles at Nick.

“You’re unbelievably cute, baby.” Jalen says, turning back to the stove.

As Jalen continues to cook their dinner, Nick hops off the counter, going up behind Jalen. He wraps his arms around Jalen’s waist, pulling him close. His head rests barely at Jalen’s shoulder due to their height difference.

“Hi.” Nick whispers, and it sends a loving chill down Jalen’s spine.

“Hey.” Jalen whispers back, smiling.

Nick tightens his hold on Jalen, inhaling his warm scent as Jalen keeps cooking their meal. The two chat about different topics, with Nick wrapped around Jalen like a baby koala.

Jalen tries to take a step back, needing to get to the oven, but he couldn’t. “Babe, can you let go for a second, please?” Jalen asks politely.

“No, I don’t wanna,” Nick whines, burying his face in Jalen’s back.

“Peach, I need to put this in the oven.” Jalen says, chuckling.

“Okay, I’m not stopping you.” Nick says, matter of factly, peeking his head around Jalen’s shoulders to look at him.

Jalen sighs, “I can’t! I have to bend down to do that, and you’re quite literally attached to me.” He explains, looking over his shoulder at the brunette holding him hostage.

Nick smirks, “That’s never stopped you before,” He says, teasingly while grinding his hips against Jalen, and he gasps.

“Nicolas! Please—” Jalen pleads, and Nick groans.

“Fineee, you’re a big meanie.” Nick says as he pulls away from Jalen. His arms folded in annoyance, and a frown evident on his face, as Jalen finally gets the lasagna in the oven.

“And you're a big baby.” Jalen says before pecking Nick on his pouty lips.

—

12:50 am

Jalen was in the bedroom at the computer desk, playing Fortnite, with his friends online. His headset sits comfortably on his ears, as he yells obscenities at the screen. Nick comes up from downstairs, pouting. He goes over to Jalen, wiggling his way onto the dread head boy’s lap.

Jalen sighs deeply, “Nick—" He says, defeated.

“What? I miss you. Hold me.” Nick says, burying his head in the crook of Jalen’s neck.

“Guys, give me a minute,” Jalen says quickly into the headphones, before muting his mic. “Peach, we’ve been together all day, and I’ve been holding you all day.” Jalen says, trying his best not to sound irritated, but it didn’t fly.

Nick’s head shot up, his eyes sending daggers at Jalen, “Fine, just play your stupid fucking game then.” He scoffs, rolling his icy blue eyes as he moves to get up, but Jalen grabs him by his hips, stopping him.

“Wait—wait. C’mere, you can stay.” Jalen says, his tone much softer, and Nick sits back down. “Are you comfy?” Jalen asks, sending Nick a small smile.

Nick nods, “Mhmm,” He hums, his cheeks tinted pink as he blushes.

“Good!” Jalen says, “But you have to be quiet.” He demands, his voice low and stern, and Nick just nods in response.

Jalen kisses Nick’s forehead before turning his mic back on, “Alright, gang, I’m back!” He says, directing his attention back to the game. Nick snakes his arms around Jalen’s neck, careful not to knock off his headset. He then mindlessly scrolls his phone, holding it behind Jalen’s head.

After a while, Nick grew bored, and craved Jalen’s attention. He didn’t know why he was feeling so needy lately. All he knew was that he wanted Jalen’s affection, he couldn't get enough of it. As he sat quietly on Jalen’s lap, an idea crept its way into his mind, and he smirked.

“Nnngh yes, Jalen!” Nick moaned loudly, right by the mic.

“Nick stop!” Jalen yelled, but Nick kept going. “Ohh oh, yes, right there!” Nick moans again, this time, smacking his hand on the back of the chair.

“NICOLAS—” Jalen shouted, shutting off the mic, and logging off the game. 

Nick giggles, while Jalen is furious. His chest rising and falling rapidly, and Nick begins to regret his decision when Jalen gets up, lifting him up and onto his shoulder.

“Sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Nick apologizes profusely, mentally cursing himself for testing Jalen.

Jalen doesn't say a word as he tosses Nick down on the bed. Nick’s body bounces gently on the mattress due to the force. He sits up on his elbows, trying to apologize once more, but stops when Jalen starts pulling his sweats down. Nick tries to stifle a moan, but it catches in his throat.

Jalen climbs on the bed, his tall frame hovering over Nick, and he leans down to his ear before whispering, “If you’re gonna act like a whiny little brat, then I’m gonna treat you like one…”

‘You know that I’m greedy for love.’

—

a/n: chattt, it’s my queen and life saver, ariana grande’s birthday today! so, of course, i had to put together a little something to honor her. i thought, what better way to do that than a blurb using one of her most underrated songs! i genuinely would not be here today without her. happy birthday, ariana! i hope you all enjoyed, i love youuu 💕

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𖥔┆ misfortunate departure .

⤷ oneshot; shanks × reader : failed romance .

t͟a͟g͟s͟: shanks, red hair pirates reader, angst, romance, sfw.

Romance.

Or relationships, as they call it.

Are they really worth it?

Beckman used to say, or rather insist, that it was a bad, bad idea. Written in bold and possibly every existing font, and underlined twice. He said; "We're a pirate crew, not a soap opera."

And while the rest of the crew mostly agreed. Obviously, your red-haired captain stood firm against that. Arguing with Shanks felt like throwing a cup of water at a burning house.

It was pointless.

His love for you knew no bounds, his morals as a fierce pirate and a threat as an emperor to quite literally any naval base, crumbled entirely. With that stupid, corny smile of his that just came naturally. A smile that yelled "I'd have the sea swallow everyone whole and bring the One Piece itself to your hands in the blink of an eye."

It started off strong. It always does. Romantic, cheesy, always sticking to eachother like someone had forcibly handcuffed you together, except you did it willingly.

The quiet stares from the crew when you ate together. The first time you held hands, the feeling of his warm, calloused hand interlocking with yours in an ever so gentle hold. The loud whistles and cheers at the sight of your first kiss, with some in the background talking about losing a bet ;

"Called it! I gave it two more days max." Lucky roux laughed, slapping Yasopp lightheartedly on the back in a comforting gesture at his loss.

And so on.

And from there, it slowly escalates, into more problems, more disagreements. More "I'm too emotionally attached to not risk my life for you." type of stuff. Into, "We shouldn't have done this, we're pirates," and a bit of "This is getting risky."

You didn't want that. Neither of you wanted that. You loved him, he loved you. Certainely.

Not to the point of recklessly letting your emotions win and giving your lives away.

But you. Oh, you sure recalled. All those sweet moments, your mind sending you what seemed like an unlimited amount of very much unwanted flashbacks as you sat in your previously shared cabin. Hands on your temples like you were massaging the anger, the sorrow and the hurt out of your head forcibly. It wasn't working.

Wondering, how did you go from smiling to yourself and giggling into the pillow like a lovestruck teenager as your mind wandered to him, whenever you thought he wasn't looking.

How did you go from watching him, from a comfortable distance. Observing. Admiring. The way he talked about you to the crewmates like no other. When you thought he wasn't watching. But he was. He always was. And perhaps you knew, yet pretended not to, just to listen to him a bit longer. Paid attention to how he spoke of the smallest details about you that even you thought you didn't know, or never seemed to notice. Like you're more valuable than the One Piece itself. Which, to him, you are.

Or you were.

..Or so you thought?

You couldn't tell, at this point. Because what you had, was long over.

How long has it been now?

A few days? A week. Maybe two.

You lost count after a while. The only times you stopped reminiscing what you two had, was to run a few errands for the crew. Maybe a fight here and there. Taking care of some rookie who was brave enough to challenge Shanks himself. Perhaps an occasional mission.

What appeared to be a distant memory of you two now, you felt it. Deep inside, you could still feel it. Even now. Every inch of you felt it. Like a ghost's breath, his touch was still somehow there. Lingering. Soothing. Sometimes cold, sometimes burning hot from your shared intimacy.

Your head spiraled. You could barely focus on missions and whatever else. The clock on your wall ticking over your head like a countdown. A constant warning. The sound seemingly getting louder and louder, ringing in your ears.

A warning for you to get back to yourself, an independant pirate who never depended on anyone's measly feelings to function properly. Well, maybe that's pushing it a bit far. But Shanks definitely changed your perspectives and views of certain things. Some of your resolve completely shattered around him. And the worst part? You liked it. You loved it. You couldn't help but absolutely adore that goddamned red haired imbecile with the sweetest soul, the most heartwarming, calm voice and the kindest smile you'll ever see.

But that was it for you. Snapping out of those thoughts, one cold night at the Red Force. You made your way out of your cabin, carrying a bag over your shoulder as you took quiet, deliberate steps towards the railing. The moon hanging low, casting a spell on the calm tides of the sea, which was glittering like it was trying to mimick the dark, starry night sky underneath your gaze. A calming view, contrasting sharply with the wild storm spiraling inside your mind.

You thought you were quiet and slick. Though, amidst your heavy thinking, you seem to have forgotten one important detail ;

Shanks notices every thing.

Every move, every step, the subtle creaking of the wooden floorboards under your boots. The sound of the bag slouching over your shoulder.

Just as you were about to jump over and disembark. You, so unfortunately, felt a strong, oh so familiar grip on your wrist. It was strong, but not exactly there. Enough to hold you back, never sufficient to inflict any other feeling on you.

Great, just the guy you weren't trying to meet on your way here.

"Hm? Where to?"

He asked, quietly. Adding nothing else. A simple, firm question. Like he's asking you to confess your sins. And there it was. A voice you thought you haven't heard in decades. Deep, smooth, not overly gruff. It almost got on your nerves. How infuriatingly calm he always was, no matter the situation.

"..I'm off to clear my head, maybe a day or two.. maybe more." You sighed out. Brows furrowing ever so slightly as your eyes averted in the opposite direction of his.

And with that, his hand slipped away, freeing your wrist of his grip. He turned around, cape flaring behind him. Waving his hand dismissively.

His steps came to a sudden stop, taking a moment to glance at you over his shoulder, the scar on his eye diminishing under the dim lighting. A small glint in his eyes, a doubtful, regretting one as he spoke again ;

"..Come back safe, Y/N. We always need you here." In the most calm, collected, and gentle tone ever. Emphasis on the "we", like he was afraid to say he was the most worried specifically. But he couldn't hold you back, seeing the state you put yourself in after the break off.

Without another word, he left into the dark shadows of the upper deck, probably to the hammock he'd normally use.

Which was fine by you. Though a tinge of something you couldn't quite pinpoint, stirring in your chest. A familiar warmth, one you promptly ignored as you hopped off the ship, onto your dinghy.

And off it went. The slight frequency of the wind, along with the waves lapping gently against it, sailing it forward. Your mind wandered for a while longer, before drifting off to sleep.

Back where you left Shanks, he laid sleeplessly on the hammock, gazing up at the dimly moon lit sky, hand under his head, propping it like a pillow. His shirt half open, leg crossed over the other as the gentle wind swept through his shiny red hair. Thinking. Ever so deep in thought. Thinking about how you actively avoided his gaze in your earlier interaction. To how you were never like that with him. He's not the type of guy to move on from something like a break up so easily. No, never. He just never spoke of it much. But so did you, really.

His silence was soon to be interrupted, by the sound of a flick.

"You just let her leave like that?" A gruff, low voice spoke out, it was as if he appeared from nowhere, like a threat. It was Beckman.

Flicking the lighter, — click — ,and the flame on the cigarette— resting lazily on his lips as they curled around it— came to life.

"She'll come back. It's not like she's leaving forever." The red hair glanced at his wingman from the side of his eye.

"That's not my point." Benn exhaled, a puff of smoke emitting from his lips as he continued; "You know why she left, and you didn't speak a word."

"Women need time, Beckman, if I tried to talk her out of it, she'd just do it even faster to spite me." Shanks reassured, a small, involuntary smile tucking at the sides of his lips at the thought of you. How fierce and feisty you were. One of the most prominent things about you.

The silver haired individual was quiet. Convinced by the other's argument, but more like, not bothering much with Shanks. After all, he knew you much better.

"..Told you it would be no good." He sighed out, to which the captain quickly responded to, with a full on smile plastered on his complexion now ;

"It was worth the shot though, wasn't it?" Shanks grinned.

"..I guess it was. Couldn't have convinced you out of it back then anyway." Benn replied in surrender.

"I'll make it work again."

"You're not trying that again."

"Oh, I sure am."

Beckman rubbed his temples, rubbing a hand across his face like he was helplessly watching the world crumble right infront of him, like he wasn't just giving up on Shanks, but life itself. Or maybe life was giving up on him. An indistinguishable groan emitting from the back of his throat.

That idiot.

With the break of day, you emerged from sleep, eyes slowly blinking open to the sight of the bright sunlight ahead of you, straining your vision.

You stood upright, rubbing your eyes with a low, groggy groan. Or so you tried. Until you noticed your hands were restrained.

You didn't exactly wake up, it was more like something startled you out of your slumbers' dreams. A quick shake. A loud noise, too loud for such an early time in the morning. When the realization set in, your eyes fully widened in alert, looking at your surroundings in a daze.

Distant sounds could be heard, a few men speaking, waves lapping against the hull of a ship.. a hull.. of a ship?

You were no longer in your dinghy.

Keeping your composure, you analyzed your surroundings, for any sign of an exit, an escape route. It was a navy ship.

"Fuck, how did I not notice." You complained under your breath, looking back at the shackles holding you to the ground. Feeling the slightest bit lightheaded. "Did they drug me?"

"I don't have time to think about that now, I have to —"

"Have to what?" Mid breaking the shackles off, a sword at your throat held you back, one of the marine officers was standing right infront of you, ever so menacingly. "I don't know how one of the red hair pirates was slacking off for us to take so easily, but we sure weren't gonna let the opportunity slip between our fingers."

"You— Opportunity to do what ??" You growled, brows furrowing in a mix of anger, and.. admission? You admitted to yourself that you'd never get caught off guard so easily, never this easily. Things were really taking a toll on you, hm.

"Why, to use you as bait for that absolute menace of a pirate."

"Don't speak of him like that."

He tightened his grip on the sword at a few degrees.

"Aw, hit a weak spot, hm?" The marine chuckled, like he was enjoying getting on your nerves. And guess what, he was.

"You're really brave if you think you'll even stand a chance." You rolled your eyes, ignoring his previous comment.

"I'm sure he'll do what it takes to get you back in one piece." He spoke ominously, sword pressing a little harder against your throat, like a pending warning.

Within the deck of the Red Force, it has been days now. About four days. No sign of you.

"She said a day or two.." Shanks mumbled to himself, a tankard of rum in hand, staring out at the vast, peaceful horizon ahead of him.

"She said maybe more, Shanks." Beckman added reassuringly, like some kind of guardin angel. Always calm, always collected. Never panicked. Never thinking the worst.

The red hair turned around, leaning casually against the railing, his one elbow propping him to it.

"..Yeah." He sighed out, a small smile tucking at the corners of his mouth. "She'll come back anytime."

"Stop thinking about her so much, you lovestruck fool."

"It's true love, Beckman!"

"You're so far gone."

"I'm right where I want to be."

The interaction was soon to be cut off, by a familiar panicked voice;

"Captain, captain — !!" Lucky roux yelled out, running to Shanks like his life would end if he ran any slower. A meat skewer dangling off the side of his mouth, muffling his words, along with a newspaper in hand.

Now standing infront of Shanks, the rotund pirate took a moment to catch his breath, handing the newspaper to his captain with a slightly shaky hand. "It's her — !!"

Shanks raised an eyebrow curiously, head mildly tilted in intrigue, with that same laid back smirk he always wore, a hand raised in surprise.

"Calm down, Roux— who's.." He trailed off, taking the press from his hands, his previous smirk immediately faltering, as though he'd crossed a bridge between life and death itself. You were on the front cover, name written in bold like an alert. "..Captured." He finished.

Beckman, who was still standing beside him, sighed. Crushing his cigarette on the railing nearby, then taking the paper from his hands and reading through it carefully.

"Don't do anything reckless, Shanks. She's fine, we need a strategy."

"It's been days, Beckman, her life is on the line."

From the lower deck, Gab voiced ; "How did she get caught of all people, anyway ?!"

Shanks gathered the crew around, an unyielding expression plastered on his face. A look that could make anyone's knees buckle with just a glare.

"It doesn't matter how she ended up there, we'll find her." The red hair spoke firmly. His voice cold, gruff, leaving no room for argument.

Beckman sighed, though cracking a faint smirk at his captain's never changing determination. He could be an idiot, but Benn would follow him through hell and back.

Shanks raised his hand, where your vivre card was pointing. "Everyone, heading north now !"

The rest, on the other hand, roared fiercly in agreement. Yasopp turning the helm and sailing forward with all the speed the Red Force had to offer.

An adventure, a rollercoaster, certainely awaited.

It seemed like you were aboard that damned navy ship forever. They barely even fed you, purely on purpose. Your means of escaping were all blocked, haki significantly weakened.

Great, just what you needed. Piling up on everything happening, just the thought of everyone finding out you got kidnapped by some measly marine group, made you want to throw yourself overboard and land somewhere hot, and preferably die in a way no one would hear of you again.

But you knew they would hear, and you most certainely knew he'd come to your rescue anytime now. And you hated it, you hated being treated like some damsel in distress, but that smiling ginger idiot would do it anyway.

And so you waited, a sense of impending doom heavy on your chest. You slipped in and out of consciousness, almost forgetting there was this annoying marine guy pestering you all freaking day.

"Listen, if you're gonna be over my head yelling at me for some.. secret information from the crew or whatever, I might aswell start asking you to kill me soon." You sighed out, not even giving him the luxury of facing him.

"You're real cocky for an unarmed weakling in shackles." He teased, holding your chin up towards him with the dull side of his sword.

"And you're pretty full of yourself for threatning an.. unarmed weakling in shackles, as you say. Give me that attitude again once I'm out of here." You snapped back, calmly, firmly, giving him a bored look.

"You —"

He didn't have the chance to finish whatever he was saying, the words catching in his throat as the rest of the marines onboard yelled out, alerting ;

"Raid alert !!!! I repeat ; Raid alert, The red hair pirates are here !!!" One blurted out in panic, watching the others passed out one by one like bug sprayed flies.

There it goes.

The sentence you'd been anticipating. It was.. very much predictable. And that unmistakable haki of his.

Looking ahead, you saw him. Jumping from the deck of the Red Force into marines' vessel. That same grin plastered on his face like someone drew it on with permanent marker. He looked like he was walking into a birthday party, not invading a navy ship.

"What happened to coming back in a day or two?" Shanks chuckled, now kneeled beside you, breaking the shackles and freeing you.

"..I said I would be back, I didn't need you to interfere again." You avoided his gaze, again.

He lended you a supporting hand to stand up.

You didn't even look at it, standing up by yourself, but you quickly stumbled, holding onto the nearest thing beside you. Him.

"Hey, careful now, wouldn't want you hurting yourself." The red hair cooed, draping his arm over your side and pulling you against him, supporting your weight. You didn't protest, holding onto him aswell, barely conscious.

"I'm.. perfectly.. fine." You muttered out, almost to yourself than to him, before you allowed yourself to sleep it off, now that you knew you were safe. In his arms. In a way you absolutely despised. Yet loved at the same time.

And you woke up.

Again.

But this time, in a familiar place. The scent of your beloved cabin filling your nostrils, eyes squinted. A candle hung on your wall, spilling a dim, warm light onto the room. You didn't pay attention to how your previously dirty clothes were changed into a clean, fresh set.

And there he was. Because of course he was.

Sitting beside your bed, laid back on a chair ever so nonchalantly, like it was completely normal to watch your ex sleeping. Just another normal tuesday night.

You sat up abruptly, your bed-hair tousled from sleep, your calm, tired expression soon sharpening.

"What are you doing here ?!"

"..Uh, watching over you?" Shanks admitted sheepishly.

"Do I look like a dying victorian child?"

He held back a small laugh. "I wouldn't say that. Just thought you'd want company when you woke up, after what happened."

"Well, thanks, I'm perfectly fine by myself. You can go now."

"I think I'm good, I'll stay."

Silence.

..And more silence.

If you waited a bit longer, you'd hear crickets chirping in your ear.

He didn't leave, didn't even budge. Didn't even think or consider leaving.

And then a sigh came out of him. You were still actively avoiding his gaze like the plague.

"Listen.. Y/N. We can't keep running from this."

"From what?"

"From this conversation. From this.. whole thing going on."

"There's nothing going on, I thought it was clear that we're over."

"We're not —"

You suddenly interrupted him, raising your voice by just an octave.

"We are, Shanks. You know, I.. we both know it's just not gonna work, and you just proved my point."

He raised his hand in a surrendering gesture ; "I don't recall proving anything." He smirked.

You rubbed a hand over your face. You hated how aloof and casual he was, even now.

"You came to save me, that's also a risk."

"Come on, that doesn't count. They were just rookies."

"Well, what if they weren't ?! What if it was another emperor crew, or, or— an admiral, hell, I don't know, any high ranking figure." You stuttered, stumbling over your own words, still looking around everywhere but him.

You were scared, even if you wouldn't admit it, you were scared that just looking at him would break your entire resolve again; the one you spent weeks rebuilding. Because it would absolutely break again. It was still fragile as glass.

And when you didn't expect it, Shanks reached out comfortably, his warm hand resting under your chin, tilting your head ever so gently, not wanting to rattle you.

His earlier sheepish, cheeky grin, had disappeared. His expression softened into a warm smile. One you were too acquianted with.

"I'd fight them, too. Without hesitation. I'd fight the gods themselves for you, Y/N. Whether you like it or not." The red hair spoke, his hair falling over his face just right, the dim light highlighting his sharp features and sun-tanned skin. Eyes lighting up and glinting lovingly at the sight of you.

It was unmistakable.

That look of love.

You knew he still loved you.

He knew you still loved him.

But that was exactly the problem.

Your lips parted slightly, as if to say something, but for a moment, nothing came out, until you gathered your thoughts, not wanting to say something stupid.

"That's.. that's exactly it, Shanks.. I don't want that. I don't want you to risk your life for me. I don't want you to get attached. I want you to live freely, as my captain." You muttered out, voice slightly shaky with unspoken feelings. You said what you had to. Not what you wanted to.

His hand trailed from your chin, to the side of your jaw, your cheek, then to the bangs on your face, gently pushing them behind your ear, soothing your hair back.

You didn't protest, at all. You didn't want to. No matter how much you tried to convince yourself you did. You haven't felt his touch in what seemed like decades. Sending a warm, loving feeling to your chest.

And then, unexpectedly, he leaned in and whispered an ever so tender against your lips. Feather light, like he was afraid to scare you away. Yet passionate.

Silence reigned over the moment, until he reluctantly pulled away, looking at you with heavy lidded, loving eyes, his fingers never leaving your hair in the moment.

"If you think that'll get me to stop loving you, you ought to try harder, my dear." Shanks murmured in a deep, smooth voice. Barely above a whisper.

All you could do was stare at him, eyes wide in surprise, your ears warming up. A faint blush dusting your cheeks. Heart fluttering in your chest. You couldn't even think of anything to say.

"I'm not getting scared off. As a pirate, my life is always on the line. It's what we sign up for, isn't it." He trailed off, then continued;

"And as your captain, I order you to let me love you, hm?" Shanks cooed, the most soft spoken command. And possibly the best one you'd ever gotten to hear from him.

Maybe your resolve wasn't that important now. All you wanted right now, in this moment, was to pull him back in for a kiss you've been holding back for ever so long.

And that's exactly what you did.

Even he was slightly thrown off guard, but quickly melted into it. Fingers wandering to the back of your head, tangling in your hair and deepening the kiss, your arms hooked onto his neck like an anchor.

You leaned away, again. Letting your lips linger for a moment longer. You weren't avoiding his gaze anymore. You couldn't afford to. Like you were scared he'd disappear the moment you looked away.

"Guess we could've avoided all the hassle if we had this talk from the beginning, eh?" He chuckled in a low, lighthearted tone.

"..I wish you'd stop speaking sometimes."

"Ouch. Hurts my feelings." Shanks joked dramatically, putting a hand over his chest in mock pain.

"Stay that way."

From behind the door, you heard a loud crash, like someone fell. A specific someone, big enough to cause such a noise.

Then his voice blurted out ; "Move, I can't hear anything !!"

"Not my fault you're blocking the whole doorway!!" Yasopp's voice echoed right after his, before the door swung open from the weight of both of them leaning against it.

Beckman sighed, from a distance. But you could definitely hear it. If there was a bounty up for the most disappointed, and done man ever. He'd long have surpassed Roger, the king of the pirates himself.

"I told you that wouldn't end well." He sppke firmly.

Shanks only chuckled at the sight of them, while you just facepalmed, groaning into your hands like you'd wanted the earth to swallow you whole. Seeing that, Shanks shot them a singular glare, without another word. Didn't need words.

With that, they closed the door behind and left the room, running.

"..So I guess this makes us—"

"I love you too." You cut him off.

"..What am I supposed to say to that?" Shanks chuckled.

"I hate when you say it first because you keep repeating that you love me more even when I give up."

"Fair."

You stayed quiet for a moment, before reaching your hand towards his, locking your fingers together.. for the first time in weeks, aswell.

"You could.. always say it back."

The red hair gave you a cheeky smile, one that quickly warmed up as he squeezed your hand gently, bringing it to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your palm.

"Always love you more, Y/N."

Thus, the endless conflict ended. It wasn't such a failed romance after all. All you needed was a thorough talk, and maybe a bit of reassurance. Shanks would've gotten his way either way, because of course he would. He's Shanks. Unbeatable, undebatable, always got a solution for everything. But it's one of the things you liked most about that imbecile. A very loving imbecile.

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