#Food ordering app in flutter

[oceantornadoo]

dubcon, objectification, forced (?) threesome, f!reader

they say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.

ghost finds you ten months after your divorce, nursing a drink in a shithole of a pub. he doesn’t consider himself a good man, licking the tears on your cheeks when he fucks you for the first time, ignoring your whines of how “it’s been a while” and you’re “too tight.” he doesn’t like to keep birds around longer than a night, but something about how you wrap your leg around him in the morning makes him stay a little longer.

he lets you call him simon after you whine that you “can’t fuck him without knowing his name.” it takes a bit, but you get used to sleeping with someone who isn’t your ex-husband. he calls you bird instead of sweetheart, love instead of darling and after a while, the word honey loses its significance. when simon tells you he’s military, you try to leave his bed, only for him to pull you by the thigh, apologizing with his tongue in your cunt. simon doesn’t date and you aren’t ready for it, content to stay in your respective apartments, living for his occasional half-smiles and usual gruff admonishments. its a bit new to simon - he’s used his camera app more in the past weeks than he has in years. always pictures of you: his cum on your tits, the bruises he leaves on your hips, a rare photo of you sleeping. he even lets you corral him into taking a cheesy mirror picture, his arms dwarfing your waist with his face tucked into your neck, your jawline exposed as you turn to kiss his cheek.

it’s two months later when you promise to cook him a meal for the first time, a sunday roast he hasn’t tasted in years. “better not take too long, bird, ‘m starvin’.” simon murmurs in your ear, hands squeezing your stomach and waist as you fumble with your keys. “i’ve had it slow cooking before i left for yours last night. it’ll put us in a food coma.” you finally put the key in the lock, turning it with force before simon decides to fuck you against the door. he dips to bite your neck, sending you into your apartment giggling, swatting him off you. the weight of your divorce is finally off your shoulders, happy butterflies fluttering in your stomach formed by simon’s continuous presence.

the butterflies die when you see a familiar pair of boots at your door.

“stay here.” you order simon, a change from your usual dynamic. you can’t focus on his reaction, set on edge by the sounds of pots clanging in your kitchen. there’s no point in creeping - he knows you’re here. you turn the corner and there he is - your ex husband. “you’re just in time, sweetheart. nice ‘f you to make a roast.”

john’s standing there like he owns the place, like he knows this kitchen he’s never been in. he’s boiling potatoes on the stove, keeping an eye on the slow cooker timer. he’s even poured himself a fucking drink, a scotch he had to have brought since all you have is wine and simon’s whiskey. all smug and entitled in his civvies, commanding the room like he pays your rent. he's still as handsome as ever, darker eye bags the only indication he's been losing sleep.

“what the fuck are you doing here, john?” john doesn’t answer immediately, instead using a fork to test the potatoes. satisfied, he takes them off the burner and turns to the sink, dumping them out in a prepared strainer. “‘s our anniversary, sweetheart. thought that’s why you made the food.” you can sense simon still in the doorway, his presence unknown to your ex. it gives you strength, a guard dog at your back, and comfort that he’s letting you run this on your own. “our anniversary ended when we signed the papers. i don’t know how you got in here, but you need to leave.” he frowns at you and it almost tugs at your heart strings. your brain conjures images of his coldness and constant distance, and you shut that down real fast. unfortunately, he doesn’t get the memo. john takes a step closer, hands up like he’s approaching a wild animal. “honey, i-“ and that’s when ghost steps out of the darkness.

there’s a long pause. it boosts your ego a bit, showing john you’ve moved on, until the silence is so long that you start to worry. you chance a look at simon’s face and find it confused, not at all the guard dog you thought he was. a glance at john’s reveals the same. you’re about to ask your question when they answer it for you. “captain.” “lieutenant.” “what?”

the transformation happens in an instant. both men straighten to their full heights, wiping any emotion off their faces. their brows furrow as they flex their hands to control their instincts. how could you not see it before? simon only mentioned he was military, but the stamp of the SAS is clear as day. it was in the harsh lines he carried, a companionship with death, not unlike the one john had.

john started first, of course, always having to take control of the situation. “you fuckin’ my lieutenant, sweetheart? miss me that much?” you rolled your eyes at his cruel words, inching closer to simon. “whatever we do doesn’t concern you.” you emphasized the “you”, spitting it out with venom. john hums low, making you nervous. you turn to simon, but he's quiet and calculating, communicating silently with his captain.

"didn't know you had a wife, sir." you answer before john can. "we divorced a year ago." john chimes in. "to the day, actually. she served me on our anniversary." simon looks down at you, the man you thought you knew now gone. his eyes are black pits, targeting you like you're prey. "that's cruel, bird." you sputter, backing into the kitchen cabinets. you walk until your back hits the sink, each man on either side of you. john has his arms crossed and head cocked to the side, like you're about to get chewed out by the school principal. simon looks...no longer human. unrestrained. whatever spark you two had has gone out, replaced by sheer loyalty to his captain. "show the captain what he's been missin', love. y've been starvin' him." he moves at lightning speed, picking you up and dropping you on the island counter, sunday roast long forgotten.

"simon?" he doesn't answer, scarred hands squeezing up and down your body as john watches from behind him, arms crossed and eyes searching. your mind is telling you one thing but your body wants another. some twisted part of your brain reminds you that john came to visit on your anniversary, even though you threw him out a year ago. simon's no better, coaxing your sweater off your torso, leaving you exposed in a lacy bra. your nipples harden and john sees, making a clicking noise with his tongue. "warm 'er up, lieutenant." simon obeys instantly, pulling down the cup of your bra to suck on your nipple. he's ravenous, no sunday roast in sight, and he's decided you're his meal instead. he sucks hard, a calloused hand reaching up to pull your other tit out so you're fully exposed to your two men. he squeezes it with reverence, rolling your nipple between his fingers as he sucks hard on the other one, not minding his own teeth.

it's dirty - watching john watch you. you hadn't fucked in the last months before the divorce. he was always too busy, on base or deployed, and you were so angry you couldn't let him near you. now, your ex-husband moves closer, taking in the sight of his lieutenant feasting. "miss me, sweetheart?" you shake your head on instinct. he sighs at your attitude. you're seated on the corner of the island, perfect for john to come up on your side, one large paw making its way towards your jaw, turning you towards him. "say it." you shake your head again. john sticks a thumb into your mouth, pushing against your teeth. you try to force him out, but simon bites your tit, making you gasp and let john in anyways. you suck his thumb defiantly, gazing at him with all the emotions you can't convey.

you look so pretty like this, john decides. laid out for his lieutenant, taking his orders as well as your emotions will allow. he decides to forgive you for your indiscretions with ghost - at least it was with one of his own men. they're practically an extension of himself. john hooks his thumb into the gap between your tongue and teeth and pulls, forcing you right into his space. "i reckon your cunt's nice an' wet, though. should i check? know she's missed me even if you won't admit it." your eyes go wide, giving him an answer he already knew. simon follows orders well, manhandling you into position by yanking off your jeans. there's a wet spot on the light fabric of your underwear. john can practically see your cunt clinging to it, begging for him to say hello.

"want ya to take 'em off y'self, bird." simon's finally speaking, the glaze in his eyes fading. he looks at you, then his captain, and it makes sense. how you're used to being led but refuse it all the same. how you're desperate for affection but won't date him because he's military. you're scarred from the chains of your marriage, so it only makes sense that he's the one you seek out - the opposite of husband material. more dog than human on his worst days. simon stares at you until you follow his command, meekly lifting up your hips as you take off your underwear. your cunt is sopping, in a way it only does when you’re ovulating, practically begging for it. your ex-husband whistles through his teeth like he’s praising a recruit. “knew she’d be happy to see me. hullo, darling.” you can’t find it in you to cringe. john starts running his fingers through your folds, inspecting, and all you can do is stare. stare at the veins in his forearm. stare at simon behind him, eyes trained on his captain’s movements. stare at the counter where your juices start to gather and wonder how the hell you got into this situation.

“pinch ‘er tit an’ watch ‘er flutter.” simon’s callous with his instructions but john follows them anyway, his unoccupied hand reaching up to pinch your nipple. you can’t help the gasp that escapes you, the way your cunt flutters around john’s fingers. he hums thoughtfully. john decides you’ve been good, if not a bit quiet, and presses his thumb against your clit as a reward. he starts rubbing in that pattern that would get you off without fail during your marriage. he fits one finger into you easily as you grip the counter hard, the sudden sensation overwhelming. simon peers over his shoulder like a fucking scientist. “‘f she gets bratty, i pull back the hood til she screams.” like your cunt’s a machine and they have the two pieces of its manual. john’s movements are making you desperate, hips starting to buck against his fingers. he chuckles and adds another, not hiding a smile when you sigh in relief. simon’s hands come to your waist, helping you fuck yourself on price’s fingers. it feels so wrong, having them barely listen to your pleas, and yet being under their watch is the most right you’ve ever felt in your life. that’s what brings your orgasm - not john’s thick fingers on your cunt, his rough thumb in your clit - but two sets of hungry eyes on you, like you’re their last meal. john fucks you through your orgasm, simon not letting you out of his grasp until tears start to form, the embarrassment of your own wetness coming to the front of your mind. john slowly removes his fingers and brings them to simon’s mouth to taste, not satisfied until his lieutenant hums in agreement. the two men turn to you, naked save for your disheveled bra around your waist, somehow making the scene more depraved.

“‘ow ‘bout that roast, love?” simon murmurs gruffly.

good thing john never signed the divorce papers.

[ivyues]

Hotter than expected ⋅ Bang Chan

How you found out your boyfriend can’t handle spicy food.

Chris and you had been dating for a little while now – long enough to feel comfortable around each other but still new enough that the little things felt exciting. Tonight, he was over at your apartment, lounging on the couch while you scrolled through your favorite food delivery app.

“Alright,” you said, clicking confirm on the order. “I hope you like this place. Their food is amazing.”

“I’m sure it’ll be great,” Chris replied, giving you that warm smile that always made your stomach flutter. “What did you get?”

“Just some of my usual favorites. I think you’ll like it.”

“How’s the spicyness?” he asked, leaning forward with genuine interest.

You laughed lightly, shaking my head. “It’s got a little kick but isn’t too bad.”

He nodded, seemingly unfazed by your comment. Little did you know, Chris wasn’t exactly the best with spice. But wanting to impress you, he figured he’d be fine.

When the food finally arrived, you both sat down at the table, the aroma of the meal filling the air. Chris took his first bite, and at first, he thought he could handle it. But then the heat hit him. It crept up slowly, coating his tongue in a fiery burn that only intensified with every second. His eyes widened slightly, but he tried to play it cool.

“Oh,” he murmured. “Oh, wow.”

“How is it?” you asked, happily eating your own food.

“Good!” he said, voice just a little too high-pitched to be convincing. He grabbed his drink and took a sip, but it did little to help. Still, he was determined to push through. He took another bite—

Mistake. Big mistake.

The heat doubled. His mouth felt like it was on fire. He shot up from his seat, the chair lightly scraping against the floor. You blinked, confused as he started pacing back and forth, fanning himself with his hand.

“Uh… are you okay?” you asked, concerned.

“Y-yeah, totally fine,” he choked out, but the glint of sweat on his forehead and the way he was now grabbing his shirt, pulling it away from his burning skin, said otherwise. “It’s so hot in here.”

You stared at him for a second before realization dawned on you. “Oh my God, is it too spicy for you?”

Chris opened his mouth to argue, but at that moment, the heat surged again, and he had to take a deep breath as he ran his hand through his hair.

“Okay, wait, I think I have some milk… or maybe bread?,” you said, trying not to laugh as you rushed to the fridge.

You handed him a glass, and he practically chugged it in one go. But even after that, he couldn’t sit still. He walked in circles, sat down, then immediately got back up again. At one point, he even lifted his shirt slightly, fanning himself again, but quickly let it go as if remembering that things were still new between you two.

You bit your lip, watching him with pure amusement. When he finally sat down again, you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“So…” you drawled, smirking. “You don’t manage spicy food very well, do you?”

Chris shot you a glare, cheeks flushed (whether from embarrassment or the spice, you weren’t sure). “Okay, first of all,” he said, voice still slightly strained, “this is not just ‘a little kick’. This is fire. This is lava.”

You burst out laughing. “Oh, poor baby. I didn’t think your spice tolerance was that bad.”

He groaned, dropping his head onto the table dramatically. “I wanted to impress you.”

“That’s cute,” you teased, reaching over to ruffle his hair. “But next time, we’ll make sure to order something mild for you.”

Chris finally lifted his head, blinking up at you. His lips were still tinged red from the spice, but at least he wasn’t gasping for air anymore. “I can feel my mouth again,” he muttered, sounding both relieved and mildly traumatized.

Unable to resist, you leaned in with a smirk. “... but for someone who handles spice so well,” you teased, raising a brow, “I’d think you’d have an easier time with a little heat.”

Chris groaned, but couldn’t help a small smile. “Not the same thing, and you know it.”

“Mmm, sure. Whatever you say, babe.”

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[saesbangs]

Could you write about Sae helping you with your college exams 🤔🩷

of course and thank u! it takes awhile to write cause i fell asleep while writing snort but well, here we go!

itoshi sae x reader.

when sae helps you with your exams.

notes: extremely self-indulgent guys im sorry lowkey i need this 😞☝

On your desk, you have your textbooks open, notes clean ready to be filled, your pen scattered waiting to be picked up, your laptop screen light up showing slides of the materials for the exam.

Tomorrow is the first day of finals.

Despite the day being Sunday, you had no room to relax. Your mind haunted by the thought of finals is right in front of your eyes. Mayhap a little bit of regret creeped into the mind as well, griefing over the time wasted which could have been spent on studying. Mayhap, it would had helped you from cramming everything the day before.

Itoshi Sae, your dear boyfriend, was there with you, in your apartment. He finally, at long last, managed to have the weekend and the next week fully off. Precious time to be spent with you, or so he thought.

Even since he arrived, you haven't even stole the shortest glance at him. Your attention glued towards the wall of text taunting on the desk. He realized you were busy, not to be disturbed. And so he took the signal and leave you alone, settling on the couch in the living room.

Few hours passed, Sae checked in on you. It was past lunch time, yet you gave out no slightest hint of wanting to take a break and eat. He left you alone, once again. But this time, he headed towards your kitchen.

No food in sight.

He sighed, picking up his phone. Fingers quickly tapped into food delivery app. With no hesitation, he ordered a bunch of your favorite food. Of course, only the healthy ones. He made sure your nutrition intake was well and nice especially when you were about to face important exams.

On your side, things weren't looking too well. Your hands trembling from the stress, stomach grumbling from hunger. You tried your best to keep grinding yet your own brain seemed to betray you.

Just read it.

Just answer the mock test questions.

Just get it right for once, Goddamnit!

Eventually you found yourself staring at the books, without a thought. You just. Sat. There. Existing. Your grip on the pen loosened up. The noise of it hitting the floor, though, was unheard. Drowned by the noise made by the door being opened.

"Hey, at least eat something," A voice called out to you with every new word sounded closer than the former, "You're going to achieve nothing like this."

As he reached your desk, able to take a better look at you, he furrowed his eyebrows while exhaling a long breath. Not from anger, not from irritation. But worry.

Right there and then, he decided.

Pushing your chair slightly away from the desk, he gave himself room to pick you up. Gently, he gripped on your waist and back, lifting you up. You had no energy to retaliate, the only protest you managed to let out was a cry not far louder than a whisper.

"I can'tー"

"No."

"Sae..."

But he was more adamant, "I said no."

On the couch, he sat you down before sitting himself beside you. The bag of food he ordered on the table, ready to be devoured. With the little energy you had, you recognized the bag to be that of your favorite.

"Wait, that's myー"

"Your favorite, yes," He finished your sentence, "Now don't waste more energy and just eat."

You giggle, faintly, "Haha, I didn't know you can be sweet like this."

He stared at you, as if to question the remark you just made.

"What?" You asked.

Gently, Sae patted your head. It was warm, tender, full of emotion. It made your half-opened eyes fluttered wide.

"We both know I can't help a lot with your study,"

He drifted his attention towards the bag of food, unpacking them, setting them up on the table. Not letting you lift even a finger to help.

"but I'm here, so let me take care of you."

You looked at him, finding warmth and love behind his flat gaze. Lips curled into a smile, first one of the day. It brought relieve to him, one he wouldn't admit.

Sae's presence didn't mean your worry was gone in an instant. But at least, you knew you weren't alone, aren't, and never will. And it brought you the strength to push through not just with the exams, but with life.

Because you weren't alone, Sae was by your side.

[marigold-hills]

your hands; mine (stalker Remus AU) part 4

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 5

It’s almost one in the morning when Sirius wakes up.

Remus feels it in the fluttering of Sirius’ pulse. It speeds up from a sluggish, sleep-slowed 50 beats per minute to a normal waking rhythm of 90.

Sirius opens his eyes. They’re clear now. Tired and red-rimmed but the haze is gone. His pupils aren’t dilated.

He looks straight at Remus.

“You’ve got blood on your chin,” he says, not breaking eye contact. It’s the first thing he says to Remus with his mind intact.

Remus had washed his hands before making tea. He scrubbed them clean under too hot water, using bleach as soap. They’ve been red and raw and painful since. He didn’t think to check anywhere else.

“It’s dried,” Sirius adds when Remus tries to wipe the blood off with his sleeve. “How long has it been?”

“Two hours.”

“And no police at my door yet? Aren’t you lucky.”

It sounds like Sirius doesn’t want an answer. He sits up - tries to, body heavy and not very cooperative - checks himself over. “Will I find you’ve sold my kidney?” He asks. 

“I would never hurt you,” Remus tells him. It’s probably the most truthful sentence that’s ever crossed his lips.

“So you’ve said. Forgive me if I don’t believe you.”

And that’s understandable. Sirius doesn’t know Remus.

But. 

“You called for me.”

Sirius lets himself fall back on the sofa. He doesn’t answer. “I’m hungry,” he says instead. “This feels like the worst kind of hungover.”

“I can make you eggs,” Remus volunteers. It’s the only thing he can cook with any confidence. Boiled, fried, even poached. He makes a mean omelet. He imagines Sirius eating something Remus would make, tasting the food and letting it chase away the residual bad feeling.

If sending him a drink was nice, this? This is going to be great.

“Don’t have any,” Sirius shatters the little daydream quite completely.

Remus is a quick thinker. He pulls out his phone. “I’ll order,” he says and finds the orange website that lets you order food. He doesn’t use it much. It’s expensive. Mentally, he goes back to his shopping list and removes the items that put him too close to the budget.

The only place open is a kebab shop a few roads from Sirius’ flat. He passes the phone with the menu open.

“Can’t you use the app like a normal person?” Sirius doesn’t look up as he asks, busy choosing his food.

“Phone doesn’t have enough storage to download it,” Remus tells him, and it’s partially true. The part that’s a lie has to do with the menus he got through the door and kept, some hung up on the fridge with novelty magnets, some stuffed almost-neatly in his clutter drawer. The one that tried the app and got too confused on setup to continue.

“Too many photos of me taken from behind bushes? Sirius looks up this time, and his lips have that twist to them, the one he gets when Remus texts him.

Beautiful, Remus thinks. “I only shoot you in film,” he says.

“My apologies,” Sirius mumbles, a haughty thing that’s not an apology at all. He finishes his order and passes the phone back to Remus.

Remus goes over his shopping list again. Removes everything that’s not a necessity.

He’s just about to hit checkout when he spots the final category. Milkshakes.

Strawberry 

Banana

Chocolate

Kinder Bueno

Oreo

Remus loves a chocolate milkshake. Always has: a special treat when he was a child, on hot days in their little Welsh cottage. His mam would take big fat scoops of chocolate ice cream and mix it with fresh milk. He drunk it out of a jar they used for pickles in the winter, through a wide striped straw like they had in American movies.

It’s been a while since he treated himself. And he deserves it tonight, doesn’t he? He’s had quite an evening. He adds it to the order, a kind of guilty giddiness rushing through him that he remembers from sneaking into the sweets pantry when he wasn’t supposed to. He knows this will put him over his budget and he knows he’s going to regret it later, but now? Right now he’s tired and there’s someone else’s dried blood on his chin.

“What got you smiling like that?” Sirius asks, “found someone new to obsess over?”

“Absolutely not,” Remus is outraged. His affections aren’t fickle like that. “Just ordered a milkshake.”

“Such a child,” Sirius dismisses him, before looking back Remus’ way again. “Get me one too, won’t you? Strawberry.”

Remus adds it with no argument. Removes the laundry detergent off his shopping list. Wonders what would happen if he were to put liquid soap into the washing machine instead. Nothing good, probably.

“And go wash your face, I can’t focus on anything with that blood on you.”

The bathroom is to the left of the sofa, first door on the way to the bedroom. It’s simple, the kind of white-tiled monstrosity common in new builds. There is a bathtub lined with Sirius’ various body washes and shampoos, and in the corner hangs a bushy fern.

In the mirror, Remus looks like death walking.

He’s careful about removing the blood. It comes off easy, as if there was no weight to it. For a moment, Remus sees not his own face but the stocky man from the pub. Before, while he was taunting Sirius, and after, pale and slack-jawed and dead.

The phone call comes just as he leaves the bathroom.

It’s an unknown number and Remus doesn’t normally pick those up. His heart stops quite completely. Someone found out, he thinks.

“You ordered from Authentic Kebab and Pizza?” A heavily accented man screams into the phone over the shouts in the background.

“Yes?”

“No chocolate. I give second strawberry. Good?”

Remus’ heart breaks. “No, I…”

“And I add garlic bread. Leave review,” and he hangs up before Remus can protest that he’s not that fond of strawberry, actually. 

NEXT PART

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notes:

sorry no new part yesterday because the heat had melted my brain.

Remus isn’t getting a chocolate milkshake because he doesn’t quite deserve it yet. Yes, I know he killed a man. Don’t worry I’ll make sure he gets one eventually. the eggs are @tealeavesandtrash fault.

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[markkiatocafe]

welcome home

a short story with mark of nct

𖠚 warnings: mark calls the reader “love,” reader is implied to have hair (sorry bald readers ((via…)), the reader kinda lays in marks lap, mentions of food/they’re gonna get food + bad eating schedule (pls eat love!!! lunch is important jst like breakfast & dinner <33 no matter what i’m proud of you, you got this!!!), jst rlly domestic fluff 

𖠚 synop: getting an apartment with your new husband!mark… <3

𖠚 pairing: f!reader x nonidol!mark 

𖠚 w.c: 531

𖠚 a/n: read this as whatever you’d like ofc, but in my brain this is like a prequel of sorts, a few years before 11:45pm……either way i hope you enjoy darlings !!! ◝꒰ ´ ˘ `♡ ꒱ p.s this was “mark husband apartment new prompt (PLS WTITE SELF)”

you and mark were newly weds, and today was your first day in your new apartment together. as soon as you walked in, a box which had a tv in it in your arms, you let out a soft gasp. mark followed closely behind you, a little grin playing on his lips. “it looks…” he started, eyes flickering to the empty kitchen. “like home,” you finished for him, walking to the middle of the empty living room, placing down the box carefully and starting to walk around the place.

of course you had been here before, before you bought it and all, but that didn’t make it any less special. honestly, it made your heart flutter, walking around knowing this, not as a potential place you may or may not buy, but as your home. it wasn’t exactly the biggest thing in the world, but an apartment at all in this economy was a steal.

a little while later, you and mark were sitting on the floor, the box you brought now opened and the tv sitting on the floor, playing “pride and prejudice.” you were curled up next to mark, head lying in his lap as his fingers mindlessly played with your hair.

“y’know,” he started, making you look up at him, his eyes narrowed at the tv screen. “lizzie is pretty dramatic in this. i mean, it doesn’t even make sense why she’s so mad. if she just listened to mr. darcy, none of this would’ve happened in the first place!” you giggled. when you first told him you wanted to watch the “pride and prejudice,” you weren’t sure if he would like it. especially since his favorite movies were the whole spiderman series, i mean, that’s nothing like a cheesy romcom from 2005. although, right now, it was safe to say that you didn’t regret showing it to him.

after that discussion (which ultimately ended in you convincing mark lizzie was perfectly reasonable in her reaction, since he really couldn’t argue with you on anything, even something as small as movies), you felt a growl in your stomach. you got so caught up in watching your movie, you didn’t even realize you hadn’t eaten since breakfast. it was currently 6pm. you looked up at mark, rolling over onto your back, reaching up and pushing a strand of hair behind his ear.

“min, could we order something? please?” you asked.

he hummed in agreement, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he got his phone out of his pocket, opening the taco bell app. “is taco bell alright, love?”

you nodded, turning back towards the tv, which was now playing “spiderman: no way home” (obviously chosen by the man next to you). “sounds great to me,” you replied.

all of this, to you, felt like the start of a new chapter. maybe you were even opening a fresh book, you weren’t really sure. either way, it all felt so new, so fresh, and in the best way you could ever possibly feel that. new things were scary, but they were also exciting. you could only imagine what the future would bring to you to, and you couldn’t wait.

[realsgwife]

KL Adventures - Day 1 - My first night with Brian

I looked out the window of my hotel room in Kuala Lumpur, the city lights blinking like distant stars. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, none of which should have involved a man with a penchant for married women. But here i was, my finger hovering over the screen of my phone, contemplating his proposition.

"Come on, Sally," he'd texted, "just two more nights. It'll be worth it, I promise."

Brian's messages were persistent, but there was something in his tone that didn't sit right with me. I felt a twinge of guilt, my marriage vows echoing in my mind. Yet, the thrill of the forbidden dance we'd been engaged in for the past few weeks was like a siren's call, tempting me with excitement that had long been missing in my routine life. With a deep breath, I decided to push the boundaries a bit further.

"Alright," I typed back, "Two more nights."

My heart raced as I sent the message. The weight of my decision settled in my chest like a lead balloon, but I couldn't ignore the flutter of excitement in my stomach. I'd always been the responsible one, the reliable wife, the devoted mother, but the thrill of this secret rendezvous had a grip on me that was hard to resist.

The evening arrived, and I found myself dressed in a simple yet alluring dress, a stark contrast to the business attire of the day. I stepped into the hotel lobby and scanned the sea of faces, looking for the one that matched the profile picture from the app. My eyes locked onto Brian, standing tall and confident, his smile hinting at the mischief behind it. He approached me, and I couldn't help but feel a tingle of anticipation. He took my hand and led me to his car, the scent of his cologne intoxicating.

As we drove through the bustling streets of Kuala Lumpur, the aroma of street food filled the air. We arrived at a small, dimly lit restaurant tucked away in a back alley, a place where only locals would know. The warm glow of lights shone through the windows, revealing steam rising from large pots of simmering broth. "This is where I always come for the best pork bone soup in the city," he said with a proud smile.

The moment we stepped inside, the rich, savory scent of the soup enveloped me, and my stomach growled in response. The restaurant was a cozy, intimate space, with the walls adorned with vintage posters and the sound of sizzling woks punctuating the low murmur of conversations. The owner, a friendly chinese man with a knowing smile, greeted Brian like an old friend and led us to a secluded booth.

As we sat down, I noticed the subtle glances from the other male patrons. It dawned on me that I had chosen to forgo a bra that evening, something I rarely did. The fabric of my dress clung to my skin, revealing more than I had intended, and the cool air from the air conditioner made my nipples stand at attention. I felt a rush of heat to my cheeks, but instead of embarrassment, a strange thrill took hold. Their gazes only served to bolster my confidence, a silent acknowledgment of my allure that I hadn't experienced in years.

Brian's ego, on the other hand, was palpable. He ordered for us both in fluent Mandarin, tossing in a few local dialects for good measure. His eyes gleamed as he caught the surprised looks from the waitstaff. It was clear he enjoyed being in control, the center of attention. He leaned back in his seat, his arms stretched out along the back of the booth, his fingers lightly grazing my shoulder.

The booth seat was tight, and my short dress left little to the imagination. I felt the fabric ride up my thighs as I slid in, my skin grazing against the cool leather. His hand hovered dangerously close to my exposed flesh, and every movement sent a jolt of anticipation through me. The warmth of his body radiated next to mine, and I found myself leaning slightly into him, my resolve wavering like a candle in the wind.

As we waited for our meal, the tension between us grew palpable. The air was thick with unspoken desires, and my every breath seemed to echo with the sound of my heart pounding in my chest. The tightness of the booth only served to amplify the intimacy, our legs brushing together with every shifting position.

Suddenly, Brian leaned in, his breath warm against my neck. "Sally," he whispered, his voice a seductive murmur in my ear, "I want you to take off your panties." The audacity of his request sent a shockwave through my body, leaving me momentarily speechless. I swallowed hard, the weight of his words heavy on my mind.

I glanced around the restaurant, the low light playing tricks on my eyes, making it feel as if we were in a secret chamber. The clinking of cutlery and the murmur of conversations around us seemed to fade into the background as my heart thudded louder in my ears. With trembling hands, I slid my panties down my legs, under the table, and handed them to him, our eyes locked in a silent challenge.

He took them with a smirk, tucking them into his pocket. The thrill of the exchange sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt a warm wetness spread between my thighs. Our food arrived, the steaming bowls of pork bone soup placed before us, the rich aroma making my stomach rumble again. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to look away from him, his gaze dark with lust as he took in the sight of me, half-exposed and fully aware of the effect I was having on him.

We ate in a tense silence, the clinking of spoons against porcelain bowls the only sound between us. Every bite was a dance of temptation, my eyes flickering down to the bulge in his pants, then back up to his smoldering gaze. The heat grew, a pressure cooker ready to blow. When we finished, he placed a gentle hand on my bare thigh, his thumb stroking slow circles against my skin. The simple touch sent sparks through me, and I bit my lower lip to keep from gasping out loud.

"Let's get some fresh air," he suggested, his voice a low rumble that sent my pulse racing.

We left the restaurant, the cool night air a welcome reprieve from the oppressive heat of the dining room. He led me to a nearby bar, the neon lights reflecting in the puddles from an earlier downpour. Inside, the atmosphere was electric, the air thick with the scent of beer and the low throb of music. We found a quiet corner and settled into the plush seats. He ordered a couple of cold Tiger beers, the local favorite, and as we sipped on them, the tension grew.

The cold glass felt good against my flushed cheeks, the bubbles tickling my nose as I took a deep swig. The beer was crisp, cutting through the heat of the evening and the even hotter anticipation simmering between us. We talked in hushed tones, our conversation a dance around the subject of what was to come. The alcohol loosened my inhibitions, the sweet, bitter taste coating my tongue and making me bold.

As the beer flowed, so did our conversation, moving from safe topics to the more intimate. He spoke of his fantasies, his desires, and I found myself sharing more than I ever had with my husband. His hand grew bolder, moving from my thigh to trace the outline of my pantyless mound, the fabric of my dress now damp from my arousal. I gasped, my eyes widening, but the thrill was too potent to resist.

Then, with a sly smile, he took a small pouch from his pocket and placed it on the table between us. "Put this on," he whispered, his eyes dark with excitement. I opened the pouch to find a slim, vibrating panty inside, and my cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson. The object was sleek and black, a silent declaration of his intentions. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur, "It's something special for the both of us."

My hands trembled as I slipped the vibrating panty on beneath the table, the cool material caressing my sensitive skin. He took out his phone, his thumbs moving deftly across the screen as he synced the device to the panty. "Just a little something to keep you on your toes," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. The first buzz was faint, but as he adjusted the intensity, the vibrations grew stronger, sending a jolt through my core. I couldn't help the small moan that escaped my lips, my eyes locking onto his as I felt a new level of vulnerability wash over me.

The bar's music grew louder, a pulsating beat that seemed to mimic the rhythm between my legs. Every few minutes, the vibrations would change, a surprise that had me squirming in my seat. His control over my body was absolute, and the thrill of it was undeniable. The vibrations grew stronger, and my breath hitched as I struggled to maintain my composure, my knees pressing together in a futile attempt to contain the sensations.

The night grew late, the bar's patrons slowly thinning out. The bartender cast us a knowing smile as he wiped down the counter, and I realized we had become the main attraction. The vibrations grew more intense, and I could feel the heat pooling between my legs. The tension was unbearable, and I knew we couldn't stay much longer.

"Let's go back to my place," he said, his voice thick with lust. I nodded, unable to form words, the promise of release hanging in the air like a sweet fruit ripe for the picking. As we stepped out into the cool, damp night, the vibrations stopped, leaving me panting for more. His grip on my hand was firm, his other hand sliding down to the small of my back, guiding me through the streets of Kuala Lumpur. The city was a blur of lights and sounds, my focus solely on the man leading me to his lair.

His apartment was simple, the lighting dim and inviting. He led me to the bedroom, the king-sized bed in the center looking like an oasis in the sea of desire that was threatening to drown me. The vibrations began again, a gentle hum that grew stronger with each step closer to the bed. I could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric of my dress, the anticipation making it almost unbearable.

He pushed me onto the bed, the vibrations reaching a crescendo as his hands began to roam my body. My dress was peeled away, his eyes devouring every inch of my exposed flesh. His mouth found my neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin, making me arch into his touch. His hands slid under the vibrating panty, his fingers tracing the contours of my swollen clit, making me moan in pleasure.

The room spun around me as the vibrations grew stronger, my body writhing under his expert ministrations. He watched me, his eyes hungry, his own arousal clear through his pants. With one final, powerful pulse, the vibrations stopped, leaving me gasping for air. He leaned down, whispering in my ear, "Now, it's my turn to play."

The panties were removed, and his mouth found my sex, his tongue tracing the path his fingers had just been. The sudden sensation of his warm, wet mouth was almost too much to handle after the relentless teasing of the vibrator. I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair as he licked and sucked, bringing me closer to the edge.

My climax built like a storm, my hips bucking against his face as he continued to pleasure me. When it finally hit, it was like lightning, a jagged bolt of pure ecstasy that left me trembling and gasping for air. I had lost my inhibitions, my body no longer my own as I succumbed to the raw, primal need that had been unleashed.

Brian's touch was everywhere, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulled me closer, his mouth never leaving my sensitive core. The vibrator was forgotten, a distant memory as he worked his magic, his tongue flicking and swirling in a way that had me seeing stars. My legs were trembling, my back arched, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

As I came down from my peak, he stood, his eyes never leaving mine as he began to strip, revealing a body that was toned and sculpted from hours in the gym. The sight of him, so hungry for me, made me feel powerful, a seductress in a world where I was usually the one being seduced. The vibrator was forgotten, a mere toy compared to the man standing before me.

With a wicked smile, he climbed onto the bed, his erection jutting out from his boxers. I reached out, my hand wrapping around his length, feeling the power of his desire. He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head, and I knew I had him. The vibrations began again, a gentle reminder of the control he had ceded to me.

With newfound confidence, I straddled him, his hardness pressing against my wet folds. The vibrations grew stronger as I sank down onto him, his girth stretching me in a way that was both painful and exhilarating. He filled me completely, his hands gripping my hips as I began to move.

Our rhythm grew faster, the vibrations matching the beat of our passion. The room was a symphony of sighs and moans, the headboard knocking against the wall in a staccato rhythm. The world outside ceased to exist, the only reality the two of us tangled together in a dance as old as time.

As we neared the brink of climax, I could feel the tension coiling tight within him. His eyes were wild, his breath ragged, and I knew he was close. I leaned down, my breasts bouncing with each thrust, and whispered in his ear, "Come for me, Brian."

With a roar, he did, his body shuddering beneath me as he emptied himself. I watched him, a strange mix of satisfaction and disbelief. Who was this woman I had become? The vibrations faded away, leaving only the sound of our heavy breathing and the thundering of our hearts.

We lay there, our limbs entwined, the air thick with the scent of sex and desire. The weight of what we had done settled over me, but it was a burden I was willing to bear for the rush of adrenaline that still coursed through my veins. As we caught our breath, I realized that I was no longer the same person who had arrived in Kuala Lumpur just a few days ago. I had crossed a line, and there was no going back.

The rest of the night was a blur of passion and pleasure, our bodies exploring every inch of each other. We were insatiable, the forbidden nature of our encounter only fueling the fire that burned between us. I had never felt so alive, so alive and so… alive with sin. The guilt was there, a shadow lurking at the edge of my mind, but it was easy to push aside when faced with the intoxicating high of our illicit affair.

As the first light of dawn began to creep through the curtains, we lay in a tangled heap of limbs, our breaths slowing to match the quiet of the city outside. The weight of my actions pressed down on me, but I refused to let it ruin this moment. Instead, I basked in the glow of our shared secret, the thrill of the unknown and the excitement of what was to come in the next two nights.

[seoltzuki]

Persona

jihyo x gn reader

fluff, very unserious, suggestive (kinda), not proofread

wannabe player jihyo

You know it’s not the smartest idea, but it feels like it’s the only option to shake things up.

Nayeon’s been urging you all evening, saying, "Just get on a dating app, y/n. It’s easier to find someone who wants to hook up on there. And better yet, with no strings attached since you’re so allergic to falling in love and settling down."

You huffed and rolled your eyes. No need for her to be so… brutally honest. And so caved in. You downloaded the app and started scrolling through it. You swiped on pretty faces, ignoring those seeking long-term relationships, until one profile grabbed your attention.

Despite its douchy and fuckboy-ish vibe, you couldn’t help but be drawn to this person’s profile.

Jihyo.

Her photos showcased her with well-defined abs glistening under gym lights, another captured her in full hockey gear, while another showed her casually sporting a backward cap, adding a touch of laid-back douchiness.

Let’s not talk about her bio, which ew by the way… You cringed as you read it,

6’1 when I stand on my money.

ps: my couch pulls out, but I don’t when I’m strapped up👅💦

You gag at this but still swipe right. It’s clear she’s looking for the same casual fun as you are. And as expected, you both match, confirming your mutual interest in a no-strings-attached connection.

You begin texting Jihyo, and the conversations quickly become flirty, bordering on explicit. This back-and-forth continues for a week until Jihyo takes the initiative to set up a date to meet in person.

She suggests grabbing a quick bite at a fast food joint near her place. You find the idea crass and somewhat unappealing; after all, why bother with a lame meal when you could just head straight to her place for some action?

Nonetheless, you agree. Jihyo manages to sway you with another teasing message: “You’ll need energy if you wanna keep up with me, angel ;)”

The day arrives, and despite knowing it’s just a one-time thing, you find yourself oddly excited. You debate whether it’s worth dressing up for the occasion, knowing you’ll likely never see her again after tonight, but you make the effort anyway.

As you commute to the shitty fast food joint, a text from Jihyo pops up: “hey! I’m already here. I’m gonna be waiting for you at the bus stop, no rush :)”

You frown at first, but then a small smile creeps onto your face. It’s strange to receive such a normal and sweet text from her.

You feel a flutter in your stomach, but you quickly dismiss it. This is just a one-time thing, you remind yourself, as you gather your things to to hop off the bus.

Stepping onto the sidewalk, you glance around, expecting to spot Jihyo. However, she’s nowhere in sight until you hear your name being called. You look past the man who was hiding Jihyo, and as she steps forward, you realize she’s even shorter than you had imagined.

"I hope the ride here wasn’t too bad. Ready to eat?" She smiles wide, and you can't help but notice how much cuter she is in person than you had imagined.

You nod, following her into the restaurant. She walks with a pep in her step, and you can't help but admire how cute she looks in her baggy jeans, oversized shirt, and that damn backward hat. It's nothing like the pictures she had on her profile.

A cutie.

She orders and pays for both of you, and you can't help but slip out, "You must be really rich then."

She frowns, her lower lip popping out in a pout. "I mean-" she starts to explain, but you cut her off, "your bio. 6'1 when I stand on my money, remember?" You tease, then casually munch on your fries.

Her eyebrows arch in surprise, and a blush tinges her cheeks. "Gosh, I forgot about that. I’m sorry, it’s-"

"You’re cute."

Her blush deepens, and she adjusts her hat, offering you a shy smile.

As the conversation flows, you find yourself enjoying Jihyo’s company more than you expected. Her easygoing nature and genuine laughter put you at ease, and you start to forget about the initial awkwardness of the situation.

You notice her little quirks—the way she looks incredibly angry when she takes a delicious bite of her hamburger, that big smile that makes her eyes almost disappear, the way she gives you her full attention when you speak… It’s becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the flutter in your stomach.

She then offers you to come over for some dessert, and you can't say no. After all, this is what you originally came for anyway.

The walk to her place is short, and when you arrive, you brace yourself for the typical "fuckboy" house—a mess, dishes piled in the sink, and a less-than-ideal bathroom. However, when she welcomes you inside, you're taken aback. The place is pristine and beautifully decorated. You start to wonder if her dating profile was all just a facade.

You prepare yourself for the "dessert" as she instruct you to get comfortable. Taking a seat on the couch, you anticipate what's to come, but to your surprise, she returns with a tray to the coffee table in the center of the living room. The tray has an array of treats—brownies, cookies, and mochi—and hold up, are they homemade too!?

"I’ve made them for you! For tonight! Have a taste!" She says with pride, her smile wide and chest puffed out.

You take a cookie and bite into it, moaning at the delicious taste. It's so good that you kind of want to murder her for being such a good baker, but also for messing up your flow.

You guys should’ve been in bed by now.

She flops beside you, still smiling. “It’s so good,” you remark, savouring the last bite of the cookie.

“Yeah? I’m glad you like it, wasn’t sure what you were gonna be into,” she says, her eyes fixed on you.

As you meet her gaze, you sink further into the cozy couch. She removes her hat, allowing her curls to cascade, and you're taken aback by her beauty.

She runs her fingers through her hair before settling in, her arm draped over the back of the couch, hand supporting her chin. She continues to watch you, and you feel your cheeks flush under her gaze.

"I don’t think I’ve had the chance to tell you how beautiful you are, y/n," Jihyo says softly, her eyes scanning your face.

She bites the inside of her cheek and briefly lets her eyes drift down to take you all in. You smile shyly, noticing the subtle shift in her demeanor. Perhaps the "fuckboy" from her profile is finally making an appearance now.

Your hands sink into her sofa, and you hum, "This isn’t a pull out couch."

Jihyo’s eyes linger on yours, a teasing glint dancing in them.

"Never owned a pull out couch," she responds, her tone low and suggestive, "but I do have the strap."

You roll your eyes, but the shiver that runs down your spine betrays your true feelings. She smiles softly again, her gaze locked with yours as you edge closer to her.

"You're too crude, Jihyo. It’s not charming," you tease, allowing your fingers to trace a pattern along her arm, the tension between you growing.

"I may be crude, but hey, having a pretty person right beside me makes up for it, don't you think?" she whispers, edging closer. Her breath grazes your lips, igniting a surge of excitement within you.

And then, with a delicate touch, her lips meet yours in a tender, lingering kiss. The sensation is electric, your body melting into the moment as you get lost in the softness of her lips against yours.

A shared breath and she gives another kiss, deeper than the last. Her lips press against yours with a newfound urgency. You feel the softness of her touch as her hands slide to the back of your neck, gently pulling you closer.

A soft moan escapes your lips in response to the sensation, and she pulls back, breathless, her eyes locking with yours as the intensity of the moment hangs in the air.

“Y/n,” she starts, her voice gentle as she takes a deep breath to steady herself, “I know we’re both into the one-night stand thing, but I think I like you more than I should. And I know you should’ve been on your third orgasm by now, but for some reason, I can’t bring myself to sleep with you unless we go on, at least, two proper dates.”

You stare at her, surprised by her honesty. The air between you is charged with tension as you process her words. Despite the initial intentions of this encounter, you can’t deny the flutter of excitement in your chest at the thought of spending more time with her.

Taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you reach out and gently cup her cheek, brushing your thumb against her skin. “Jihyo,” you say softly, “I feel the same way. I’d like that.”

A smile spreads across her face, relief evident in her eyes. “Really?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Really,” you confirm, leaning in to place a tender kiss on her lips. It’s a promise of what’s to come—a beginning rather than an end.

A relieved sigh escapes her lips as she leans back against the couch, holding your hand tightly.

“Let’s watch TV and finish the sweets?” she proposes, her voice tinged with shyness.

You smile warmly at her, squeezing her hand reassuringly. “Sounds perfect,” you say, feeling a rush of affection for her. “But I need the backstory behind that insane dating profile of yours.”

Jihyo chuckles, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. “Oh, that,” she says, running a hand through her hair. “Well, you see, I had a phase where I was tired of all the boring conversations on dating apps. So, I decided to spice things up a bit and I may have gone a little overboard with the whole ‘fuckboy’ persona.”

You giggle, intrigued by her. “It definitely caught my attention,” you admit.

She smiles sheepishly. “Yeah, well, I may have exaggerated a bit,” she confesses. “But hey, it worked, didn’t it?”

“Definitely,” you agree, squeezing her hand affectionately. “But I’m glad to see the real you now.”

With a warm smile, Jihyo leans in closer, her eyes sparkling with sincerity. “Me too,” she whispers, before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

"However, I do give the best strap. No one can beat me to that and I mean it when I say I don’t pull out and-"

"Ew, you’re crude Jihyo!" you exclaim, playfully scolding her with a mock grimace.

Jihyo lets out a hearty laugh, her eyes crinkling with amusement. "Hey, just keeping it real, sweetheart."

You may not be allergic to falling in love after all.

[dearmura]

strawberry seeds

☆ cw. fem-bodied reader, periods, reader is RLY sensitive, non-sexual baths (normalize this pls), not proofread

☆ pairings. bf! riki × f! reader

☆ genre. fluff, established relationship

☆ a.n. totally not making them have Mexican cuz I'm craving it...

with a sharp pain enveloping your lower abdomen, you painfully clutch onto the ice cold handle of the fridge, hissing at the feeling. you let out a deep breath to stop yourself from tearing up, utterly exhausted at the cramps you were experiencing. strangely enough, you always seemed to crave the sweet yet acidic taste of strawberries during that time of the month, explaining your out of the blue search for them now. barely gathering enough strength to pull the door open, you let out a sigh, eyes scanning the food items for a container of strawberries

as if the mood swings didn't add to your already sour mood, you feel yourself tear up subconsciously at the realization you'd run out of the sweet berries. you acknowledge the fact that you were most definitely being overdramatic but your oversensitivity prevented you from having a clear mind, allowing streaks of tears to roll down your cheeks

hearing your breath hitch and quiet sobs from the other room, riki's blood runs cold. immediately running in search of you, his eyes soften when they meet your bloodshot ones. sitting on the floor defeated, you look up at the boy with a pout, sniffing pitifully as he caresses your cheek

"what's wrong, angel?" he speaks softly as to not frighten you, bending down so he was just above your eye level, watching as you lean into his gentle touch

"w-we ran out of strawberries" you say between sniffs, looking up at the boy like a miserable child, only making him coo. seeing tears threatening to spill from your watery eyes, he cups your cheeks before pulling you into his warm embrace

"shhh shhh angel, angel, I've got you, beautiful" he whispers sweetly, catching onto your situation by your craving alone, knowing you all too well. your breathing slowly calms down, your once tense muscles relaxing at his soft touch

"that's a good girl~" he coos, sensing you were less tense. helping you up, he snakes a hand around your waist, supporting your weight as he led you to your room. sitting you against the headboard of your bed, he lays a blanket over you before disappearing for a moment, much to your dismay, coming back a few minutes later with a heat pack and his phone

pulling you onto his lap, he holds the heat pack against your abdomen, kissing down your neck softly to distract you from the pain

"how about I order us some strawberries from the market app? wouldn't want to leave my angel's side now would I?" his voice huskily whispers into your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. you let your eyes flutter shut as you relish in the sweet attention he was giving you, the heat of the pack he gave you helping with the waves of cramps

for a while you lay like that

in his arms as he whispers sweet nothing into your ear

on a particularly painful wave of cramps, you wince a little, muscles tensing once more. instantly noticing your distress, he slips you off his lap, laying you down as he rests his head on your stomach, placing sweet kisses on your abdomen. you giggle at the ticklish sensation, completely forgetting about the pain which only seems to die down at his ministrations

he smiles warmly hearing your sweet laugh, feeling a strong sense of pride that he was the reason behind it. he lays his head on your stomach, lulled slowly by the sound of your heartbeat when suddenly a growl snaps him out of his drowsiness

he looks up with a smile, ready to tease you but refraining when remembering your sensitive state. seeing you tense for the nth time at the noise, he cups your cheek, placing a gentle kiss on your lips

"is my angel hungry?" he coos sweetly, caressing your cheek softly

"what do you say about ordering some mexican and having strawberries after? how does that sound princess?" he whispers, not forgetting to kiss just below your jaw at his last word. you nod with a smile, subconsciously leaning into his touch

about to get up, your heart drops as you feel yourself flow as you stand. looking down from where you sat, tears well in your eyes at the red stain left behind

"I-I'm so sorry, ki" you almost sob, pointing pitifully at the once white sheets now painted red. looking down at your shorts didn't help either, also stained red as you leaked right through

he only smiles, unaffected at what seemed like the end of the world to you. he almost laughs at how adorably dramatic you were being, cupping your cheek sweetly

"it's okay my love. it's natural" he reassures you, gingerly pulling the sheets from their place, bunching it together before holding it in his arms nonchalantly

"see? it's nothing, beautiful" he takes your hand, guiding you down the hall, throwing the sheets in the wash before leading you to the bathroom

hands hooking the waistband of your shorts, he looks up at you expectanly, waiting for your consent

"may I?" he asks softly. at your word, he slips off your clothes before running warm water into the bath. he flashes you a warm smile as he pours a little bit of bubble solution in the water, only making you roll your eyes playfully at his antics. though, you couldn't deny that his actions never failed to put a smile on your face

massaging some shampoo into your scalp, he sang softly as your eyes struggled to stay open

"you're my angel, angel baby, angel~" he watches you with heart eyes as he sings, making you blush uncontrollably. washing away the shampoo, his hands leave your scalp momentarily as he grabs a pair of his undergarments and a pad for you, wrapping a towel around your figure before helping slip them on

"arms up" he states softly before slipping one of his clean shirts over your head. you smile softly as you distinctly smell his sweet scent against your skin. stepping back at your figure, totally engulfed by the mere size of his clothing on you, he chuckles at how adorable you looked, pulling you into a warm hug

"so beautiful" he whispers softly, kissing your damp hair as he pulls your head to his chest, not caring that his shirt was probably all wet by now

"i love you angel...and your strawberry obsession" he giggles, looking into your eyes with pure adoration

how you hated to ruin the moment but you knew he practically asked for it

"I may have an obsession but at least I don't microwave them" you tease, only bringing a look of utter shock to his face. you only giggle mischievously

"oh you're gonna get it, pretty girl" you see his tongue poking from the inside of his cheek, feigning annoyance as he nearly pounces on you, chasing your figure down the hall as you just miss his outreached grasp

"you'll never catch me nishimura~" you add fuel to the fire, teasing him further

"nishimura? why are you calling me by my government name?" he shouts with both shock and amusement. catching up to you instantly, he envelops you in his arms, holding your waist as his lips come up to your ear, breath tickling the skin below

"if you want my last name that bad, you could've just said so angel" he whispers into your ear, about to kiss down your neck when the doorbell rings, signaling the arrival of the grocery order, making you perk up

"saved by the strawberry!" you state matter-of-factly, only making him roll his eyes at the loss of contact

you were lucky he loved you

fin

a.n. had multiple asks regarding a period fic so I just combined them here. thank you for reading my loves ~

[mysteriesmuse]

MusicStudent Katsuki Bakugou who’s the same grade and is a member of the ensemble you’re in this semester. As a percussionist he has a lot of spare time in his hands in orchestra and even more at a fantastic vantage point. There’s the barrier of percussion instruments that separates them onto their own little world — the set up spanning across the entire back of the rehearsal room as they all fly back and forth past each other to get to their multiple part assignments. — he’s got a lot of accessory assignments for this semester; and the fact of holding claves, triangles, swiping chimes, and slamming car engines means he’s relatively on the move. However, it also means he’s not assigned to anything during part of rehearsal — that means he can leave early at times. Which coincidentally happens to align with some of the pieces that you’re not assigned on. Not that you couldn’t perform them, but rather there’s no need for you to be there since they cut down on parts for this one piece in particular. But when you are both playing Katsuki tends to rely on his sense of time as his gaze wanders from the conductor to your chair. As he sits in the throne behind the timpani he gets the perfect view of you and your side profile. The perfect spot to overhear your light chatter - to read your micro expressions - to see the way you’ve dressed and the way you slightly mark your music. Katsuki snickers at the way you make haste to make an accusing face at the trombone players for wrong notes or overblasting tone. Katsuki twitches when he hears you frack a note waiting for the flashes of second hand embarrassment to touch your ears, but you pout and sheepishly shrug it away the only tinges of red as tingly thing in his chest. Katsuki who watches you pout your lips and talk as you slather in chapstick during the break and crack open an electrolyte powder into your water bottle and shake it up as the start of every rehearsal.

And you cradle that water bottle with you out into the hallway when you’re not needed and the two of you stand outside in the hallway together — that’s where he learned what you like to eat and drink and how you liked your boba order. And it’s on one day where the schedule declares that you’re on duty for the entire rehearsal and he isn’t that he decides to talk a walk; opening his notes app to make sure he gets your order right, your favorite flavor. And he stops at the boba truck that’s permanently parked on the right side of campus every afternoon and orders you both one. Walking back with the spring sunshine on his face and a black baseball cap sporting the university logo on it with two bobas in hand. The sweet cool breeze mingle with the chill sugary boba on his lips. The jelly tapioca pearls a familiar serotonin inviting sensation in his mouth. The calloused skin on his fingertips getting damp with the condensation - except it’s all more than worth it when he greats you after rehearsal in the room. Katsuki catches you as your packing up a red eye watching your form as the everything gets packed away into the gig bag. He waits until you’re ready and have turned for the door that he calls for you, “Oi’ I got you something,” shaking the second boba in the air. The slow and steady tortoise like walk you has speeds up as you dodge the playful fleeting fist bumps and voices of your cello and trombone friends. You flutter to a halt in the middle of the hallway. “No way, thank you ‘tsuki!”

He grins with a shrug, “You were talking about it before rehearsal and I had some off-time today. S’ no biggy.” The grin you have and the contact of your grabby hands against his has him laughing as you place your lips around the straw like a toddler. “I know you’re a purest about the instrument food thing.” After your enthuastic sip he adds, “Wanna pack up and walk around campus for a while to enjoy these?” He notes you’re dressed for it. In your cute tank top and breezy collared crochet button shirt — you worked on it all last semester and have been loathe to be found without it now that the real nice spring weather has arrived. “Yeah totally, let me put this away first and we can go!” And Katsuki watches you disappear for a few minute before you reappear and playfully knock shoulders with him as he holds the door open for you on the way out into the glorious March sunshine.

[mattscoquette]

what’s your workout routine!! i’ve been going to the gym but i can’t tell if what im doing is affective

my gym routine ! ♡︎☆🎀 ࣪ ˖

i talk a lot about food, diet, exercise, and weight loss under the cut:)

i go to the gym minimum 5 days a week, this is my split:

𝐦𝐨𝐧: full body

𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬: arms

𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐬: legs

𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬: chest & back

𝐟𝐫𝐢: cardio & abs

𝐬𝐚𝐭 & 𝐬𝐮𝐧: active rest days

these are the exercises i do in order on the designated days! i also walk on the treadmill for thirty minutes at the end of my workout. pls remember to work to your fullest extent, but do not overdo yourself!!!! it's okay if you cannot do all of these the first time u try, do not compare your day 1 to someone's day 100

(most of these exercises are done on the machines - if there is any uncertainty how to perform these exercises pinterest and tik tok are very useful)

𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲

୨୧ lat pull downs 4x12

୨୧ chest press 3x8

୨୧ bicep curls 3x10

୨୧ tricep curls 3x10

୨୧ leg press 3x12

୨୧ leg extension 2x12

୨୧ leg curls 2x12

୨୧ ab side twists 2x12 each

୨୧ ab crunches 3x10

୨୧ treadmill 30 mins

୨୧ stair master 15 mins

𝐛𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐬 & 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭

୨୧ rope pull down 3 mins

୨୧ bicep cable curls 3x10

୨୧ bicep extensions 3x12

୨୧ hammer curls 4x10

୨୧ bicep curls 3x12

୨୧ chest press 3x12

୨୧ butterfly 3x15

୨୧ hammer smith chest press 3x10

୨୧ dumbell incline dumbbell press 5x10

𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬

୨୧ leg extensions 2x15

୨୧ leg press 4x12

୨୧ leg curls 2x15

୨୧ leg press weights 3x12

୨୧ calf extension 3x10

୨୧ back extension 3x10

୨୧ hip abduction 3x12

୨୧ glute abduction 3x12

୨୧ glue kick back machine 2x15 each

୨୧ bulgarian split squats 2x10 each

୨୧ hip thrusts 3x12

୨୧ rdls 4x10

୨୧ smith machiene squats 3x10

୨୧ stair master until fail (cover w/ sweatshirt)

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐩 & 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

୨୧ tri pull down 3x10

୨୧ straight arm pull down 3x12

୨୧ lat pull down 4x12

୨୧ triceps extensions 3x12

୨୧ lateral raise machine 2x15

୨୧ overhead triceps curls 3x10

୨୧ forward dumbbell raises 2x12

୨୧ seated cable row 3x15

୨୧ one arm dumbbell row 4x15

𝐚𝐛𝐬

୨୧ ab twist 4x12 each side

୨୧ ab crunch machine 3x10

୨୧ ab push 3x10

୨୧ ab pull down 3x10

୨୧ hammer strength crunches 3x12

୨୧ hanging crunches 3x10

repeat second half of this section twice

୨୧ plank until failure 2 each

୨୧ dumbbell side twists 2x15

୨୧ straight leg rises 3x12

୨୧ flutter kicks 30 sec each x2

୨୧ side toe taps 3x12

୨୧ bicycle kick 3x20

୨୧ stair master 15 mins

୨୧ treadmill 30 mins

some important things to take into consideration!!:

losing weight / seeing results takes time!! do NOT get discouraged and give up if you do not see immediate results, because it will not happen. u also need to be very aware of what you are eating throughout the day - u cannot outwork a bad diet. if you are not changing your food habits at all, you will most likely not see any results.

for me, i used weightwatchers for about four months last year while following this workout plan, and i lost about 15 lbs in that time! it is a $25/month subscription, but it really worked for me. another app i used to track what i eat is mynetdiary. it helps me keep track of how many calories i eat each day, and helps me stay in a deficit. this one is free and i really recommend it.

weight loss and exercise is different for everyone! the time will pass anyway, so why not just start. you do not need to be in the gym for 3 hours everyday and eating 500 calories a day. even something as small as taking a walk everyday and being aware of what you eat is a start.

just remember to be kind to urself always!! that is whats most important in all this. you can be disciplined and still practice self love.

[rosiestalez]

Caught

Content 18+, minors will be banned

Warnings: Smut, degradation, unprotected sex, maybe an age gap, 26 year old Nightwing and 20 year old main character. Edging slightly, bad grammar and punctuation.

Summary: Dick is back in town paying a visit before school starts. He spots something interesting on your phone from the beloved blog app we have.

It has been a long week, all you wanted to do was sleep for an undetermined amount of time. Unfortunately, due to your college courses starting soon, you only had one day to prepare. You spent your summer working, crying, and drinking; something that a lot of college students do.

The sun creeps through the trippy tapestry that covers your window. Your eyes flutter open as the soft glow of 7am softly burns the sleep out of your eyes. You lay there silently for a second before Turing off your pink noise in spotify, the first 20-30 minutes of your morning is spent on Reddit; you went on a social media cleanse and only kept Reddit for “news”, but you mostly use it to keep up with r/Gothamcitybatmansightings.

You muster up the courage to get out of the plush bed your feet land on the soft carpet and you let out the biggest stretch you’ve been holding in all night. “Right well time to begin my last day of summer break”, you sigh to yourself. With that you waltz to your bathroom and begin your “day before school regimen” that you’ve had since your senior year of high-school when you met your first bottle of self tanner.

After your shower you make some coffee while letting your tanner dry. Your phone rings, you lift it to see the screen, ‘Babybat 🦇💙”.

“Hey! Good morning Richard !”,you cheer. You hate the name Dick so you decided to call him his legal name, except during sex when you let your pathetic moans do all the talking for you.

“Good morning beautiful, it’s good to hear your voice, although Richard just doesn’t flow off your tongue beautifully.” He chuckles over the phone. You simply roll your eyes, and pour your French vanilla creamer into your coffee. “Wayne and I just got back from Metropolis, so I’m bored. I know you’re busy getting your school things in order. I was wondering if you wanted to spend some time together?” He asks, you take a sip of your fresh coffee. You smile, at the thought of hanging out with him because you know what this entails; really good sex, endless pampering, and food.

“Yeah totally! I just have to put some clothes on so give me a call when you are close.” You say with excitement lining your voice.

“No clothes?” He smirks through the phone. “Stay that way I’ll be there soon, I want you on your bed waiting for me like a good girl.” You gasp, but this isn’t surprising. Your heart beat flutters down to your pussy. “Bye princess.”The line goes dead.

You down the rest of your coffee, and walk off back to your room, you slip off your robe and lay down on your bed, you have exactly 5 minutes to get into the mood to take Grayson’s cock. You scroll on tumblr reading fics about him, it’s insane how everyone is so accurate about his size, stamina, and sex positions. Your legs squeeze together in anticipation for him wet seeping from your hole, resisting the urge to touch your pussy.

Scratch that you have two minutes before he’s walking into your house. There he is in the doorway, his tall frame. He licks his lips with anticipation seeing you there vulnerable in-front of him. “God you’re such a good fucking girl.” He strips his uniform as he makes his way to your bed. “That’s what I like about you, you listen to everything I say. You do everything I ask because you’re a slut. Aren’t you?” His voice gets dark, only something you hear after a stressful mission, or when the bat family is getting to him. He comes to you for comfort and peace so it makes you wonder what happened on this trip, you see scratches on his chest that you aim to nurse back to health after he rearranges your delicate body.

“Yes sir.” Your voice shaky. He crawls on top of you, hovering your small frame. He leans in for a kiss, his kiss is deep and soft. Something you missed while he was gone, his tongue slips into your mouth fighting yours. He smiles into the kiss due to his win and pulls away. He notices your phone, open to the smutty fic you were reading before he walked in. His dick twitches against your bare thigh, the only barrier being his soft briefs.

“What is this?” His eyebrow cocks. He snatches the phone out your hand. “Dick slams into my hole, his thick cock stretching me. He tightens the leash around my neck with each stroke.” He reads aloud, your face burns, you could die right here just out of embarrassment. “Wow, you read about me?” He questions, “you read nasty things about me while I’m gone?” He follows. You just nod, no words can escape your mouth at the moment. “Well I didn’t know you liked to be collared.” He adds.

“I’m sorry, I missed you so much. You were gone for too long, and I needed you.” You explained softly. All he does is chuckle. He gets off of the bed and walks over to “the drawer”. He grabs a toy and a pair of cuffs.

“I don’t have anything to collar you with, but I will choke you until you’re dazed.” You squirm waiting for his cock to fill you.

“I’ll take that as a yes, I love when you’re a needy bitch for me. It turns me on so much.” *click* one side of the handcuff around your wrist, *click* one around your other. You can’t move your arms, they’re chained to your iron bed frame. Your breath is uneven, the flutter in your wet pussy getting faster. “Look at you, so pathetic.” He takes out his phone and flashes a picture of you. “I’m gonna use this later.” His dark smirk turned into a tooth filled grinned. *Buzzz* the toy turns on, “I’m gonna make you cum so hard you won’t need to read those.” He dances the toy along your thighs, up your body to your exposed breasts, circling it on your soft nipples, smiling as they begin to erect at the vibration. “Tell me what you want?” He whispers in your ear before kissing your pulse point. You push his hands down to your dripping center. “No darling, you have to use your words. Remember?” His arm resisting your pushes.

“I want it, I want you.” You moan.

“Where, be specific baby girl?” He looks at your cock drunk eyes.

“I want it on my puss-FUCK!” He places the vibrator on your sensitive clit before you could finish your sentence. Causing a pulse of pleasure and shock.

“Sorry did I scare you?” He asks sarcastically. “I knew you wanted it, I just wanted to have some fun.” He chuckles, but to your dissatisfaction he removes the toy from your clit. You let out a whine, “why the fuck are whining? You’re going to get what you need.” Darkness filling with voice again. “God why are you so pathetic!”

“I’m sorry Grayson.” You slightly tug at the cuffs, lift your hips up against his thigh to get some relief from the tension in your cunt. He pushes your hips down with force glaring at you; you’ve done it now you’re going to get what you want, but on his terms.

“Oh you shouldn’t have done that.” He says exactly what you’re thinking. He pulls down his briefs, his thick cock slapping against his stomach. “Look at what you do to me.” Your pussy drips and mouth waters when he point to his delicious cock. “I’m gonna use you today.” He leans over your cunt, spitting into your dripping hole. “Every- FUUUCCK- inch of you”, he shutters as he slides in. The first entrance is always the best. Your back arches at the feeling of being filled, and a small moan escapes your lips, “Shut up”, he slides out completely, and slams back in to the hilt of his cock. There’s pain and pleasure and a whine forces its way from your mouth again.

“That’s my girl, taking it all. I know you can do it.” He coos, his hand finds his way to your neck while the other supports his. “Take it all baby.” He picks up the toy, his grip tightens, he rises up placing you legs on his shoulders for stability as he places the toy on your even mores swollen clit. Your eyes begin to roll back as the feeling of being filled and stimulated. “S’beautiful”, he grunts. His pace gets quicker his hips snapping against you and his grip tightening around your neck. You can’t moan, can’t think, can’t speak. He pound into you, groaning and speaking nasty things, the toy rubs against you. You feel something boiling in your core, and pulsing in your pussy.

“I’m-“, you gasp for air, his grip unrelenting, “I’m gonna cum Rich!” His movement stops, he leaves your center and pulls the toy away from you. You look up at him with confusing.

“No you’re not, not yet.” He chuckles, he moves to hover over your face. “Taste yourself, open up.” He taps your cheek, you do as your told opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue as welcome to his cock. You gag as he reaches the back of your throat. You bob your head, his hand tangles into your hair, but is quickly removed when he feels the tracks of your expression, “s-sorry baby.” You try to smile, but it’s hard when there’s 6.5 inches in your mouth right now. He matches your pace, but his pace quickens and tears brim your eyes. “That’s my good gi-“ he shutters and a deep growl like moan escapes his lips. His cum fills your mouth. He pants, “I wanna see, open your mouth.” He pulls his cock out from your mouth, you stick your tongue out showing his excitement. “Good girl now swallow, look at me while you do it, nasty bitch.” You do as you’re told looking up in his eyes as you choke down his fluid. He really needs to drink more water. “You’re beautiful, so desperate to reach your end”, he cups your face and smiles. He reaches up to unhook the cuffs from your wrists. “Show me what you do to yourself while reading these things. Do you use your toy or your beautiful fingers?” He questions with his hands playing with your still erect nipples.

“Both”, you muster out, he smirks. He guide your hands down to your core as he assists you making soft circles along your clit. You moan arching you back to get more from the hand movements that are being created.

“Oh that’s a good girl. I bet you’re thinking of me? How good I feel inside of you.” You moan you eyes flutter close savoring the movements. “That’s such a good girl”, he removes his hands letting you take the show. He watches your body, your movements. In his eyes this is as close to heaven as he could ever get. “You’re so beautiful, can you cum for me?” He cups your face placing a gentle kiss on your lips. Your tummy coils, your pace quickens as you reach your end. The Euphoria rushes over you leaving you dazed and sleepy. “Good job baby.” He coos. Your legs clench around your hand as you work your way through you self inflicted high. You move your hand away from your pussy to reach out to his messy black hair and pull him in for one more kiss.

“Thank you Grayson.” You smile, “I missed you so much. I really wanted to see you before I start school tomorrow.” You add. He shifts in the bed finding something to clean your juices up with.

“ I know my love, it took a lot of convincing Bruce to let me come back early to give you a proper send off”, he winks wiping you down with an old towel. He tosses it to the side when done, and lays down next to you stroking circles onto your back.

You shift over to be facing him on the bed, “what happened?” You ask cupping his face in your hands. He just sighs and hugs you close.

[poraphia]

Halloooo ^^ ..

I read a lot of ur stories and now Im in love with fictions :3 (might need therapy cuz of it but nvm that)

U an amazing writer <3

(Im pretty new to Tumblr so extremely sorry if this ends up where it shouldnt be or smth like that lol)

But anywaaay , Can I pls request a Wilbur Soot angst fic :D ?

Im going thru THAT phase rn so anything would be awsome really ..

Maybe a fight (unintentionally) breaks out between Wilby and reader and Wilby accidentally raises his voice and reader gets scared ? I know its a cheesy story and people might'a written before but I barely find Wilbur angst fics anymore :(((

Anyway , Thank u so much .. U dont have to write any of this if ur uncomfortable .. Hope ur doing okay :> .. Take care n' bye :D

"You’re Being Too Loud."

➵ PAIRING! cc!stressed!wilbur x stressed!reader

➵ CREATING! 10.12.23 | 1444 words

➵ CONTAINING! angst to comfort, wilbur is ignoring reader, reader lowkey has attachment issues, reader sensitive to loud noises, wilbs is overworked

➵ SAYING! hiii @toastyliltoasts41 welcome to tumblr! sorry for the late late response but i hope you enjoy :) personally going thru this myself especially w so much work ive been doing recently and also im noise sensitive (literally walk around with noise canceling headphones all the time). thank u for all the nice words!

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I slipped off my shoes and placed them near the doorstep. My socks glided against the furnished planks as I slid to our shared office. I dragged my backpack behind me, feeling the weight of my laptop, notebooks, and textbooks. Once I made it to the room, I placed my bag on the chair and unpacked all my belongings onto my desk.

Today was too exhausting, and the one thing I dreaded doing right now was to open my laptop and be faced with more work. Instead of taking my laptop with me, I grabbed my phone and dragged myself out of the office and into the bedroom.

After changing into my loungewear, I snuggled myself into silk sheets, shivering a little from the cold fabric wrapping around my body. Ignoring the chill, I held up my phone with both of my hands and swiped open the messaging app to text my boyfriend. I glanced at the past messages, realizing that Wil hasn’t responded to any of my messages from this afternoon. The last time he texted was this morning when was telling me what time he would come home. Sighing, I typed in another message in hopes that this time he would respond.

“Hey, I’m home now. Too tired to cook food today. Let’s order something when you get home? <3”

I clicked send before clicking off my phone and placing it on the nightstand. My eyes fluttered close, and slowly, I drifted off to sleep.

I woke to the sound of footsteps clicking against the ground. With my hands I pushed my body up to examine the noise. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a familiar tall figure headed toward the office. A small smile formed on my face as I carefully got out of bed.

My bare freet pressed against the cream colored carpet. I wandered around the hallway before finding the office door slightly ajar. Through the crack I saw Wil hunched over his computer. His sweater’s sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his fingers hastily clicked against his keyboard. Quietly, I approached him from behind, throwing my arms around his shoulders and hugging him close.

Wil quietly hummed in response. I titled my head, pecking his cheek, but he didn’t react and instead his eyes stayed glue to his screen. My eyebrows slightly furrowed, but nonetheless, I continued hugging him.

“Hey, sweetheart.” I mumbled in a croaky voice.

“Hey,” he replied blankly.

“Did you see my texts earlier today?”

“Uh huh,” He said absently. “I saw the message after I ate though. Sorry.”

I felt my chest tighten a little, hurting at his absence. All I wanted in the moment was a hug and a conversation about each other’s day, but instead, he was absorbed in his work and couldn’t even make the effort to look at me.

“Wil, can we talk?” I asked.

He slightly shook his head. “No, not right now, honey. This video has to be out by tomorrow and one of our editors hasn’t been feeling well so I took up the work.” He explained briefly.

“But you’re already busy working at the studio…” I mumbled.

“I know, but I can finish this up by tonight. Just give me some time, please.” He requested. My heart skipped a little, feeling like a dog that had been put aside for a brand new puppy.

“Wil, you haven’t talked to me all day. Could we at least just have dinner together?” I nearly pleaded.

“I already said I just ate, (y/n).” Wil said rather sternly. “Please can I just finish my work?”

“But I want to spend time with you.” I said, speaking up a little bit. I unwrapped my hands away from him and stepped back a little. He turned his chair a little to face me with one of his hands still on the keyboard. He looked up at me, a stressed but furrowed expression on his face. I wrapped my arms around myself, hugging my own chest.

“I want to spend time with you but you’re basically prioritizing this work over me.” I said again. “I understand that sometimes you have too much work. I understand that. But we haven’t been spending time with each other for the past few days and it’s driving me crazy. I just want to relax with you, Wil.” I bit the insides of my cheek. Wil, in turn, sighed and rubbed his nosebridge.

“I’m not prioritizing work over you, (y/n), I’ve just been busy lately and this argument is just stressing me out even more.” His words were spat out like venom.

“Which is why I’m asking that we just spend time together! This isn’t just for me, but it’s for you too.” I threw my hands up, frustrated. “Wilbur, we can relax together! You’re acting like this isn’t stressing me out either!”

Wil got up from his seat now. His tall figure nearly towered over me, making me slightly cower. “I DON’T WANT TO FUCKING RELAX RIGHT NOW, (Y/N)! I HAVE SHIT TO DO!”

I stepped back, nearly stumbling. Without realizing, tears were running down my burning hot cheeks. The air went cold and I felt this hallowing emptiness surrounding me. A ringing was bouncing in my eardrums and goosebumps ran through my arms and legs. He looked down at me, eyes wide as if he just realized what words escaped his lips. Before he could say a word, I walked out of the office and back into bed, slamming the door behind me.

I jumped into the mattress and buried my face deep under the sheets. I quietly sobbed into the fabric, not caring for the tears darkening the silk. It didn’t take but a couple minutes later to hear the creaking of the door and soft footsteps approaching the bed. I lied still under the covers as I felt the mattress dip from a newfound weight.

Wil sat there for a while. His knee shook a little, making a tiny thumping noise against the floor. I was turned away from him with his lower back lightly pressing against the heel of my foot.

“(y/n)..?” He softly called out for me. “Are you awake..?”

I shifted a little, moving my foot away from him to let him know I was listening. He sighed with his leg coming to a stop.

“(y/n), I’m sorry. I—I’ve just been really stressed, but that gives me no right to start yelling at you. And me being really busy has been taking away the time with you.” He paused a little bit, presumably licking his lips. I still didn’t have the courage to move. Instead I laid still, not daring to move. “I’m really sorry, (y/n).” He apologized again.

A deep sigh huffed from my nostrils before I sat up, letting the sheets cascade off my body. He turned his head to look at me, his feet still planted on the ground. I looked into his eyes, seeing the pained looked deep in those irises.

“Y-You know I don’t like loud noises.” I croaked out, my voice cracking with my words. He slowly nodded, bringing his legs up on the bed to fully face me. “And I really don’t like it when you yell. Please, I really just wanted to spend time together.”

“And we will spend time together.” He grabbed my hands and cradled them in his. “I’ll message Elodie right now if she could finish the work. But right now, it’s going to be me and you together, okay? We can maybe catch up on our show and I’ll order some food for you, okay?” He reassured, rubbing his thumb against the back of my hand. “Maybe I’ll steal some fries from you every once in a while.”

I giggled a little. “Noooo! Get your own food!” I whined, lightly pushing his shoulder. He chuckled in response before wrapping his arms around me, pulling me close to his chest. I wrapped my arms around his torso in response, breathing in his scent.

“I just missed you, Wil, you know that…” I softly whispered. He nodded, running his fingers through my hair.

“I missed you too. I promise I do.” He whispered back. His voice was low and deep but he made sure to maintain his volume. It was soothing, something I could fall asleep to,

and most importantly,

it wasn’t loud.

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a / n ~ hope you enjoyeddd notes of all kind are super duper appreciated! if you wanna be in a taglist or an anon my inbox is always freee :D ALSO SURPRISE!! TWO ONESHOTS IN ONE DAY I AM ON A ROLLLL

[alpha-trauma-novel-trans]

Chapter 95

Aside from Dohyun's, Wooyeon had never been to anyone's house before. Moreover, the space with the title of ‘single room’ was almost like an unknown world. To him, the idea of going to Garam's place was more exciting than the suggestion of going to an amusement park.

As soon as they finished eating, they hopped in a taxi and headed to Garam's. They could have gotten a hired car, but they didn't want to alert the house. Dohyun hailed a cab without a word and carefully dressed Wooyeon in a jacket.

“It's a little chilly out.”

After they got out of the cab, they walked side by side, sharing an umbrella. Dohyun had held the umbrella over them since they left the house, so Wooyeon had forgotten to grab an extra one. The umbrella was cramped for the two of them, and their shoulders stuck out if they weren't pressed closely together, but that wasn't bad.

“You aren't getting wet, right?”

“I'm fine, but... Hyung, aren't your shoulders getting wet?”

“I'm fine.”

One foot, then another. With each step, water droplets splashed. The light rain tapped the umbrella in time with each step. Wooyeon looked at Dohyun from the corner of his eye and grabbed his arm.

“I don't mind the rain.”

An umbrella held by someone other than Secretary Yoon. To share an umbrella with someone else. Even walking down the street on a rainy day like this.

Everything he did for the first time was okay because he was with Dohyun. Every time their shoulders brushed, his heart fluttered like it had when he had a crush on him. Dohyun smiled pleasantly and tilted the umbrella toward Wooyeon.

Garam's place was a newly built villa not far from the school. They had to enter a code at the entrance, and Garam came down as soon as Dohyun called. She was wearing a large boxy shirt and lime-colored shorts, making her presence felt even from beyond the door. 

“Oh, Wooyeon, you dyed your hair?”

She hurried downstairs with her shoes were matching. One was a pair of flip-flops and the other was a pair of sky blue slippers. They were all colorful and crazy.

“I haven't unpacked yet, so it's a bit of a mess, but just bear with it. Sungyu got here a while ago.”

Garam said in a low voice, leading the way up the stairs.

The low staircase was too narrow for two of them to climb together. Wooyeon followed her, glancing around without Garam's knowledge.

“Kwon Sungyu, the kids are here!”

“They're here.”

Sungyu sat down in the living room and greeted Dohyun and Wooyeon as if he were in his own home. So much had changed in just a week since they saw each other, but he looked exactly the same as he had on the last day of school.

“Nice place. Clean.”

Dohyun closed the front door and took a cursory look around. Wooyeon followed Dohyun and took the opportunity to look around. As soon as he took off his shoes, he was in the kitchen, and after three steps, he saw the door. He didn't realize how amazing it was to see the whole house at once.

“Have you ever been in a house this small before?”

Garam tapped Wooyeon on the shoulder and smiled warmly. Wooyeon, who was looking up at the ceiling, suddenly turned to look at Garam.

“Oh... I'm sorry.”

“I see you're not saying no.”

Fortunately, she didn't look offended. Laughing, Garam nudged the pile of stuff with her foot. 

"Just shove everything aside... But why are you two empty-handed when coming to a new house?"

"Wow, I didn't see either of you like that. I brought toilet paper."

Dohyun plopped down next to Sungyu, unperturbed by the outpouring of boos. Wooyeon also took notice and sat down cross-legged next to him. It was his first time going to someone else's house, so he hadn't thought of a housewarming gift.

“Order whatever you want to eat. I'll buy.”

“I was waiting for you to say that. Sungyu, open the app.”

The voices echoed from the lack of furniture. The house was disorganized, and you could hear the rain outside the window. Despite the unpleasant surroundings, Wooyeon felt excited.

“Shall we get some Chinese food?”

“We should eat something expensive for the guy who's paying for it.”

"When someone moves, they usually eat jajangmyeon."

“There's a bowl delivered here, do you want it?”

“No, I want something expensive.”

"Oh my."

If he hadn't come out, Wooyeon would have wasted another day. He would have stayed in the house with no one around and watched the rain fall, and as always, he would drift into depression until the rainy season ended.

"What do you want to eat? Chicken, okay?"

"Wooyeon can't eat chicken."

“Then pizza?”

“I ate pizza yesterday.”

“Kwon Sungyu can't leave it alone, really.”

"Hey, why are you only picking on me?"

Wooyeon swallowed a laugh as he listened to Garam and Sungyu chatter away. They never seemed to tire of each other, and whenever they were together, they never stopped talking, even if it was just small talk.

“What about sushi? Kim Dohyun loves sushi.”

Garam said and pointed at Dohyun. Wooyeon, who had just learned that 'Kim Dohyun likes sushi,' absentmindedly turned his gaze. Dohyun was staring at Wooyeon shyly, not paying attention to the conversation.

“...Do you like sushi?”

Dohyun's eyes were filled with a cute feeling, so he couldn't overcome his embarrassment and move his lips. Dohyun watched Wooyeon and closed his eyes gently.

“Yeah, I like sushi.”

His face felt flushed. It wasn’t the first or second time he had seen this smile, but how could it be so different every time? While Wooyeon was tugging his earlobe, Garam started choosing a menu at the sushi restaurant with the highest rating.

They chose sushi, pizza, and tteokbokki. They insisted on ordering the expensive stuff, but it wasn't much different from what they usually ate. Garam lamented the food she ordered, saying it was the food of someone who had eaten it before. 

“Speaking of which, we'll be getting our grades soon.”

“Oh my, that’s right. This is a big deal, I messed up my final exam.”

Luckily, the food all arrived around the same time, and since there was no dining table, Garam laid out the boxes roughly and unwrapped them on the floor. It was the first time he'd eaten something on the floor since the night he got drunk at M.T.

“Our study goal was 4.0, right?”

“Bullshit. I couldn't even study at the end. 4.0 is your dog's name.”

"Wooyeon, do you think you'll get good grades?"

Sungyu asked, and Wooyeon shook his head, not sure about it. He thought he did well, but since it was his first time getting a final grade, it was hard to guarantee. But since Dohyun helped him, he'd probably be in the top tier.

"Did you two go on a lot of dates? I didn't contact you on purpose to surprise you."

"I went to my parents' house, so we couldn't meet."

“Oh, well, if I'd known that, I would've called you instead of staying away.”

Wooyeon gave a vague answer to Garam, who must have been bored. When asked what he's been doing, he talked about movies, working out, and swimming, just like he did with Dohyun. Garam was interested in movies, and Seongyu's eyes widened at the mention of a pool.

“You can come over when you're free.”

“Where, your place?”

“Yeah. We can watch movies, use the pool...”

"Awesome. Ji Suhyang's house... no, it's my first time going to such a big house."

Since Suhyang is not at home most of the time, she won't mind if someone comes over. The employee is actually happier when he hears that a guest is coming. Last time, he prepared a fancy dinner when he heard that a friend was coming.

No champagne this time. Wooyeon thought to himself.

They rolled around the house long after they had eaten. They kept eating the leftover food until nightfall, and Garam bought them coffee and cake after.

All they did was eat, lie down, and chat, but before they knew it, it was close to midnight.

“Hmmmm.”

Ten minutes to midnight. Just as Wooyeon was starting to think it was time to head home, Garam coughed awkwardly. She nudged Dohyun with her foot and gestured to the front door.

“Hey, go out and get some ice cream with Wooyeon.”

It was almost like an order, but Dohyun obediently got up from his seat. When he held out his hand, Wooyeon also got up awkwardly.

“Shouldn't we be going now?”

"Let's play some more. We live alone anyway."

"That's right, that's right. Hyung, I like corn."

Wooyeon tilted his head while holding Dohyun's hand. It was hard to explain, but the atmosphere was strange. Even though the others didn’t notice, Sungyu’s expression was awkwardly frozen.

“Let's go, Yeon-ah.”

Well, it must be because of the mood. Wooyeon, who tried hard to shake off the awkwardness, put his feet into his shoes. Up until then, Wooyeon hadn’t seen Dohyun secretly exchanging glances with them.

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[gourjenous]

Roommate Revelations || l.haechan

You had no idea what living with Haechan would really be like. At first, you thought it would be a relatively smooth transition. You’d known him for a while through mutual friends, and when you needed to move to the city for a new job, he was quick to offer you a room in his apartment. It seemed like a win-win situation—financially reasonable, plus you got along well with Haechan, so there shouldn’t have been any issues.

When you first moved in, everything seemed perfect. Haechan’s energy was contagious, filling the apartment with laughter, music, and late-night conversations that would last until the early morning. He was easy to talk to, always knew how to lighten the mood, and had a knack for making every situation feel fun. Whether it was going grocery shopping or binge-watching a random show on Netflix, being around Haechan made everything more enjoyable. He was, in a word, comfortable.

But comfort can be deceptive.

It didn’t take long for something to shift. Living with someone as outgoing and magnetic as Haechan had its challenges, but it wasn’t the typical roommate disagreements that got to you. No, the problem wasn’t Haechan’s habits or his loud music. The problem was something entirely different—something that started with the way your heart would skip a beat whenever he sat next to you on the couch or how your stomach would flip when his laugh filled the room. You tried to brush it off at first. After all, Haechan was known for his playful personality, always teasing everyone around him, always a bit flirty. It was just part of who he was.

At least, that’s what you told yourself. But the more time you spent with him, the harder it became to ignore the growing feelings inside you.

It was a Friday night when things started to change, when the lines between friendship and something more began to blur.

You had come home from a long day at work, exhausted but looking forward to a relaxing evening. As you opened the door to the apartment, the familiar sound of Haechan’s laughter echoed from the living room. He was lounging on the couch, watching something on TV when he spotted you.

"Hey, you’re home!" he said brightly, flashing that signature smile that always seemed to make your heart flutter. "I was about to order some food. You hungry?"

You kicked off your shoes and dropped your bag by the door, already feeling the tension of the day begin to melt away. "Yeah, starving actually. What are you thinking?"

"Pizza?" Haechan offered, grabbing his phone and scrolling through his delivery app. "We could do extra cheese. I know that’s your thing."

You smiled, touched by the fact that he remembered such a small detail. "Yeah, sounds perfect."

As Haechan placed the order, you sank onto the couch next to him. Your leg brushed against his, and the warmth of his body sent an unexpected shiver up your spine. It was a subtle touch, one that normally wouldn’t have meant much, but tonight it felt... different.

"You okay?" Haechan asked, glancing over at you with a raised eyebrow.

You cleared your throat, trying to shake off the weird feeling. "Yeah, just tired."

He nodded, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Rough day?"

"Rough week," you corrected, leaning back against the couch cushions.

"Well," he said, shifting slightly so that he was sitting closer to you, his knee now resting against yours. "Pizza and a movie will fix that. We can watch something dumb and chill out."

You nodded, grateful for the distraction. Haechan always had a way of making you feel better, even if it was just with simple things like watching a ridiculous movie or ordering food. The two of you quickly fell into your usual rhythm—joking around, making fun of the plot, and just enjoying each other’s company. But tonight, there was an underlying tension that neither of you acknowledged.

When the pizza arrived, you both grabbed slices and settled back into your spots on the couch. Haechan, being his usual self, couldn’t resist making dramatic commentary on the movie, causing you to laugh so hard at times that your sides hurt. Yet in between the laughter, there were moments where you’d catch him looking at you, his gaze lingering a bit too long.

At first, you brushed it off as your imagination. But then it happened again. And again.

You weren’t sure what to make of it. The two of you were close, sure, but you had never thought of Haechan as someone who could return your feelings. He was naturally affectionate, flirty even, but you’d seen him act like that with all of his friends. Why would he treat you any differently?

As the movie went on, you became more aware of the space between you—or rather, the lack of space. Haechan had gradually shifted closer until his leg was fully pressed against yours, his arm draped lazily over the back of the couch behind you. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, and it was making it increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than him.

The movie ended, but neither of you made a move to turn off the TV. Haechan was lying on his back now, his head resting on your lap as he scrolled through his phone, completely relaxed.

"You’re quiet tonight," he remarked, glancing up at you with a curious expression. "What’s going on in that head of yours?"

You hesitated, unsure of how to answer. How could you explain the confusing mix of emotions swirling inside you? How could you admit that being this close to him was making your heart race in ways you didn’t quite understand?

"I’m just tired," you said after a moment, your hand absentmindedly running through his hair.

Haechan hummed in response, closing his eyes and leaning into your touch. "You’re a terrible liar, you know."

Your hand froze for a second, your fingers still tangled in his soft hair. "What do you mean?"

He opened his eyes, tilting his head slightly so he could meet your gaze. "I mean, you’re acting weird. You’ve been distant lately. Did I do something?"

His tone was light, but there was a genuine concern in his eyes that made your chest tighten. He was looking at you so intently, waiting for an answer, and suddenly you felt like you couldn’t keep pretending.

"It’s not you," you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. "It’s just... I don’t know. It’s hard to explain."

Haechan raised an eyebrow, his curiosity clearly piqued. "Hard to explain? Try me. You know you can tell me anything, right?"

You nodded, biting your lip as you tried to find the right words. "Yeah, I know. It’s just... I’ve been feeling kind of confused lately."

"Confused?" Haechan sat up slightly, shifting so that he was now facing you fully. His expression softened as he studied your face. "About what?"

There it was. The moment you’d been dreading. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, your palms growing sweaty as the weight of your unspoken feelings pressed down on you.

"About us," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Haechan’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in closer, his expression a mixture of curiosity and something else you couldn’t quite place. "Us?"

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. "Yeah. I just... I don’t know how to say this without making things weird."

"You’re already making it weird by not saying it," Haechan teased lightly, though there was a gentleness in his voice that put you at ease.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. "I’ve been feeling... different lately. About you. I don’t know when it started, but it’s been driving me crazy."

Haechan didn’t say anything at first. He just stared at you, his gaze searching your face for some kind of explanation. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he smiled—a soft, almost shy smile that you hadn’t seen from him before.

"Different how?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You hesitated for a moment, but you knew you couldn’t back out now. "I think I like you. More than just as a roommate. More than just a friend."

There. You said it. The weight of those words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, you were terrified of what might come next. What if he didn’t feel the same? What if you had just ruined everything?

But then Haechan did something you didn’t expect. He reached out and gently cupped your face in his hands, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek.

"I was wondering when you’d figure that out," he said softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Your breath caught in your throat. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," he continued, his smile widening, "I’ve been feeling the same way for a while now. I just didn’t know if you’d ever pick up on it."

You blinked, your mind struggling to process his words. "You... you have?"

"Yeah," he said with a small laugh, his thumb still tracing gentle circles on your cheek. "Why do you think I’ve been so flirty with you? I was kind of hoping you’d take the hint."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you, the tension that had been building between you suddenly melting away. It felt surreal, like the air around you had shifted, and the weight of all your unspoken feelings was finally lifted. You had spent so long doubting yourself, unsure if what you were feeling was real, but now here you were, face to face with the person you hadn’t realized had been feeling the same way all along.

"You’ve been flirting with me this whole time?" you asked, your voice a mix of disbelief and amusement.

Haechan let out a soft laugh, his hands still gently holding your face. "Of course I have. I just didn’t want to freak you out. I thought you’d never notice." His tone was teasing, but there was a vulnerability in his eyes now, something deeper, like he had been holding this back just as much as you had.

"I thought that was just… you," you admitted with a nervous laugh. "You flirt with everyone."

He chuckled again, this time more earnestly. "Okay, yeah, I’m naturally flirty, but this was different. I’ve been dropping hints, like, left and right, and you were just totally oblivious."

You couldn’t help but smile, the anxiety you had been holding onto for so long starting to fade. "I guess I’ve been too scared to see it for what it was."

Haechan’s thumb continued to brush your cheek, the gesture soothing. His voice dropped slightly as he looked at you with a seriousness that you hadn’t seen from him before. "Well, now that we’ve got everything out in the open… what do you want to do about it?"

The question hung between you, and for the first time in what felt like weeks, you didn’t feel the familiar knot of anxiety in your stomach. Instead, there was a warmth—a sense of clarity. You didn’t have to keep questioning what this was or where it was going. You knew now that you weren’t alone in your feelings.

"I think," you said slowly, your heart beating faster as you spoke, "I’d like to see where this goes. If you’re up for that."

Haechan’s smile grew, a spark of excitement dancing in his eyes. "You’re really asking me if I’m up for it? You’re the one who’s been holding out on me this whole time."

You laughed, feeling the tension between you ease even further. "Okay, fair point. I guess I’ve been a little slow on the uptake."

Haechan shifted closer to you, his hands sliding down to rest on your shoulders as he looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So, does this mean I get to stop pretending like I’m just your annoying roommate and start being something more?"

Your heart pounded at the way he said something more. You nodded, unable to hide the grin spreading across your face. "Yeah, I think it does."

He didn’t wait another second. Before you could even process what was happening, Haechan leaned in, closing the distance between you and pressing his lips softly against yours. It wasn’t rushed or urgent; it was slow, deliberate, and full of all the emotions that had been building between you for weeks. The world seemed to slow down as you kissed him back, your hands finding their way to his hair, tugging him closer.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing heavily, but the atmosphere between you was light—relaxed, like a weight had been lifted off both your shoulders.

"Wow," you breathed out, barely able to process what just happened. "That was…"

"About time?" Haechan finished for you with a cheeky grin.

You laughed, your forehead still pressed to his. "Yeah, about time."

For a moment, the two of you just stayed like that, caught in a bubble where nothing else mattered. The TV in the background was still humming, the empty pizza box sat forgotten on the coffee table, and the dim lighting of the apartment cast a soft glow over the both of you.

It was Haechan who finally broke the silence. "So, does this mean we’ll have to tell our friends we’re dating now?" He said it so casually, as if the concept of the two of you dating had been a foregone conclusion all along.

Your stomach did a little flip at the word dating, but it wasn’t fear this time—it was excitement. "I mean, we could… or we could just let them figure it out on their own."

Haechan raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "You really want to see how long it takes them to notice?"

You shrugged, grinning. "Hey, if I was this oblivious, maybe they’ll be too."

He let out a laugh, pulling you closer to him as he leaned back against the couch. "You’re such a dork."

"And you’re stuck with me now," you teased, resting your head on his shoulder.

Haechan wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side as he kissed the top of your head. "I wouldn’t have it any other way."

The days that followed felt surreal, like you had crossed a threshold into something new and exciting. You and Haechan didn’t need to make a big announcement to your friends—slowly, they started to pick up on the changes. The lingering glances, the inside jokes that had always been there but now carried a deeper meaning, the way you seemed to gravitate toward each other more naturally.

Johnny was the first to call you out on it. "So… you and Haechan, huh?" he had asked one day, a sly grin on his face as the two of you grabbed lunch.

You had almost choked on your drink, but Johnny just laughed, clearly having known all along. "Took you guys long enough."

One by one, the rest of your friends started to catch on, and the teasing was relentless. But none of it mattered, because for the first time in a long time, you felt completely at ease with your feelings. Haechan was by your side through it all, as playful and supportive as ever, but now there was an added layer of something deeper between you—something that made every moment feel brighter.

Being with him felt natural, like it was always supposed to be this way. You were still figuring things out, still navigating this new territory of being more than just roommates, but it didn’t feel daunting. It felt exciting. Every day was a new revelation, a new opportunity to discover something else you loved about him.

And as for Haechan? He was just as insufferably cheeky as ever, constantly reminding you that he had been waiting for you to "catch up" to him all this time.

But in those quiet moments, when the teasing stopped and it was just the two of you, Haechan would look at you with that soft, tender expression—the one that told you everything you needed to know. You had crossed the line from roommates to something more, and there was no going back.

Not that you wanted to.

In fact, you couldn’t imagine your life any other way.

Because now, with Haechan by your side, everything felt right.

And that’s how the revelation of your true feelings transformed everything—turning a friendship and a simple roommate situation into something so much more meaningful, so much more real. The world was brighter with Haechan in it, and together, you were ready to face whatever came next, side by side.

[dilxcc]

Heyyyyy!! I was wondering if you could do a little something with Chanyeol were he and reader are working on a song together and everything is being recorded and they become really close and when the video is posted the fans love their chemistry and they beg them to make more music together and in one of the videos they forget that they’re being recorded and they kiss or something 😅(it’s cool if you don’t want to take this request)

a bit too close ᡣ𐭩 park chanyeol

fluff, kinda slowburn, friends to lovers, love confession, mutual pining, a little bit of kissing🧍, reader is so in love with him, grammatical error

chanyeol x f!reader

a/n idk if this is good but i hope you like it 😭

"i think it would sound better if you..." his words fell on deaf ears as you admired him. it was clear to everyone how head over heels you are for him. the way his bangs fell over his forehead, the way his dimples showed at the slightest smile, the way he would cover his mouth slightly when he was complimented.

"y/n? did you hear what i was saying?" chanyeol waved his hand in front of you, causing you to snap out of your stupor. "sorry?" you blinked, eyes slightly widened. "as i was saying, i think it would sound better if you soften your voice a little at this part," he repeated, chuckling softly at your antics.

you leaned closer to him and looked at the printed lyrics that were full of his scribbled notes. "which part?" you inquired, your eyes scanning through your part. his finger pointed out to the closing part. you flinched slightly when you felt his touch on your face. "your hair was in the way," he admitted, acting as if tucking your hair behind your ears was the most natural thing to do.

your cheeks burned slightly and you stepped a few steps back. "right," you stuttered slightly, now fixing your hair nervously. "oh, should we take a break? it's almost lunchtime," chanyeol muttered, looking at his phone's lock screen. you could only nod in reply, not trusting your voice to answer him. "what do you want? i'll order it for us," he scrolled through a food app.

soon enough, the two of you finished your recordings and it was finally time to leave the studio.

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eris4life: did you guys see the way she was looking at him??? 👀

channielove: no wayyy did you not see the WAY chanyeol was looking at her??? eris4life: omg i just noticed! are we smelling something hereeee

kyungkyungsoo: omg they should totally collab more! they sound so good together!!!

baeksblub: guys... i think we're getting an announcement soon

you scrolled through the video's comment section, face flushing slightly because of how obviously you were staring at chanyeol. they even gave the exact time stamp! but the thought of chanyeol doing the same made your heart flutter. was he staring at you too? you hadn't noticed.

chanyeol on the other hand was smiling to himself while remembering the time you two were recording the song. his grip on the pillow grew tighter every time he remembered your smile. "hyung, he's at it again," sehun whispered in junmyeon's ear. "who's at what again?" junmyeon tilted his head slightly. kyungsoo pointed his finger toward chanyeol who was smiling ear to ear like a high school girl in love.

chanyeol was not the type to back down from a challenge. he considers talking to you more – getting to know you a challenge as not many people would have the courage to talk to the one they are interested in.

his finger hovers over your username, contemplating whether he should follow you or not. maybe this was a bad idea – that this was a very stupid idea. but hell, he loves stupid.

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real__pcy

hey 🫣

were your eyes deceiving you or did you accept a new message from chanyeol?

y/n

hey 🫢

real__pcy

do you want to get coffee sometime? no pressure you can say no

the two of you somehow just clicked. chanyeol made you laugh so much. you made him laugh so much.

not even a year after your collaboration, the two of you were already planning a new song together. except this time, both of you were jumpy.

an accidental touch to the hand caused both of you to flinch and jump in the opposite direction. the sudden close distance made both of you stutter your words and look in the other direction. and the simplest eye contact almost caused you to ruin the whole song while recording.

you remind yourself to be mindful of your actions as the two of you are being recorded. but it was so hard sometimes when his closeness lingered a few seconds long. he probably hates you right? you were being awkward and unprofessional while recording.

"you two should take a break," the director instructed, getting up from his chair and walking out of the studio. you let out a sigh and sat down on the chair inside the recording room. and he followed suit. he carefully sat down beside you, hoping you wouldn't be uncomfortable. "so..." he started, his voice sounding awkward.

"i think you did great, by the way," he complimented, smiling shyly at you. "i think you did great, too," you returned the compliment. after a while, the silence returned. though this time, it wasn't as uncomfortable as it was a few minutes ago.

.

a few days later, the two of you returned to the studio for the final recording. due to both of you being incompetent, the recording time was longer than expected. your interaction a few days ago made both of you less skittish. except for the occasional awkward laughter.

at one point, you hadn't even realized that the two of you had gotten so close while inspecting the lyrics. "this part–" his words died down in his throat when his arm brushed yours. "sorry," he muttered but made no effort to move away. your eyes didn't peel away from his and instead, the two of you were leaning into each other's face.

with chanyeol being tall, he had to bend down a little. you closed your eyes, half-expecting for him to kiss you. while the other half; well...

his lips met yours in a slow yet sensual kiss. it wasn't rushed. and for some reason, it just felt so right. the world around you vanished and you could only feel the two of you standing there; in the room right now.

when you finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours and slowly regained his breath. "is it too late to admit that i like you?" he smiled, his cute dimples showing. you shook your head and smiled. "i like you, too,"

.

the video went viral just a few hours after being published.

chanslover: chanyeol please just one chance 😭😭

jonginreal: YESSSS THEYRE TOGETHER

junmyeonsfakecotton: my ship is sailing. i can finally die in peace.

baekshands: OMG OMG OMG TELL ME IM NOT DREAMING

kyungsoochest: you are not.

[nabipumpum]

CAN I BE THE FIRST? - 07 ᴹⁱⁿʲⁱ ˣ ᶠ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Y/n always tried to manage on her own, especially with the family she had, but after becoming a trainee she realized that not everyone hated her. After the debut she still tries to deal with her feelings, but everything becomes even more confusing after having to approach NewJeans for better coexistence in the company.

Pairing - Kim Minji X f!Reader

Warning - mention of mom and daddy issues, self-acceptance problems, mention of homophobic parents, Y/n doesn't know how to deal with feelings, a little swearing.

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1 month ago…

Minji smiled when she heard you whisper the same phrase that was said in the cartoon you were watching, it was no secret that you loved children's cartoons and she finds that adorable about you. The girl watched you, looking at every detail on your face, you were focused on the cartoon that you'd certainly watched dozens of times but you seemed to love it anyway, you looked ethereal in her eyes, with your hair falling lightly on your face, eyes shining and a slight space between your lips, probably due to the way you were concentrating. When the episode ended she quickly looked away from your face as soon as she noticed you turning to look at her.

“We should eat something.” You spoke quietly and she looked at you.

“What do you want to eat?”

"French fries." you look at each other for a few seconds, you smile slightly “Please?” She laughs and sits on the bed, you do the same.

“Shouldn’t we order something healthier?”

“I've been eating healthy all week, Unnie…” she felt her heart race as she saw his feline eyes shine at her.

“Okay, you win.” you smiled and took out your phone and opened the app to order the food as quickly as possible.

You smiled as you ate and looked at Minji, only to notice that she was already looking at you, your heart sped up and you felt that feeling again, your body heated up from the look, your ear felt like it was burning and you quickly dodged it, heading back the look at the fries in front of you.

It had been a while since you noticed this different way you felt around Minji, it wasn't the same feeling as being around your members, Yunjin or Danielle, much less being close to Haerin. Minji hit differently, you didn't know why, you obviously thought she was beautiful, all your friends are beautiful and you know that, so why was it different with Minji? You didn't want to admit that you felt something beyond friendship, you couldn't.

Your parents consumed your head, their voice runs through your mind whenever you even think about Minji, you didn't want to be persecuted even more by your family, you were afraid of what your parents might do when they knew you weren't straight and that gave you nightmares for years.

The best option for you is to deny it, deny it until it becomes true, until the moment you find a nice guy and fall in love, this was just a phase for you just like you always saw people in internet videos saying it was just a phase , it would pass and you just had to deal with this strange feeling for a while, until it went away.

“Is everything okay, Y/nnie?” you looked at her as your face heated up and you just nodded “You look sad.”

"Sleep." She agreed and looked back at the screen, which was now showing a Marvel movie, but you weren't paying attention anymore.

You guys finished the movie and cleaned the room before your members arrived, you were so close to Minji that your shoulders were almost touching, you looked at her for a moment, she was texting her members while you two were on the couch, you felt an unexpected urge to get closer. Your eyes locked on the girl, unable to move even when she looked back at you, that same contact that made your heart flutter, her round eyes locked on your entire face, she was admiring you again. Your lips parted slightly as your head unconsciously tilted to the side as your eyes dropped to the older girl's lips. No. You were grateful when her cell phone beeped with a new message.

“It's getting a little late, I should go.” you nodded and stood up, unable to look at her face again, she felt the same way too, you walked her to the door and opened it.

“Good night, Minji-unnie.” she smiled and finally looked at you, but you just looked at the floor.

“Good night, Y/nnie” you smiled at the affectionate way the phrase was said, nothing can explain how Minji felt when she saw your smile.

“I’ll see you in a few days?” You nodded and looked at her, again.

Your eyes locked onto each other, both your hearts racing, she wanted to kiss you, you couldn't kiss her, in fact you can, but your mind doesn't agree with your body. You noticed when Minji looked at your lips you discreetly bit her lower lip, you only noticed because you were already focused on her lips before. You lowered your head, denying yourself that you just wanted to drag the girl inside and stay in her arms until dawn, but you're terrible at this, you can't deceive your heart.

“Thank you, for killing the cockroach…” she smiled and sighed.

“It was nothing, that’s what friends are for.” you agreed, she hated saying that you two were friends “Bye Y/n.”

“Bye Unnie.” she smiled before walking away so you could close the door.

The next day you wake up after dreaming about Minji.

“What the fuck.”

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