#Han er baby

[doitforbangchan]

Deity - H.H

Masterlist

Hyunjin x reader (afab)

Summary: You wanted to worship your boyfriend for his birthday, but it seems like he had other plans...

Requested by my dear friend @jehhskz who asked for birthday Jinnie :)

Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, unprotected p in v, established relationship, grinding, kissing, blindfolds, drinking (mentioned), lingerie, cursing, pet names, Hyunjin being a literal poet. Not proof read :)

WC:2.8k

“Is this really necessary? At this point it’s kind of a dead giveaway, my love.” 

“Yes, it’s necessary!” You huffed, as you tugged the blindfold over Hyunjins eyes, fixing his hair as you did so. “ Don’t act all smart with me! Just cuz it’s your birthday doesn’t mean you know everything.” You both were just coming back from a dinner with his family, they elected to take him out to celebrate his 24th birthday.

He laughed at your teasing words, “So when we walk in, it’s not going to be a surprise party?” 

”...... I cannot confirm nor deny any such accusations.” 

 You paused as you stuck the key in the door to your home, knowing the surprise was ruined. Well, one of them anyway.

“Just a heads up before we go in, don’t lose that blindfold.” 

“Huh?” 

You ignored his inquiry and opened the door, leading him inside and shutting the door. You held up three fingers, then two, and one. “Take it off, baby.” 

Hyunjin ripped the blindfold off and was bombarded with a loud “SURPRISE HYUNJIN!”. He looked like a child with the way he was grinning from ear to ear, clapping in excitement at seeing all of his friends in one place. 

The apartment was decorated floor to ceiling in streamers and banners of all colors. There was  even a cardboard cut out of him and placed near a makeshift photo booth in the corner. Clearly a lot of work had gone into this party. 

You took Hyunjins coat from his shoulders as he was pulled further into the home by Felix who immediately took him to get a drink. You watched as he mingled and laughed with his friends and loved ones. He had been working so hard lately and deserved to have some good genuine fun. 

It was hours later, and most of the people at the party had left already. The only ones left in your living room other than you and Hyunjin were Han and Felix. Both the boys were drunk out of their minds. Felix was giggling to himself as rolled on the ground, and Jisung was laid on the couch cuddling with the cardboard Hyunjin, already asleep with drool seeping out of his mouth. 

Hyunjin only had one drink during the party so he wasn’t drunk, having let the first drink fade away over the course of the night. You entered the room carrying blankets for the two drunk boys. There was no way they could make it home in this state and neither of you had a problem with them staying over. 

“Here you are, guys. Blankets and pillows.” You handed some to Felix and went to give some to Jisung but instead just draped a blanket over his form. “Uhh I guess I’ll set this here for him if he wakes up.” 

Felix yawned as he curled his small body into the blankets right there on the floor. “Nighty night.” 

Hyunjin ruffled his hair in passing, chuckling “ night Lix.” 

Hyunjin followed you down the hall into your shared bedroom, you were sitting on the bed as he closed the door. You had sultry eyes, eyeing him up and down as he stepped into the room. “Come er’ baby.” You curled your finger, drawing him closer. He humored you with a smirk as he came closer to you until he was right in front of you. You stood up as you gave him a gentle kiss. “Did you enjoy your party, Jinnie?” 

“It was great, my love. The perfect way to end my birthday.” He smiled as he gave you another kiss, using his hand to tilt your face back. 

“Mmm your birthday isn’t quite over yet though. I still haven't given you my present.” you purred, looking up at him through your lashes. 

He bit his lip, eyes glimmering “Oh yeah sweet thing?” 

“Mmhmm” you leaned on your toes and got close to his ear. “Now why don’t you be a good birthday boy and sit down on the bed for me.” 

He raised his brows at your dominance and smirked in amusement, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “Whatever you say boss lady.” He gestured for you to continue. 

You gathered your nerves, trying not to let him see just how shy you were. With a deep breath you locked eyes with him, having a mini staring contest before you slipped your dress down your shoulders and let it fall to the floor. 

“Fuck, my love.” He let out a groan at the sight of you in the sheer black lingerie you wore under your dress. It was a bra and panty combo, coming with garters that hugged your thighs and hips perfectly. There were darker black flowers in the lace, almost as if to give off a more innocent look. Though to him, it was absolutely sinful. 

You tutted when he reached out for you, backing away a few feet. “Nuh uh. No touching, yet.” 

He whined and jutted out his signature pouty lip, “But it’s my birthday you can’t be mean to me!” 

“I think I’m being anything but mean to you, Jinnie” you were giggling as you said it. “If you listen, it’ll make your present even better.” He let out a ‘hmph’ with his pout, but nodded his head anyway. “Still got that blindfold?” He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out the fabric blindfold. You took it from his hands, “Perfect, thank you very much. Now I want you to take your clothes off.” 

He rolled his eyes playfully, “someones bossy today” even with his snark he complied, unbuttoning his shirt slowly while his dark eyes maintained contact with you. When it was fully unbuttoned he let it slide off his shoulders, giving you a view of his toned torso. Even though your boyfriend was on the skinnier side, he still had a good amount of muscle. Enough to toss you around at his leisure, at least. 

Hyunjin watched as you bit your lip when his pants were the next thing to go, noticing how you were unable to stop your eyes from flickering to the bulge in his underwear. He loved how much you admired his body. It made him proud of the work he had been putting into it. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He had a smug grin as he tugged his underwear off next, showing off his hardening cock. No matter how many times you’ve seen it- felt it inside you- it was still the most mouth watering sight to you.

“Pictures are your thing, Jinnie. My thing is telling you to lay down on the bed.” You pointed to the top of the bed with your pillows, and gave him a ‘get to it’ hand wave. 

He shook with laughter as he scooted back on the bed. You had never even attempted to dom him before in the bedroom so it was unsurprising that he didn’t take you very seriously. Though, you were grateful he was at least following your directions. 

Watching you tell him what to do, while you looked like a goddess, was the ultimate birthday gift. You were already the most radiant and beautiful woman he had ever seen but wearing this set, you could ask him to do literally anything and he would do it with a smile.  Or maybe, almost anything.

You licked your bottom lip lightly and seductively made your way to the side of the best towards Hyunjin. The sway of your hips and the fire behind your fluttering stare made his mouth water. He was a man who eats with his eyes, afterall. “You’re the most alluring being on this planet, you know that? God, looking at you is having my cake and eating it too.I’ll never tire of looking at you, lover.” 

When you gracefully approached him you leaned your face down real close to his ear, letting your breath hit the skin, and with a quiet amusement to your voice you whispered, “Put this on, lover.”

“What?” 

He glanced down to your hand that was holding out the blindfold for him to take. Hyunjin shook his head in disbelief, his world suddenly crashing down. 

“Are you being for real right now?” He gave you an incredulous eyebrow raise. 

You hummed, “the realest. Put it on for me, Jinnie.” you batted your lashes at him and jutted out your lip. “Or do I have to do it for you?” 

A low rumble came from his throat, the sex appeal of you compelling him to listen despite his inner turmoil screaming at him to not take his eyes off you. Hyunjin gently snatched the blindfold from you and he slipped it over his head, after giving you one more glance over as if to memorize your visage. 

You hummed your appreciation as you leaned in and gave him a delicate kiss to his pout. He chased your lips as you pulled away, reaching for you but you backed up too far for him to reach. “Darling, come on.” 

You stayed silent as you walked around to the other side of the bed, keeping your footsteps undetectable. This was exhilarating for you. You guys had a discussion a few months ago about maybe trying blindfolds, but it was assumed he would use them on you. What a twist to use it on him first. 

“Love? Where did you g-oh!” You surprised him when you appeared on the opposite side of him and suddenly sat on his lap, straddling his hips just above his member. 

“M’ right here Jinnie.” You raked your nails over his chest and collar bones. His skin turned red as you drew the lines, causing him to hiss quietly. You ran your tongue over the leftover marks, soothing the flesh. He sighed and put his hand on your hip but you smacked it away quickly. “I said no touching, Jinnie.” 

“You’re gonna kill me, sweetheart.” 

You scooted back on him just a little, until you were grinding your hips on his length. Your panties were crotchless so he could tell just how wet you were for him, feeling the glide of your folds over his hardness. You whimpered when the head nudged into your clit. 

He grunted at your sound, able to keenly hear every little sound that escaped you; the blindfold may have blocked his sight but it definitely heightened his other senses. His whole body felt like it was alight, skin pin prickly and tingly as you peppered wet kisses and tongue drags across his collarbones and you grind against him. 

“My love, please, have mercy. Please put it in, you know I can make you feel so good.” He was panting, hands still at his side as he gripped the sheets. 

You hummed, pretending to think about it, “I don’t know, Jinnie. You’re already making me feel so good.” 

“But you know having my cock in you could make you feel even better. You love it when I'm inside, hitting your sweet spot that turns you into putty in my hands.” He was trying to seduce you through his whimpers, attempting to make you see reason. 

“I’m the one who’s trying to make you putty in my hands, baby. It’s your birthday after all.” 

“You’re right it is my birthday.” He panted, licking his lips. “And do you know what I want as my final birthday wish?”

“Do tell.” You moaned when he hit your clit again. 

“I just want to worship you, like the masterpiece you are. Please my goddess, let me leave a sacred prayer at the altar between your thighs.”

Well, who were you to deny him when he spoke poetry like that? 

“Ok, Jinnie. You can do whatever you want to me.” The words barely escaped your lips before his hands were on you. It was like a switch flipped in him as he went from this whimpering boy under you to a growling man, using his strength to flip you over so you were the one on your back. 

You gasped at the sudden display of dominance, watching him rip the blindfold of his eyes. His pupils had grown twice as big in lust and he looked ravenous as he got reacquainted with your special outfit. 

“My love, tomorrow I am absolutely painting you while you wear this for me. Gonna hang it in the entry way for all to see. I need to be in you. You’ve teased me long enough.” He ran the tip of his member into your core, collecting even more nectar from you, before her gently pushed in. “Fuck, so tight for me.”

“Ngghh Jinnie!” You squealed as he entered you. He always filled you perfectly, hitting your g spot on the first thrust everytime. It’s moments like this you forget why you would ever deny him (and yourself) this pleasure. 

“My goddess, my own personal aphrodite. Always so pliant and warm and ripe for the taking.” Hyunjin always got mushy when he was buried inside of you, as if possessed by a long dead shakespearean poet whose only job in the afterlife is to make you drunk on his words. “ You truly are the greatest creation in all of the universe. My lover, my deity.” 

“Fuck Jinnie, m’ all for you.” You cried out as he began to drill into you, going from letting you adjust straight into hard rutting. You were so warm, your walls enveloping him and begging to hold him hostage. 

He was moaning into your mouth, biting on your lips and trying to get as close to you as possible. One of his hands was on your thigh and the other was slithering its way up to your chest. His long fingers found your nipple through the fabric of your bra and gave it a sensual pinch, not too hard, only enough to stimulate you further. 

“My goddess is so good to me, making my special day so perfect. What a blessing you have given me.” He grunted the words as his thrusting increased, feeling his high coming quickly after all the tension and buildup. “Need you to bless me one more time. Need you to give me your nectar, please baby.” 

“Oh my fucking god, Jinnie.” You moaned loudly when the hand that was on your thigh suddenly found the puffy bundle between your legs. You were already so stimulated from his words and thrusts, that the harsh circles he drew on your clit was all you needed. You felt the knot in your stomach explode as you came. “M’ cumming, fuck” 

“Mmmm give it to me. Give me my last present, sweet girl.” He felt you clench on him as you shook from pleasure. “Nggggggggh ohmygod you’re squeezing me so tight, love.” His rutting got even more intense, and his drooling lips captured your own. He shoved his tongue into your mouth, tasting your mouth and growling into you. When you bit his tongue he suddenly lost control, and came with a loud groan against you. 

His hips were bucking wildly as he chased his high, tears gathering on his lash line and hands gripping your body harshly. You could feel him spilling into you, the intense heat he always created being comforting and making you shiver. He ran his lips all over your face as he came down, just laying on you until his dick became too overstimulated and he had to remove himself from within you. 

When Hyunjin pulled back from you, he had a tear rolling down his face. You reached up with a worried coo and wiped it away. “Are you ok, my love? Was it too much?” 

He shook his head, “I’m ok. I just love you, so much. This has been a perfect birthday.” He sniffled as he fell into the spot next to you, pulling you into him. 

“I love you too, Jinnie. You deserve the world. If I can give it to you for at least one day, then I’ll have done my job as your girlfriend. Happy birthday.” You snuggled into him, kissing his chest. 

“You’re more than my girlfriend.” You hummed in puzzlement. “You're my goddess.”

The next morning when you both walked out of your room you found Felix and Jisung sat at your kitchen table, drinking coffee. With how drunk they were last night it was a surprise they weren’t still asleep.

“Morning, boys.” You yawned and waved. 

They both looked at you with an evil glint in their eyes. 

“UHHH OH MY GOD JINNIE.” Jisung faked moaning dramatically in a high pitched voice. 

“NNNGG SO TIGHT, MY GODDESS FUCK” Felix imitated Hyunjn, lowering his tone and groaning. 

They both burst into laughter at the horrified look on both of your faces. 

“I thought you fuckers were dead asleep!” Hyunjin squeaked, his face red with embarrassment. You just buried your face in your hands and turned around going back to your room, the deafening laughter and teasing making you shake your head. Coffee could wait until they’ve calmed down or left. This is what you get for being a benevolent deity and letting them stay over. 

A/N: I hope Hyunjin has the happiest of birthdays ever :) And that he never ever reads this -.-

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[tyunphoria]

🌪️it’s a scream, BABY ! — h.js

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⚠️NSFW CONTENT⚠️

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ghostface!han jisung x reader

SYPNOSIS: when you thought you finally escaped that psycho who calls himself ghostface . . . think again. he always finds you.

INCLUDES: AFAB reader, ex!bf han jisung, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc.), slight angst near the end if you squint, SMUTTT, aftercare, ngl kinda rushed oops.

WARNINGS: obsessive behaviour, threatening, mentions of death and murders, han having slight yandere tendencies, DOM!han, fingering, hair pulling, dacryphilia, praise, implied voice kink, knife play, fear play, finger-sucking, rough sex ig idk, begging.

wc: 3.7k

You approach the front door with relief, the aches in your feet swelling after a long day. "I'm home," you call out wearily.

Silence responds. No clattering of dishes from the kitchen, no muffled music from upstairs. Just the low whine of machinery emanating from somewhere.

Frowning, you kick off your heels, biting your lip against the sting of fresh blisters forming at the back of your ankles. Your shoulders slump as you drop onto the couch, its faded pattern doing little to lift your spirits.

Wincing, you massage the ache from your feet, inspecting the angry skin stretched tight over your swollen heels. Exhaustion seeps into your bones as the steady hum of the fan fades into the background. You lean your head back, eyes drifting shut against the gathering gloom. Slipping off your shoes was the first victory of what promises to be a long night ahead.

Laundry, mopping the floor, cleaning out the cupboards; fuck it, that can wait till tomorrow morning.

Sliding the uniform jacket from your shoulders, you sigh with the release of tension. The cool air hits your skin as you unbutton your work blouse, revealing a tank top beneath.

You adjust your skirt, glad to be free of the restrictive waistband and back into casual clothes. Glancing at the clock, you let out a sigh. Your roommate must be still working out late again. So much for a promised and well deserved girl’s night.

For now, though, you tune out the noise and settle further into the couch. Remote in hand, you aimlessly scroll through TV options in search of a mindless distraction. Anything to pull your exhausted mind from the drudgery of the day.

2 years, you frown.

It’s been two years since you’ve moved to seoul after the ghostface attacks from your hometown. You were lucky enough to survive, but the price of your survival was steep. It entailed enduring the loss of friends and family.

Till this day, it’s still a mystery as to who the killer was. Rather, killers as some people theorize.

But you know who he is.

You knew ghostface all too well.

How could you not ? He was the man you once loved and cared for. Until he went batshit insane and claimed to only be doing what’s best for the both of you by killing anyone who came in between your relationship.

You can’t tell the police. You can’t tell anyone. If his name happens to get leaked in the public, you’re the first person he’d go for.

“Stop thinking about him,” you groan, rubbing your temples. He’s probably dead in a ditch somewhere, why stress over it ? You settle on the news channel instead as you slump further into the couch.

“We interrupt your regular programming with breaking news. This is Lee Dae-suk reporting live from the scene. Just moments ago, authorities received a distress call by a janitor from HYBE Co.” you quickly sit up from your seat as you hear these words. That’s where you worked . . .

“Upon arrival, they discovered a chilling scene that has left investigators and the community in shock,” the reporter continues on with how there were two victims from your workplace suffering from injury and were rushed to the er, and the other two were found dead. “. . . the initials G.F. were carved on their chests. Detectives suspect that this traces back to the ghostface attacks of 2021 in [hometown]. We advise all citizens of seoul to be on high alert for potential suspects. Law enforcement officials advises everyone to stay indoors no longer than nine.

We will keep our viewers informed as this case unfolds. We now return to your regular scheduled programming brought to you by—“

You grab the remote and quickly shut off the tv.

“Shit, please f/n, answer your phone,” you gnaw on your nails whilst pacing around the living room. If this is the same ghostface, he must’ve followed you. It would be all your fault for leading him here. The thought makes you sick.

You dial her number again with shaking hands, desperate for an answer.

“Hey—“

“F/n!”

“you’ve reached f/n’s voice mail ! i’ll call you back when—“

“Fuck !” You exclaimed, throwing your phone onto the couch in frustration. The worry and fear is eating you alive. You try calling again and again, each unanswered ring twisting the knot of anxiety in your stomach tighter. With a sigh of defeat, you finally slump down on the couch, cradling your head in your hands.

"She'll be fine...she has to be fine," you say quietly to yourself, taking a slow, steadying breath. But before you can fully calm your racing mind, your phone suddenly rings, the sound jolting through you. Your heart leaps into your throat as you don’t bother checking the caller ID before picking it up with trembling hands.

“Hello ? F/n ?”

- “hey, baby.”

replied a deep, gravelly, modulated voice.

- “miss me ?”

Your breath hitched as you froze. A shiver ran down your spine as your eyes flicker to the open blinds.

“Ghostface.” You acknowledge. From the other line, you could hear him click his tongue in disapproval.

- “I prefer the nickname ‘darling’.”

“What the fuck do you want, Jisung ?” You tried not to show any signs of fear but the slight tremble in your voice says so otherwise.

“What ? Aren’t you gonna go ask me what my favourite scary movie is ?” You made your way in the kitchen as your hand inched to grab a knife.

- “I have a better question. Do you like games, y/n ?”

You pass your index finger between the various knives on the rack, fingers wrapping around the biggest handle.

“Fuck you.”

Jisung can be heard chuckling. His laugh made your stomach twist. What sick bastard thinks all of this is just a game ?

- “Even with that knife in your hand, you’re still as beautiful as ever. And the look of fear in your face ? It’s fucking hot, baby . . .”

You feel your heart starting to race as you flinch and turn around, all your senses now activated.

- “Tell me, are you gonna stab poor ol’ ghostface with that knife ? You aren’t any better from me, y/n.”

He was taunting you and you knew that.

You end the call after telling him that he could go fuck himself before rushing over to the windows and locking them shut. Same goes for the door as well while you clutch the edge of the dinner table as if your body were threatening to collapse.

The phone vibrates in your hand, except this time it wasn’t a call but a notification from the unknown number.

Your hands begin to shake once again as you huff and puff to regain composure, clicking on the notification to reveal a video.

A video of f/n entering her car.

You jumped at another vibration. He’s trying to call you again. The whole situation was frustrating — not only were you scared as shit, also a bit agitated with how he wasn’t just threatening you but your loved ones as well.

You peer down the halls, silently peeking at every room. When you finally accept the call, your heart drops at his words.

- “Hang up on me again, I dare you. I’ll mail this bitch’s head at your door, don’t fucking test me, y/n.”

The violence of his threat burned your eyes but you had no choice but to swallow back your tears. You’d just have to listen, so no one else got hurt. You can’t bear losing anyone—not again . .

“Jisung,” you close your eyes as a shuddered breath escapes your lips. “I’ll listen. I’ll do anything you want, okay ? Just please, don’t hurt anyone.”

He slightly softens at your pleas. Jisung still loves you, with all his heart and he wishes for nothing more than to go back to how things used to be. But he knew better than that, he's already far too deep to return with how he used to be.

- “Such a good girl for me . . . See how easy it is to obey ?”

Despite the fear, you cursed at the way he still had an affect on you. Somewhere in him, it’s still the same Han Jisung you’ve grown to love. The feelings you’ve stored away after all these years were beginning to resurface, and you were ashamed to admit it.

- “hm, what game, what game . . . Have you ever heard of the game hot and cold ?”

You nod, clutching the phone tighter. Words were stuck in your throat and you knew he could see you though he seemed to be dissatisfied.

- “Use your words, beautiful.”

His nicknames are starting to trigger a reaction that you hadn’t expected and felt so guilty. Heat spreads through your body, and shamefully enough, between your legs.

“I have,” you stammer.

- “Alright. Here’s the deal; find me and all of this’ll be over. I’ll leave you alone. Sounds like a plan ?” It seems all too good to be true. Find him and then what ? Will you have to just trust his word and believe that you’ll be finally left alone ?

- “Better start looking, I’m getting impatient here, princess.”

After a few minutes, neither of you spoke. The silence is weighing heavily down on your shoulders. The thought of not knowing where he is and him being able to pop out and slice you at any moment now increased your degree of fear. You walk out of the living room and open your roommate’s door, switching the light on.

- “cold.”

You grumble in response and made your way to your own bed room, eyes landing on the doors of your closet. Hands inching closer to the handles, you hear his breathing become more erratic making you pause.

- “Why’d you stop, baby ? Perhaps I’m in there.”

Your hands trembled as you grab the handles of your closet and pulled it wide open with eyes closed. To your surprise, he wasn’t there.

- “keep looking, sweetheart.” He laughs tauntingly. “Remember, this isn’t some cliche horror movie. The closet, really ?”

- “What's next ? The basement ?”

“Fuck you !” You didn’t wanna play this game anymore. By the time you found him, you’d be dead from a heart attack.

You exit your room and keep walking.

- “still cold.”

Sighing in annoyance, you head for the opposite direction, about to pass the bathroom till he spoke.

- “warmer.”

Taking a deep breath, the door creaks open as you step inside, flicking the light switch on. You inch closer to the shower curtain, letting out a tiny whimper.

- “You’re getting so warm. Very good, baby.”

You never had a thing for praise till now and let me just say that shit made your knees buckle. You wish you could just tell him to stop messing with you, the whole situation itself was already confusing enough.

- “Now you’re boiling.”

You grip the shower curtain and throw it open.

Nothing.

Absolutely, nothing.

“Bastard,” you groan. “Show yourself, asshole ! I’ll beat the shit out of you !“

- “hey now, no need to get violent. Keep talking to me like that and I’ll fuck that attitude out of you,” han spat.

“I’m done with your shit. Grow a pair and come at me, why don’t you ?” You held your phone tightly in your hand you could’ve crushed it. You head to the kitchen and grab a glass of water to soothe your dry throat. You laugh in realization, “I doubt you’re even here. God, I’m so stupid. I can’t believe I fell for it. How else could you send the video if her work’s like miles and miles away ?”

- “you asked for it. No backing out, ‘kay babe ?”

You pause. “What ?”

You immediately drop the glass along with your phone as a gloved hand reaches from behind to clasp over your mouth. Letting out a muffled scream, you thrash in his grasp, reaching to grab the knife from the counter but his free hand swiftly takes hold of both of your wrists and binding them behind your back as the masked man hunches you over the counter.

“Surprise, y/n.”

Tears blur your vision with your screams and whimpers getting muffled by jisung’s glove. He lets go, giving you some time to catch your breath.

“Let go, jisung !”

He inhales audibly, bringing you tight against him. “Scared, sweetheart ? I know you want this as much as I do . . . Think I didn’t notice the way you were practically soaking wet with just my voice ?” His hips push forward and the massive shape of his hard cock makes you weak. “Such a naughty, naughty girl.”

The unwelcome throb between your legs is spreading through your abdomen. A moan threatens to leave your mouth but you manage to bite your lip. His hand inches lower, slipping through the waistband of your shorts, clenching your thighs to refrain from giving him access.

“Open those legs for me, pretty girl,” he clicks his tongue, getting impatient.

“Burn in hell.”

With that little comment, he rips off your shorts along with your lacy panties. A new complaint comes from the back of your throat and you start to squirm and thrash again, unconsciously moving your ass against his clothed cock to push him away.

He snickers, keeping you pinned on the counter. “Impatient, are we ?” He lifts his robe and tugs his sweatpants down. Han jerks you back against him, pulling you off the counter and holding you tight against his hard dick.

“I missed you,” he rips his mask off, trailing kissing along your neck while he taps the flat of the knife against your cheek. “So fucking much . . .”

“What do you want ?” You gulp, melting in his tight embrace. God, you missed this. You missed him.

“You.” He rolls his eyes, “thought it was pretty obvious, but guess i have to spell it out.”

Han lightly trails the tip of the knife down your cleavage and stomach, applying more pressure afterwards to slice your tank top open. The cold air hitting your hardened nipples and the knife lightly dragging along your breasts made you gasp and arch your back against him.

He teases your cunt with the handle, dragging the object along your folds as he circles your clit with it. “Like that, sweetheart ?”

You moan as he smiles at the cry he drew from you.

“Use your words, baby,”

You took a shaky breath, hips swaying. “Fuck you, han jisung.”

He plasters on an amused smile as he shoves the handle in your cunt.

“I really gotta fix that nasty attitude of yours.” He says, taking his glove off.

He replaces the handle with his fingers, gently curling them as he moves it in and out your sopping pussy. You draw out a long whine, legs trembling and you could barely keep yourself up. “Oh god…. Fuck, jisung….”

The cute noises you were making encourages him to keep going as he picks up the pace, thrusting his fingers harder and deeper.

His other hand reaches up and closes his fist around your throat, scissoring his fingers inside of you. You’re reaching for logic, for dignity, but everywhere there’s only him.

Your moans were getting louder and louder at each plunge of his fingers, deciding ‘fuck it’ since it felt too good to stop now. His thumb pressed your clit in a delicious way which brought a familiar sensation in your lower belly. The coil in your stomach tightens painfully.

Han grins at this, knowing you were close.

He purposely pulls his fingers out before your release, suddenly feeling empty as a long string of curses and whines spill from your lips.

“Seriously ? Literally what the fuck—“

Han silences you by pushing the two fingers into your mouth.

His fingers skillfully venture deeper into your throat. The slight pressure causes you to choke momentarily, a mix of vulnerability and exhilaration flooding your senses. Your lips form a tight seal around his fingers, tongue swirling and sucking on them as the primal desire to please him fuels your actions while you greedily lapped your tongue.

His mouth, warm and eager, delicately explored the tender flesh of your neck beneath his lips. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, breath hitching in anticipation as he lines himself up against your entrance.

Moaning, you can’t help but impatiently grind against him

“What’s wrong baby ?” Han releases his fingers from your mouth as you gasp for air. “want my cock instead ?”

You nod eagerly.

His grip on your hip tightens as he tugs your hair back, eliciting a curt hiss from your hips. “Words, y/n.”

“Yes . . Please, I want you so bad, please fuck me.”

“Good girl.” He wastes no time sheathing and snapping himself inside of you, his thrust knocking the wind out of your lungs. He swears quietly, feeling how soft your walls were pulsing around him — warm and perfect, everything he missed over the past few years. You choke on your words, eyes fogging with tears as you slur out random sentences.

He grunts, starting off slow. “Thought I stretched you out pretty good but you’re still so goddamn tight. When was the last time you fucked someone, pretty baby ?”

Han deepens his strokes but keeps a teasingly slow pace. “Pl—Please, Jisung-ah …. go faster.” You sniffle, pathetically begging for his cock at this point. It hurt too much. You needed him more than ever.

“Where's the girl who was telling me to burn in hell a couple of minutes ago ?” He laughs and grabs your jaw to turn and face him, “you look better so needy for me like that . . Now, answer my question.” A groan leaves your mouth as his grip gets tighter.

“Since you left !” You sob as he rocks his hips faster, quickly fucking into your heat. “I haven’t found anyone as good as you, jisung-ah—“

He grins, roughly pinning you down on the counter. It was the answer he exactly wanted to hear.

You gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive spot, beginning to see stars as he brings a hand around to the front, running a finger against your swollen clit.

Moving inside of you at a nearly brutal pace, as you feel your release come closer and closer. He feels it too with the way you tighten around him. “M’cumming,” you whine, but he doesn’t stop. Then you came, walls clenching around him as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your legs tremble under the intensity, tapping on his arm for him to let you breathe for a second.

His hands grab your waist and uses it as leverage to thrust into you, leaving you little to no time to at least catch your breath. You try to speak but another one of his hard thrusts trigger a loud moan.

“Doing so well for me, baby. Think you can cum a second time ?” You moan brokenly, unable to respond. Your tongue hangs from your swollen lips and your throat feels dry. You never expected being fucked silly by the one and only han jisung ever again but here we are. You feel selfish for not wanting it to end and for wanting to be with him again.

He pulls you up and flips you around, hungrily smashing his lips against yours as if he’s been waiting to finally taste and have you all to himself for decades.

- - - -

“I hate you,” you groan as he lays you down on the soft mattress of your bed. “so fucking much.” Han only ever grins in response as he wipes away the cum trickling down your inner thighs.

You can barely move. You can’t even twitch a single finger.

Your limbs were sore and it was all his fault.

Summoning the last ounce of strength within you, you deliver a knee to his abdomen, eliciting a deep grunt from his lips. A look of mild annoyance crosses his face as he settles down beside you, encircling your waist with his strong arm. He presses his face into the soft curve of your neck, his fingertips tracing soothing circles along the tender flesh of your thighs.

“I missed you,”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

You didn’t respond to that.

Suddenly, your lips meet in a sweet collision, a mingling of desire and longing. The taste of anticipation linger on your tongues as Han’s kisses began soft and tender, gentle brushes of lips that convey a depth of emotion words could never capture. With each meeting of your mouths, your passion ignites, growing more fervent, more urgent.

His hand cradles your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jawline, while your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the ardor of your embrace. Your mouths moved in perfect synchronicity, exploring and claiming, as if they were trying to memorize every contour, every taste.

The moment is abruptly shattered by the piercing wail of police sirens echoing just outside the house. Panic grips your heart, forcing you to acknowledge the harsh reality that the person you love is still a criminal; a killer.

With a heavy sigh, he gently drapes the covers over your form, shielding you from the impending chaos. Reluctantly, he pulls himself away, but not without leaving a lingering kiss upon your trembling lips, as if to imprint his love upon you, even in the face of uncertainty.

"Y/n?!" A familiar voice calls out from outside, the voice of your roommate.

His lips press against your forehead, his touch both comforting and fleeting. Your fingers instinctively cling to his sleeve, desperately trying to hold onto the moments you have shared.

"Wait, Jisung..." you plead, your voice laced with apprehension and longing. Your thumbs nervously fiddle with each other, betraying the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you.

A mischievous smile plays upon his lips as he leans closer, his voice a whispered reassurance. "Will you come back?" The thought of losing him again scared you.

"It isn’t that easy to get rid of me," he smiles cheekily as he opens the window sill, "Don't miss me too much.

“Remember, whether you like it or not, I'll always find you."

a/n: the amount of times ive watched all of the scream movies (esp 1, 4, and 6) is not healthy</3

also, han jisung brain rot wkjanjanw

this was honestly supposed to be a two part with minsung but i decided against it idk kinda wanna do more ghostface aus with ateez or something

like im boutta write some ethan landry x readers cus lemme js say 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

[themissinghand]

Hi you...I hope you have a wonderful day.If you don't mind my request..I want to ask Kim Dokja x sweetheart!reader..The reader is his lover since school (The reader who expressed her feelings for Kim Dokja first.).Before the destruction happened, the reader behaved like a wife to Kim Dokja because the reader knew Kim Dokja's past so the reader gave everything for Kim Dokja to know that he was always loved. (This man needs comfort..).. After the destruction happened, they separated from each other..(Kim Dokja is on the train while the Reader is everywhere.)..Kim Dokja is always worried about the condition of his lover..When they meet again, their meeting is full of romance and fluff after being separated for a long time ..(I bet Kim Dokja's group was the most surprised and the uproar because the Reader and Kim Dokja are very polar opposite.)..The constellation supporting the Reader is also extraordinary..Because the privacy attribute of the reader is also extraordinary..

Thanks for reading..I hope I didn't bother you..I love your work😍..Give you a lot of love💕💕💕..(Btw ,did you read The S-Classes That I Raised or not ??..I love Han Yoojin)..Take care of yourself..Bye dear author 🥰..

Omniscient Reader Viewpoint: Fool

Summary: In which Kim Dokja is a fool for you.

Or snippets between Kim Dokja and his wife in an apocalyptic world.

Pairing: Kim Dokja x F! Wife! Reader

Note: Thanks for your patience! I’m also currently reading The S-Classes That I Raised Manhwa, but not the novel! The holy trinity with Han Yoojin, Kim Dokja, and Cale Henituse are literally my favourite trio. 

Warnings: Minor novel spoilers! Lots of kisses, fluffy, but also light angst, and implied sexual themes. 

★・・・・・・★

Oh Baby, I Missed You

Where are you? 

Kim Dokja watched what remained of Seoul while standing beside the protagonist of his novel. 

Even after all those scenarios, how come he could not see you even once? 

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ is curious about what Incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ is looking for]

As if on cue, Kim Dokja felt someone’s eyes on him. Spinning around with his hand on his sword, he matched the weariness of the sunfish beside him. 

“Baby!” Hearing a familiar voice, Dokja freezes in disbelief until he hears two blades clashing with one another. 

“Who are you?” Yoo Joonghyk growled at you, who defended well and jumped back. But instead of a blade, you had a long bo staff. 

“Me? I’m Dokja’s wife.” 

“WHAT?!” The door to the rooftop swung open with multiple heads popping through in shock. 

“Is that true Dokja-ssi?” Yoo Sangrah asked, and when all of the attention was on him, Kim Dokja sheepishly nodded. 

“WHAT???? So you and Master-” Jung Heewon immediately covered Lee Jihye's mouth and grinned. 

“Nice to meet you er…”

“(L/N) (F/N). Been Dokja’s lover since a decade ago.” You smiled sweetly, before walking towards Dokja with open arms. 

“I missed you baby.” 

This time, Kim Dokja walked forward and hugged you tightly, and he felt embarrassed when everyone was watching him.

[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ is wiping her tears] 

[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ did not know Incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ was already taken]

[Many Constellations wishes for your happiness]  

“Baby, can I kiss you?” Kim Dokja flushed at your innocent question, but looking over your shoulder, he saw the wiggling eyebrows and grinning expressions from his teammates. Despite knowing his team would tease him forever, he knew he couldn’t reject your request. 

“I miss you too.” 

Without another moment, you cup his cheeks and pull him in for not one, not two, but three quick kisses. 

[The Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ jaw dropped]

There were surprised gasps and squeals, and a few hushes from Lee Heewon. 

“No wonder he always looks like he’s looking for something…”

“This is not for children to see.” 

“But hyung is-” 

[The Constellation ‘Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’ gags]

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotters’ did not expect a romantic plot]

[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ donates 1000 coins]

[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ is squealing at the reunion kiss]

“You have a lot of constellations following you baby. As expected of you.” Kim Dokja, still a little breathless and dazed from the consecutive kisses, buries his face into your shoulder in embarrassment while you play with his hair. 

He missed this.

He missed you.

“I didn’t know my constellation was following you too.” Kim Dokja perked up at your words in interest.

“Which one?” 

[The Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ slowly looks away in disbelief]

“No way.” Maybe her long bo staff should have been an indicator. 

[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ looks at the Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ suspiciously]

[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ looks at the Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ suspiciously]

[The Constellation ‘Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’ looks at the Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ suspiciously]

You smiled innocently as if it wasn’t a big deal, and was just happy to see him. 

[The Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ pats himself on the back and is proud he has good eyes]

So Don’t Go, Stay With Me

“Do you have to go?” 

“Yea. I have to go find my family. I’ll be safe, and I know you’ll be safe since you have such reliable people around you.” 

You cup his cheeks as you two stare into each other’s eyes lovingly. 

“Message me if you need me, and I’ll come with my nimbus cloud at any time.”

Knowing that your constellation was the Monkey King, Kim Dokja knew you were capable and perhaps on the same level as the protagonist. 

But…

“We can find them together.” 

“Dokja, don’t you already made plans with the sunfish?” He balled his hands into fists. 

“I want you to see the end of that novel you love so much. And I’ll come join you when I’m done. I promise.”

You tippy toe and then press a kiss to his forehead. 

“Baby, trust me.”

Kim Dokja then kisses your cheeks, before you decide to skip the formalities to kiss him on the lips. It was all it took for Kim Dokja to let go, and interlace your hands.

Soft and sweet, Kim Dokja felt loved with how gentle you are with him. He doesn’t want you to go. 

And he will miss you when you are gone. 

Kiss Me Slowly, Show Me You Love Me

Kim Dokja knew you were the one when you jumped after him.

"Kim Dokja!"

When he saw you reach out for him as he fell from that rooftop in middle school.

When you proposed to him on one knee, and kissed his hands as you whisk him away from his miserable reality.

He knew you were the one, when you cried for him, and saved his life, again and again.

“Don’t touch him. Even if you are his mother and my mother-in-law, you have no right to kill him to prove a point.” 

“Move.” 

“Over my dead body.” 

Kim Dokja could barely see you standing before his sleeping body, beside Han Sooyoung, protecting him from his mother.

[The Fourth Wall is shaking] 

“You don’t know anything.” 

“That’s fine with me. I trust Dokja more than you.” In the next moment, he felt a cloud form underneath him, followed by curses and gunshots being fired. 

“It’s you! You’re the one who he loves the most! And you’re going to kill him!”

Feeling your calloused hands on top of his head, he saw many versions of you pop out. 

Was it the duplication skill that the Monkey King had? 

“I’ll break the prophecy because I will never hurt my baby.” 

Kim Dokja smiled faintly, before he lost consciousness again. 

Because Only You Can Kill Me

“Baby, you can’t do this.” 

The world is silent for once. The channel was off and both of you paid the price for such privacy. 

“It’s the only way.” 

“Kim Dokja.” He flinches when you call his full name, you never do.

“I have to. It’s the only way that the story will move on.” 

“There has to be another way.” You purse your lips and rub your temples. 

“There has to be a way.”

Kim Dokja held your hand solemnly. 

“There is no other way-”

“Shut up!” You shook off his hand in anger. 

He knows you know that this was the easiest way. 

“I’m not letting you sacrifice yourself!” 

That’s why you’re angry. 

He hugs you from behind. 

“You’re an idiot for even thinking that, there has to be another way!” You break out of his hold and stare at him straight in the eye. 

“If only I had more power-” Kim Dokja grabbed your hand and placed it on his heart.

“(Y/N), I only trust you. You know that right?” Kim Dokja smiles. 

“You’re the only one who can kill me. No one else can.” He felt your hand tremble as you took a shaky breath. 

“So please…kill me.” 

So the story can go on.

“Don’t look at me like that baby.” You say after short deliberation. 

Finally, with a subtle nod, you conceded with tears rolling down your cheeks. 

Then, without further ado, Kim Dokja pulls you in desperately, and both of you were surprised when he was the first to initiate the kiss. 

But when the two of you are so intimate and so close to one another, knowing that the future is uncertain, neither of you want to let go. 

Please, Make Me Your Everything

Kim Dokja feels so desperate in this apocalyptic world. 

He’s planning and looking so far ahead using his knowledge of the novel, and sometimes, he feels like an outlier. 

Perhaps he is. 

Just like he always has. 

But when he’s in your arms as you plant kisses from his collarbone and trails to his neck, he feels at the center of the world, your world. 

Slowly, he feels you kiss his jawline before going closer and closer to his lips, and feels impatient with how slow you are. Every single kiss tingles on his skin, making him remember every precious moment he had with you.

He will never admit it, but he’s frightened for the future. Not about his death (because he will come back, he has a backup for that), but during his absence. 

You are strong and responsible enough to lead the team, but he was afraid that you were going to take on the burden alone. 

When he finally feels your lips on his, he pulls you closer, treasuring every second of you just like how you make him feel alive everyday. 

“Baby. What’s wrong?” Your fingers gently wipe his tear away as you hold him, and when he feels your tears drop on him, he couldn’t help himself. 

“I’m sorry. I just…” 

“Shh, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. I trust you.” Kissing him on his nose gave him butterflies, but even so, he couldn’t get rid of this bitterness in his heart. 

“I love you. I love you. I love you so much.” Dokja repeated the same words until his voice croaked and his lips became dry.

All the while you ruffled his hair and massaged his scalp, and responded to each of his confessions with affirmation. 

“We’re gonna be okay, and you’re gonna be okay. I’ll wait for you Baby.”

That night, Kim Dokja cried himself to sleep in your arms, and for the first time in a long time, he felt warm, secure, and well-rested. 

So when he feels his own sword pierce through his heart painlessly by the one who he swore his eternity to, he feels just as safe and happy. 

You catches him as he falls, as you cry silently and reminds him to come back soon. 

“Don’t forget me, please.” 

How could he? When you’re the one who chose to move forward with the story, when you’re the one who will face his team after their reckless plan?  

He was already greedy and selfish, wanting you to never forget him and wait for him, however long that may be.

Kim Dokja is a fool.

An idiot that only makes you cry.

With a strained smile, he nods before noticing the notification above. 

[Incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ will be killed by the person he loves the most]

When he wakes up, he promises that he will never sacrifice himself again.

But the story must go on.

[see-arcane]

Can you imagine Quincey Harker imitating some of Grandpa Van Helsing's er quirks

His first and favorite habit is grabbing onto Friend John/Uncle Jack's ear and yanking.

He refers to Hans Christian Andersen as his friend.

When Grandpa Van Helsing's back is turned, Baby Quincey gestures and toddles around in imitation of him when he's mid-ramble. Everyone else has to bite their tongues to keep from laughing.

Corn monologues -> Popcorn monologues.

Favorite place is the library (though he picked that up from his dad first).

[love-islike-abomb]

Push it

Roman reigns x y/n

"I see it! I need it!"

Warnings: smut!! Errors I may have missed. Jimmy is in this story as well as solo (briefly)

Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns @heerah34 @lilucey @mindfulofmani @mandeelemons @niknakbucks92 @queengreenarrowmia89 @windhamsrotunda @weirdgirl16355

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"c'mon babe get up!" I yelled at the tv! Drew had just given Roman a Glasgow kiss and he wasn't moving! Finally a stir "thank the gods!!" I said putting my hand on my chest.

"y/n you get so into his matches! Like his own personal cheerleader!" Jimmy laughed.

"you jealous?" I smirked

"n-no!" Jimmy stammered obviously lying.

"liar!" I laughed.

"hey it might be nice to have someone root for me the way you do him once in a while!" Jimmy said scratching his neck nervously "you know for when I'm losing my game!"

I chuckled "sure Jimmy! I'll cheer you on to" I said giving him a hug before quickly pulling away seeing Drew going for the pin again. Just before the count of 3 someone pulled the ref out of the ring and to the mat outside the ring. "Im not sure if I should be happy or worried!" I said looking at Jimmy.

"just watch" he said before the figure pulled their hoodie off. "Solo?!" I yelled.

"little bro is moving on up!" Jimmy said.

"Jimmy you asshole!" I laughed "you should have told me! I almost went out there whooped solos ass thinking he was gonna go after my husband!"

"gotta keep a few surprises!" He smiled.

I heard the door to the locker room open and in walked my man all sweaty and looking like the sex god he is! "Hey babe!" I smiled.

"hey baby girl" he smiled back at me.

"you looked hot as fuck out there tonight!" I smiled.

"hmm really?!" He smiled raising an eyebrow

"and that's my que! I'll see you later uce!" Jimmy said walking out the locker room door. Roman reached for the door and locked it before turning back around and undoing his belt "on your knees" he commanded. I bit my lip "yes daddy!" I lowered myself to my knees in front of him, locking my eyes with his as he dropped his ring gear to his feet, his boxers with them. I licked my lips at the sight of him naked in front of me, His skin still shimmering from the oil he put on before his match.

Leaning forward I took him in my mouth slowly swirling my tongue around, earning low groans from him "fuck baby!"

Taking more I worked all the way down his length til the tip was in the back of my throat, feeling his hand running through my hair "fucking damn baby girl!" Thrusting his hips slightly and hearing him moan at the pleasures I was giving him made my panties dampen even more. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me off him with a pop noise.

"come ere baby!" He said I got up and he reached for my shirt, sliding it over my head and throwing it to the floor. Then my leggings and finally my pink lace panties "bend over the couch and stick that beautiful ass in the air!" He commanded.

Doing as he commanded I bent over the end of the couch and shook my ass at him *smack* "don't be impatient! I'm gonna make this pussy feel good baby!" He said running his hand over the curve of my ass and up my back "so damn beautiful!" He groaned before i felt him slowly slide in "fuck!" I groaned. "So damn tight baby! Fuck! Oh that pussy always squeezes my cock so damn good!" He groaned "give me them hands baby!" He said.

I reached my arms behind me as he grabbed one hand and then the other, adjusting so he could pound into me, the perfect angle to hit my spot each time. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room and I didn't care any more who heard me. "fuck!! Just like that!!" I yelled.

A deep chuckle escaped his lips "daddy making his pussy feel good baby girl?" He said releasing one of my hands to grab my hair and pull me up slightly "answer me! Does daddy make this pussy feel good!"

"yes daddy! So damn good!!" I finally managed to moan out.

"that's my good girl!" He said pulling me up higher and wrapping his hand around my throat "oh yeah squeeze my cock with my pussy baby! Such a dirty little slut for me aren't you?!" Fucking damn!!

"mmmm give it to me baby! I can feel your close. Let go!" He growled and my body followed his command, making my knees weak with a hard orgasm. "Fuck baby!! Uhh that's it! Milk my cock with that tight pussy!! Fuck I'm gonna cum!!" A primal growl erupted from his lips and his thrusts became eratic, spilling his hot cum deep in my aching cunt.

He released my arms as we both tried to catch our breath. He slowly pulled out of me and I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck giving him a kiss.

"i love you" I smiled.

"i love you to baby girl!"

[strayflowersstarsandlove]

Flannel (hanjisung)

You lock your phone and smile to yourself, nervous and excited at the same time for you did purposely forget a tiny little detail about your situation: you were currently wearing no bra. And this really wasn't the way you wanted Han seeing you topless for the first time.

But past you really did not think it through when you attempted a new cool trick while doing rhythmic gymnastic the other day. And ended up falling badly from the high bar. The excruciatingly white hot flashing pain you felt from your elbow down in those first few conscious seconds after the fall fortunately only l lasted briefly before you passed the fuck out and only woke up when you felt your team mates splashing water on your face as the paramedics brought out the stretcher in wich they carried you out to the ER.

That was over 3 days ago and the pain had subsided, mostly. You really had underestimated how much a broken bone could hurt and thought you could have just gotten your cast and be done with it but no. You still needed painkillers every night cause each time you laid down your whole shoulder and neck tensed up sending painful shockwaves down your stiff arm, tightly wrapped in layers of gauze and that sticky powdery white stuff they used to glue together your plaster cast.

The thing was heavy, smelly and it made any movement next to impossible. Hence why your roommate decided against even trying to help you putting on a bra last night, figuring you would be going to sleep anyway. Except she totally forgot you still needed to leave your apartment and you felt way too bad to ask her to come help you this morning.

You had been dating Han for a little while now, the both of you were very independent people and that's probably why you clicked so well, you hated asking for help cause you really did not want to bother anyone and since your relationship was still so new you really did not want to burden him.

When you hear a knock on your door you basically leap from the couch and scramble to the hallway, trying to adjust yourself the best you can, considering the large flannel you were wearing paired with your teddy bear printed red pajama pants and your still fairly freshly washed hair that got a little kinked by the pillow you were resting on earlier.

"Hi baby!!". Han's smile was so bright and heart shaped when you opened the door it made you instantly forget about your nervousness and your dishevelled state, even as he awkwardly tried to give you a hug, "I really wish I could give you a big squeeze but I also don't want to crush your arm even more", he apologises, chuckling nervously as he manouvers around you while you giggle and invite him in.

"Thank you again for coming on such a short notice too, I owe you one", you say sheepishly, leading him to the kitchen where you try your best to one handedly pick up two mugs and fill them up with the coffee you had made earlier, "oh yeah you can definitely pay me up in kisses. I'll let you know how many I request on a daily basis until you covered up your debt. I also want dinner tonight", he quips, winking at you and helping you pour the coffee without you even mentioning needing his help, which only makes you swoon even harder.

You spend a a few quiet hours just drinking your coffee and chatting, Han occasionally stopping mid sentence just to purse out his lips, silently requesting one of the many kisses you already shared, making you giggle each and every time. There's a sort of warmth and comfort, a quiet complicity building up between the two of you and you honestly forget all about your arm.

Up until a loud notification on your phone finally brings you back down on earth and makes you check the time: "oh. It's almost 6.30 pm already. Would you mind if we started getting ready? It might take a while for me to get out of these" you ask, pointing at your pajamas.

Han silently follows you upstairs and into your bedroom where you pick out the easiest clothes to put on you can find, opting for another checkered flannel shirt, a non sleepy time flannel at that, and a pair of cotton sweatpants that shouldn't be too hard to pull up your legs by yourself, "aren't you going to be cold with just that on?", your boyfriend holds up the shirt, an unsatisfied look on his face, "it's a bit chilly outside, you should wear a t-shirt underneath, maybe an oversized one, or is that too complicated to put on?".

You bite the inside of your cheek and nod quietly, your heart suddenly feeling uneasy as the thought of you being half naked in this awful state of yours resurfaces again, " ye-yeah no it's okay I should actually dress warmly", you concede, making a beeline for the bathroom where you intend to freshen up a bit and at least put on your pants by yourself.

With a bit of an effort you manage to strip out of your pajama pants and wear your sweatpants, giving up on tying up the strings and just sticking them on the underside of the hemline, you brush your teeth and comb out the front pieces of your hair while you try to compose yourself. Deep breaths. Just take deep breaths. It's just Jisung. He's not going to judge you, you keep repeating in your head over and over.

"I'm - I'm ready for you to come in", you announce timidly, trying to resolve in the least strained smile you can muster when Han steps inside, "right, so is there a specific way you want me to go about it? Do you want me to pull out your arms or you head first?", he asks giggling, "uh... you choose? I don't mind. I uh - I...",  you nervously bite at the inside of your cheek again and shut your eyes for a sec, "I'm not wearing any bra. Just a heads up".

You can tell Jisung is instantly blindsided by the way he squints his eyes and his ears go deep red. He swallows a few times and blinks away the stunned expression pervading his face, "oh? O-okay I did not know that. Didn't notice", he mumbles, his eyes quickly scanning you up and down, "I'm sorry. I didnt mean to freak you out I sort of... Well it's really uncomfortable. To put on and also to just wear right now, the straps dig and pull at the elastic band of my sling and I can't fasten the clasps of a strapless bra right now. I just figured it was too unconvenient but I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. You know what? I'll just keep my pj's on and add a warmer jacke-".

Your rambling is cut off short by Han kissing you then and there. To say you're bewildered would be an understatement. You look at Han completely puzzled and he just chuckles," it's okay, I promise. I don't want to make you uncomfortable either. I'll help you undress and then close my eyes if you want me to, though I cannot guarantee I'll be much help if I can't see where your sleeves holes are supposed to go".

You both start laughing in hysterics. Probably in part to relieve the tension and awkwardness of this whole thing. And it works. Him making you laugh like that makes you feel way more relaxed. "I'd rather you kept your eyes open, please", you admit shyly as he nods his understanding, "okay then, let's get this bread- I mean this shirt". His remarks are so funny, he's so naturally hilarious you actually feel the nervousness melting away, leaving you feeling all jiddy.

Han tentatively starts unbuttoning your shirt, nimble fingers slender and beautiful as he kneels down and works his way up to your collar, now you're eye level with him and you can see that even if he's clearly still a bit nervous he's trying his best to make it quick and easy for you. Once he's done undoing your shirt he steps away to the side, not without locking eyes with you first, silently asking if you're still doing okay, and you nod slightly, extending your good arm out for him to pull the sleeve off of.

"This really isn't the way I imagined you seeing me topless for the first time, so anticlimactic, so dull. I feel the opposite of sexy right now ", you mumble, huffing and puffing a bit when you two finally manage to pull your cast arm free. Han giggles and gently drapes the t-shirt upside down over your shoulders so it covers you up a little before he brushes some of your fly aways away from your forehead, which you find so endearing and sweet of him, "you are gorgeous", he says, his voice a little deeper and raspier as he goes through the motion of slipping your other arm inside the sleeve first, his eyes meeting yours for a brief second as he smiles warmly at you.

In a few minutes you're fully dressed and ready, and Jisung's cheeks are a little blushy but you haven't caught him "slipping" once. The whole time he helped you get undressed and then covered up again, he not once let his eyes wander nor his hands linger on your exposed skin, you actually felt quite comfortable throughout it all: "thank you. I really truly appreciate how kind and respectful you've been. I'm sorry I didn't warn you earlier", you blurt out, gently brushing his high cheekbone that juts out now that he's smiling that million dollar heart-shaped smile at you, his eyes all wrinkly and squinty as he beams at you.

"You have nothing to apologise for. Nothing. I'm glad I could help and-", he grabs your hand and kisses each of your knuckles, "I can totally pretend this never happened if it makes you feel a little better, I don't ever want you to feel embarrassed when you're with me. I have the memory of a goldfish anyway so I'll easily forget all about it", you laugh out so loud and you half hug him to the best of your abilities, "hahaha you don't have to! Hopefully next time I'm half naked I'm also all in one piece".

[xxkissesforchanniexx]

Hi! I loved your writing about Hyunjin and was wondering if you could write a high school AU where ot8 being a group of popular guys but I would really like if Hyunjin was a softie for the reader who doesn't care about their group at all. THANK YOUU

literally i found this ask so adorable, absolutely!

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞

Pairing: Popular boy!Hyujin x fem!reader Word count: 2.2k Genre: Fluff 🥰💖 Warning: er lil cringe, >.> Hyunjin's friends is a menaces to society, no smut just high schoolers being idiots, usage of y/n with you, useage of friend name (f/n) and second friend name s/f/n >.>

You were minding your business, simply reading "The Forbidden Daughter" at a small desk in the back of the library, enjoying the silence of a calm Wednesday after school. Then the female library student volunteer squealed, you cringed. Peeking from behind the bookshelf hut you saw them and rolled your eyes, it was always that group of boys at your school, led by their senior friend, Bang Chan.

You knew their names by now, everyone did, even the freshmen did, Bang Chan the senior, Lee Minho, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin who your friends called the heart throb artist, Han Jisung, Lee Yongbok, Kim Seungmin the smart one, and the youngest Yang Jeongin the baby sophomore. Being the reserved person you were you ducked back behind your bookshelf hide out and gathered your things, as you were leaving you noticed a book that peaked your interest, "We Were Liars".

You walked over to the shelf it was on and tried to grab it but a long arm reached past you and grabbed it first.

"Hey." You turned. "I was trying to get tha-" You stared up at the boy, he pushed his long bleached blonde hair to the right and examined the book, Hyunjin.

"You wanted this?" He looked down at you. "I got it first soo... no."

Your eye twitched. "I saw it first."

"Ok, Shorty. Prove it." He tilted his head waiting for you to prove you saw it first.

You opened your mouth then closed it, you couldn't prove it. "Can I please have i-"

"Hyunjinnie!" The shrill squeal made you turn.

A short, muscular boy came running, Seo Changbin...

"Oh..." Changbin paused. "Am I interrupting, Da Vinci?" He smirked at you.

"No, not at all." Hyunjin turned to leave.

"I wanted that book." You fumed.

"It's mine now, I'll return it to the library in about 14 days, Shorty." Hyunjin said over his shoulder as he walked away with Changbin.

You grit your teeth and muttered. "Bully."

"Who was that?" Changbin asked Hyunjin as they walked to the other end of the library to catch up with the rest of their group.

"How should I know?" Hyunjin shrugged, looking at the book. "She wanted this book."

Changbin nodded and smirked. "She was pretty cute too.. Why didn't you give it to her in exchange for her number?"

Hyunjin turned to his friend slowly. "Do you want me to beat you with this thing?"

"No, I'm good!" Changbin walked a bit ahead and jumped on Yongbok, who wrestled him off as they walked.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes and looked at the book again, smiling to himself, that girl was kind of cute though.

As per your usual routine, after classes the following day you ran to the student lounge and got a snack before heading to the library to finish your work in your quiet corner. Only when you got to your quiet corner, it wasn't so quiet.

You heard someone burst out laughing, a large group began laughing as well and you tensed... It couldn't be. Your eye twitched as you saw not 1 but 9 desks in your quiet corner and seated in 8 of the 9, was Hyunjin and his friends. You turned to leave only to be stopped by the sound of the first laughing boy's voice.

"Hyunjin." Han Jisung's voice made you cringe.

You looked back, you really shouldn't have.

Hyunjin was in a spinning desk, he turned in the direction Jisung had motioned to, which just so happened to be at you.

"Hey Shorty." He smiled, his charmingly full lips curving up. "Where're you going?"

You turned to face the group. "You took my spot, I'm going to find a new one."

"Your spot?" Jisung looked shocked before smiling. "Never saw your name on it."

You bristled.

"I didn't know spot belonged to anyone." Bang Chan said, "Did you know Yongbok?"

"Nope." Yongbok shrugged.

You exhaled slowly. "It's fine." You turned to leave.

"There's another desk." Jeongin smiled. "Join us."

You sucked in a breath. "I prefer quiet."

"We can be quiet." Seungmin said.

Chan covered his face with his hands. "No you can't..."

Lee Minho elbowed him. "We promise we can be quiet. We can even kick out Changbin if you need."

Changbin's mouth fell open in shock and you resisted the urge to giggle.

"I'm alright." You glanced at Hyunjin, who clenched his fist slightly. "I'll go now."

Chan smiled at you. "Bye bye."

You gave a group a small smile that quickly became a wince as you walked away, Hwang Hyunjin... I'm gonna kill you. You fumed as you left the library.

"I think you made her mad Hyunjin." Jisung looked at his friend.

"I agree." Chan shook his head. "You're really bad at this."

"You think she's cute just tell her." Jeongin sighed.

"'Where're you going, Shorty?'" Minho mimicked. "REAL smooth."

Hyunjin covered his face. "I wasn't thinking, thanks."

"When do you ever?" Seungmin said looking at his phone.

Hyunjin flung a folder at him. Seungmin stood to throw the folder back.

Chan looked at the two, "Sit down before I smack you both."

"Anyway." Seungmin sat fixing his shirt. "I was going to say why not appeal to stuff she likes. If I were you, I'd ask her to read that book with you." He motioned to the book in front of Hyunjin, he was only about 4 chapters in anyway.

"Have you read it before?" Hyunjin asked.

"Mhm. Real sad, heart throb, I highly recommend." Seungmin said looking at his phone again.

Hyunjin hummed, "Alright."

You tried to eat your lunch quickly that Monday to avoid the group of boys that got all the girls in the lunchroom squealing. But of course, you ended up at the end of the line and resigned yourself to sitting with your two friends, f/n and s/f/n for the rest of the lunch period. The gym doors opened across the field, you could see through the large glass windows on the right side of the lunchroom, as students filed in through the glass doors the squeals started as Chan and Changbin walked by.

You rolled your eyes as your friend shook you at the sight of Han Jisung. You continued reading "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" for the 6th time, your other friend grabbed your face and made you look up whispering in your ear. "Hyunjin is looking at you."

You made a face and kept reading.

f/n pointed at herself while looking at someone in Hyunjin's direction, you tensed, please no. She stood and walked over to the group an you hesitantly looked up from your book, Hyunjin and Jisung were talking to her.

s/f/n shook you in surprise, "What if Hyunjin was looking at f/n AND NOT YOU!!??"

You squeezed your book, it didn't bother you... it didn't make you jealous, how old were you? five? You bit your lip. "Good for her."

f/n rejoined you at the table and s/f/n grabbed her. "What did Hyunjin ask you?!"

f/n opened her mouth but looked at Hyunjin and closed it.

"What?" You looked at her before looking at Hyunjin, who quickly turned away.

You rolled your eyes and continued with the rest of your day, after school you noticed no one was in your little corner, so they'd taken a hint. You sat at your desk, starting to read again, when 5pm came around you decided to leave, as you walked around the campus you noticed the art room door was left ajar.

You peeked in and saw Hyunjin, his hair pulled back, paintbrush in hand, he bit his lip as if deep in thought then stroked the canvas gently. You stared at him and felt your facing getting hot. Why were you even staring? It's nothing you hadn't seen before, Hyunjin looking hot. Simple... You turned to leave and your elbow bumped the door. Shit...

Hyunjin looked up his eyes met yours and for a brief moment you saw panic in his eyes before turning away, "What are you doing here?"

"I was... passing by..." You said slowly.

He set the paint brush down and stood.

"AH!" You shouted making him freeze. "Stay over there." You said quietly, still facing away from the door so he wouldn't see your face.

"Shorty-"

"Don't call me that." you hissed.

"Why shouldn't I?" You heard him walking to you and tensed.

"Didn't I say 'Stay over there'?" You tried to walk away but he obviously had longer strides than you and you squeaked as he draped his arms around you and rested his chin on your head, if noy for your backpack he would've been so much closer.

"I can only follow one thing you say at a time, y/n." He held the book, "We Were Liars" in front of you. "It's this or I call you Shorty, your pick, though, if you add another instruction I can do both anyway."

"What type of logic is tha-" You scanned the title of the book and grabbed for it.

He held it up and out of your reach and you turned, nearly chest to chest with him reaching for the book. "No. It's mine." he smirked down at you.

"Give it." You said through grit teeth.

He smiled and brought the book to your reach, you grabbed it and gasped as he patted your head. "Shorty."

"Don't call m-" You started.

He grabbed the book again.

"Hwang Hyunj-"

"Pick one." He said looking down at you.

You pursed your lips and grabbed the book. "Bully." You muttered.

"I was hoping you could read it with me." He said, looking away.

You blushed slightly as you saw the tips of his ears going red. "You've had it for three days-"

"I'm only on Chapter 4, catch up Shorty. I'll see you in your book hut tomorrow?" He went back into the art room and grabbed his bag.

"Uh... Yeah." You hugged the book.

Hyunjin smiled at you as he left the art room and you turned to watch him go. When you sat in your bed to read the book, you opened to the first page and on a sticky note was a doodle of a very tall stick figure and a very short one, written beneath it, was a phone number.

When Hyunjin rounded the corner out of the arts hall he pursed his lips at the sight of his friends.

Changbin was wrapped in Minho's arms making his voice high and squeaky. "Give it!"

Minho handed him an imaginary book and smiled patting his head, "Shorty."

Chan smiled. "Real smooth."

Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

You and Hyunjin began talking more often, even after you finished the book, you would sit reading in the art room while he doodled or painted, you even went out with him and his friends occasionally.

After you read the entirety of "The School for Good and Evil", Hyunjin made his intentions clearer than before. Buying the snacks you liked and leaving little drawings on sticky notes on your desk in the library if he didn't go to see you.

Your friends were constantly telling you he had to be into you.

Thing 1(f/n) 06:56pm There is NO WAY you don't think he likes you

Thing 2(s/f/n) 06:56pm HE LEFT A DRAWING OF A FLOWER FOR YOU YOU IDIOT HE LOVES YOU

You 06:57pm NUH UH

Thing 1 06:57pm YUH HUH

Thing 2 06:57pm oh lord... 😭

You rolled your eyes and put your phone down picking up "The False Prince", your eyes flicked to your phone as it buzzed, Hyunjin had texted you.

Hyunjinnie👹 06:58pm Hey, are you home rn?

You 06:58pm Yeah why?

Hyunjinnie👹 06:58pm Come outside rq.

You muttered to yourself and grabbed your jacket, heading outside. Hyunjin smiled at you as you came out, "I wanted to..." He cleared his throat and held out a gift.

You tilted your head. "For me?"

He nodded, his ears pink. "I thought you would really like it, considering its history."

You opened the wrapping and smiled fondly at a copy of "We Were Liars", "Hyunjin you shouldn't have."

"I wanted to." He smiled, glancing at a car.

You looked at the car seeing someone who looked very similar to Changbin ducking under the window. You looked up at Hyunjin, "Really?"

He smiled sheepishly, "Back up and emotional support."

"Emotional support?" You raised a brow.

"I don't think you will..." He said softly, "But just in case you say no."

"No to what?" You asked.

"I like you." Hyunjin whispered. "I like you a lot, Shorty."

You stared up at him.

"I would like it a lot.. if you went out with me. So will you?" His ears were a deep red color.

You giggled and jumped on him hugging him tightly. "Yes Hyunjin."

The following Monday, you and your friends were studying in the library.

"Why are you so bubbly?" f/n asked you.

"Yeah, you seem so upbeat." s/f/n said, eyes narrowing.

"Oh, I-" You started.

You looked up as f/n's mouth flopped open. Hyunjin walked into your little corner in the library and set down a snack for you before kissing you on the cheek. He smiled at the book on your desk. "Looks interesting. You should read it with me."

Jisung and Jeongin poked their heads into the book corner, they smiled and waved at you before grabbing Hyunjin and leaving.

s/f/n looked at you. "You've got some explaining to do."

[lilquokka04]

🩵Masterlist🩵

💠-angst

💦-smut

🫧-fluff

🩵-favorite

🌀-suggestive

🫐-subby skz

❄️-dom skz

Im moving all of my little space fics to my other tumblr @lilmeowmeow04 🩵

🐺Chan🐺

-Good Boy 💦🫧🫐🩵

-Empty 💠

-Curly Hair 🫧

-Hard Chan Thoughts 💦❄️

-Fluffy 🫧

-I'm here 💠

-Lost Time 🌀💠

-Soft Moments 🌀🫧

🐱Leeknow🐱

-What's wrong Jagi? 💦🫧🩵🫐

-Apologize, brat Pt. 1, pt. 2 💦❄️

-Soft Leeknow Thoughts 🫧

- Subby Leeknow Thoughts 💦🫐

-Safe Place 🫧

-It hurts.. 🫐💦

-"Not fair!" 💦❄️

- Soft minnie thoughts 🫧

-Leeknow Thoughts🐱 💦

-Soft thoughts 🫧🌀

-Never Again💠

🐽Changbin🐰

-Hard Changbin Thoughts 💦❄️

-Subby Changbin Thoughts 🫐💦

-Don't leave 🩵🫧🫐

-Needy 🫐🌀

-Soft Dom 💦🫧❄️

🥟Hyunjin🥟

-Don't be shy 🫧🌀

-I'm Sorry 💠🫧🫐

-Hard Hyunjin Thoughts 💦🫐🩵❄️

-Having fun? 🫐💦

-I'm Fine 🌀🫐

-Lil Dumpling 💠

- Maybe One Day 💠🫧

🐹Han🐹

-Please? 💦🫧🫐

-Jisung thoughts 💦🫐

-S*xting🐹 💦🫐

-Cheesecake 🫐💦🩵

-Too Cute For Your Own Good♡ 💦🫐

-I'm Proud of You 💠

-You're Safe With Me 🫧💠

🐥Felix🐥

-Jealous 🫧🫐

-Hard Felix Thoughts 💦❄️

-Affection 🫧🩵

-Lo♡er 🫧

-♡Pink♡ 🌀🫐

-Touch Deprived 🫧

🐶Seungmin🐶

-Subby Seungmin Thoughts 🫐💦

-Pouring Rain 🫧

-Dog Cafe 🫧🩵

-Anything You Need 🫧

-"Want mommy's help" 🫐💦

🦊Jeongin🦊

-Candy 💦🫐

-Movie Theater 💦🫐

-Vaseline🫐💠🫧

-Pain is Pleasure 💦🩵❄️

-Multiple Members

- Attention -Jilix 🫧🫐🩵

-Let me touch -Changbin, Hyunjin, Felix, y/n 💦

-Hard Thoughts- Changbin, Leeknow, Chan, reader 💦

-OT8

-Sub Skz Punishments -OT8 🫐💦

-Ass or Tits 💦❄️

-Reactions

-Asking for a kiss reaction -OT8 🫧

-Reactions to Lingerie -OT8 🌀🫧🩵

-You flashing them -OT8🌀🫧

-You get a new tattoo -OT8 🫧

-You Wear a Bikini -OT8 🫧

-Series

-

-Corruption 💦

-It hurts... 🐰

-"Want mommy's help" 🐶

-

-Aftercare with Subby Skz 🌀

-Fluffy 🐺

-Don't leave 🐖🐰

-Vaseline🦊

-I'm Fine🥟

-Comfort 💠

-Lil Dumpling 🥟

-Never Again🐱

-You're Safe With Me 🐹

-Text Messages

-Texts They Send While on Tour -hyung line 🫧

-Requests♡

-Binnie 🐖🐰 🫐💦

-I missed you🥟 🫐🌀

-Meanie🥟 🫐🌀

-The tears dripping down your face 🥟 💠💦

-Shy Baby 🐶 🫐💦

-Misc

- han link 🫐💦

-chan's neck appreciation 💦🌀

[jungle-angel]

First Halloween (Fanboy x Reader)

“Alright little man,” Mickey said to the wriggling little three month old laying on your bed. “You are gonna look so cute in your Halloween costume.” 

Antonio wriggled and gurgled as Mickey zipped him into his Halloween costume, his chubby little arms flailing and poor Mickey struggling to get him in. “Sheesh, eres impaciente, hombrecito.”

The baby laughed a little as if he enjoyed annoying his father, but in no time at all, Antonio was in his Halloween costume. Mickey’s huge grin could hardly be contained, even as he whipped out his cell phone and snapped a whole mess of pictures. “Oh, your great grandmother is gonna love this,” he chortled excitedly. 

“Mickey you good?” 

“Yeah (y/n), I’m still in the bedroom!” 

“You wanna hurry it up?!” you called. “I might need some help with the hair!” 

“Gimme one sec!” 

Mickey lifted Antonio from the bed and moved him back into his own room, carefully placing him in his crib before heading back in to help you. “Your need help with the hair?” he asked you. 

“I dunno,” you sighed in frustration. “Honestly, the people that did Carrie Fisher’s hair....”

“Babes, I’ve got this,” Mickey chuckled. “You forget, I grew up in a big family and have an older sister who does hair for a living.” 

“Ok,” you said. “You win.” 

Mickey took your hair into his nimble fingers, working away effortlessly until at last it was done, your hair looking like a pair of huge cinnamon rolls stuck to the side of your head. 

“Alright Princess Leia,” Mickey teased. “Han Solo will be right back.” 

“Oh shit!” you blurted out. “I just realized, I need to feed Antonio.” 

“Alright, you go do that, I’m gonna go get changed.” 

You immediately went to the nursery and picked Antonio up, sitting right in the rocker to feed him as best you could. Alot of people had told you from the get-go that feeding would be painful and at times it was, but as soon as you got used to it, it hardly hurt at all. 

As soon as Antonio had been fed, burped and settled, Mickey popped right back in wearing his own Halloween costume. “Isn’t he cute?” he asked with a huge grin. 

““Oh my God,” you half laughed. “As if a Baby Yoda didn’t give me enough feels already, Mickey.” 

“Hey it was either this, or we go as Ghostbusters and he’s Baby Slimer,” Mickey told you. 

“So are we gonna get going, or are we just gonna stay here and nerd out?” 

“Right, right,” Mickey stammered. 

The two of you headed out to the truck and loaded up, putting Antonio into his carseat before heading to the Floyd ranch. Tonight was always the best time of year for the ranch, seeing as the squad got to set up and manage the haunted hayride every year.

It wasn’t a long ride at all, only a half hour at most before you two had pulled up to the ranch, people already having arrived just before sundown in an array of costumes, young and old, kids and teenagers as well as seasoned old salts. The leaves on the trees had turned burning shades of red, orange, brown and yellow while the heavy smells of hay, apples and fresh picked pumpkins was everywhere. 

“Holy shit!” Rooster exclaimed. “Looks like you guys went all out with the Star Wars thing.” 

“Yeah and you look like you just stepped out of a Bram Stoker novel,” Mickey chuckled. 

“Hey, Rusty wanted to be Mina so I had no choice but to be Jonathan,” Rooster said in his defense. “Look, I’ve even got a stake in the belt-loops of my pants.” 

Bob emerged onto the porch a moment later, his Indiana Jones look complete with a real bullwhip at his side. “Is that my favorite nephew?!” he exclaimed when he saw Antonio. 

“You wanna take him?” you laughed. 

Bob gladly took Antonio, still in his Baby Yoda costume, littering the baby’s cheeks with kisses and telling him how cute he was. “God I’m nervous,” Bob remarked. “The wife’s due in a few months.” 

“You’ll do fine,” Fanboy assured him. “By the way, what time’s the haunted hayride?” 

“Seven thirty is what Dad told me,” Bob answered as Antonio sucked on the end of his pinky. “He’s all excited because he gets to chase people with a giant knife.” 

“Isn’t that illegal?” you asked him. 

“Well, he was originally gonna make a homemade flamethrower but Mom talked him out of it pretty quick.” 

You guys laughed, trying to picture the whole thing going down. Regardless, you all intended to make it the best Halloween to remember.

[whichstiel]

A Christmas Prince II

I haven't even watched THAT many Christmas or other holiday movies yet this season, but I just vividly dreamed an alternative sequel to the Netflix's A Christmas Prince.

The movie began with them divorced after a short but rocky marriage. The magnifying glass of royalty charred them both and they parted ways amicably (but also obviously heartbroken).

After the opening recap monologue where she talks about her whirlwind royal romance and subsequent heartbreak (disclaimer: I haven't watched the movie in at least a few years - what even happened in it?) we cut to her leaning in to kiss her new girlfriend. (That's right, Netflix says bisexual rights!) They're ready to spend their first Christmas together. Her new girlfriend really wants to introduce her to her parents when the whole family gets together for the holiday. It's bittersweet for our heroine but she tries to move on.

But Amber (I just had to google her name, shut up) gets a call from her Journalism Boss, the Boss of Journalistic Sources. The crown jewels from her former lover's kingdom have been stolen!!! And there's nobody better to cover the news than Amber.

Amber breaks the news to her new girlfriend buuuuuut also obviously makes a big terrible lie out of it. Instead of "sorry, babe, I need to work," she tells the girlfriend that she can't meet the parents because her Christmas surprise is an all expenses whirlwind romantic trip toooooo ALDOVIA. Her girlfriend is apparently NOT a news reader, connects no dots, and packs her skis, baby!

They arrive in Aldovia. Amber tries to spend the whole time wearing slouchy hats and sunglasses, so that nobody in this tiny, fake European monarchy will notice its famous former queen. Hijinks happen. She probably gets recognized by the butler, or something, who secretly plots to "accidentally" reunite her with her former husband who has been pining for her this whole time.

The girlfriend is a sweet but lazily written cinnamon stick who is mainly in the movie to be holiday-card cute and super sweet to Amber (while Amber spirals after glimpsing the Prince - er, King? IDK). We want Amber to reunite with her lost love but also? Girlfriend is sweet like kitten? Must protect??? Maybe this will be a Frozen situation and the girlfriend will turn out to be a total Hans.

Amber is trying to focus on the case - er, journalism story. WHO STOLE THE ROYAL JEWELS? She is only in the country for this reason! She definitely does not find herself comically hiding herself in hedgery to spy on her prince! Especially when a princess comes to town looking to give away her rose, if you know what I mean.

This part of my dream is a little fuzzy, which probably means it doesn't actually exist. So let's have a little fun and make it up.

We can throw in a...baking contest. How about Amber goes undercover as a contestant to sneak into her former home and nobody will recognize her at all because, uuuuuuh, she just has "one of those faces?" (Her bakes are terrible.) She tells her boss that she's only in it to find the jewels and save the prince's kingdom cover the news story.

While Amber is living her worst life, her actually still pretty new girlfriend is busy being a solo tourist of Aldovia. We get what could be a sad montage of solo Christmas card moments (decorating cookies at the local snowy farmer's market stall, holding baby bunnies at the Pet Palace Emporium (the bunnies wear little fake poinsettia bows), and drinking hot chocolate while looking at CGI snowy mountains). The thing is, she's not sad about it. Girlfriend is having the BEST time. It keeps things light for this Netflix romance and we don't feel too bad for girlfriend. She is in a stale three month relationship and all she has is this amazing overseas vacation to show for it!

Amber ends up getting discovered at the palace by the prince. He pulls her into a lavishly red and green decorated room to hold a hissing conversation about why she is there, is she there because of this princess interloper, does she want to get back together, does she miss him too, has she happened to spot any very shiny rocks anywhere?

They decide to solve the mystery together before parting ways FOREVER. One last adventure! Hijinks ensue again, and we're made to suspect the interloping princess, the mysterious relative of the prince who just so happened to be visiting and may be trying to steal his throne, and probably a mysterious shopkeeper who bears some resemblance to Santa Claus and keeps showing up unannounced all over the movie.

While they try to find the missing jewels, Amber and the Prince fall back in love. Or, realize they never fell out of love.

Amber breaks up with her girlfriend - probably during the baking contest - and runs off to stop the prince from getting engaged. It turns out the princess interloper is nowhere in sight and the prince is just...staring out over the mountains, longing for Amber.

Finally, we get back to my dream. The snowy garden is full of twinkling lights and Amber and the prince lean in. Turns out they never stopped loving each other. They vow to let nothing get in the way of their love again. It's time to get married again! They can overcome anything including Journalism and Jewel Thieves! Will their marriage crumble again?

That's probably for next year's sequel.

The cinnamon-stick girlfriend soothes her sorrow by heading back to the Baby Animal Emporium to snuggle more bunnies. The spurned Princess shows up, looking to soothe her heartache with some, uh, bunny snuggling as well. I guess they're going to be featured in the spinoff movie?

Oh, and what about the JEWEL THIEF? We almost forgot about the mystery sub-plot! A squirrel lumbers across the yard while Amber and her prince reaffirm their love. It's...dragging a ruby pendant. They follow the squirrel and find the entire treasure trove of Aldovia shoved into a hollow tree. The thief was small and furry and there's no threat to the kingdom after all! Let's turn to the camera and laugh, share a kiss, and.......fade into snowy mountains while a generic Christmas love song plays us out.

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Tagged by @callsign-crow, @itshoneywhatever, @mafiatsunafish, @merryandrewsworld, @perishablealex, @renai-chan in different versions of the tag game, so I just took all the questions and answered them all in one post, if ya don't mind, you lovely souls! 💕

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Name? Starts with a P. It's a pretty common name where I’m from. (But you can call me Red here 😉)

Were you named after anyone? Nope.

Pronouns? She/her.

Where do you call home? Belgium.

Sign? Aries.

Time? 11h49 (I’m HUNGRY.) (Update. I ate and it was fries and homemade burger).

Fav band/artist? Hans Zimmer (composer). But I love many other composers! I don’t exactly have a fav band or artist as it’s not the kind of music I listen to (OST-Forever-Girl).

Do you have kids? No. I don’t want kids right now, I’ll wonder about that muuuuuch later. (Although I’m a cat mom at the moment.)

Use sarcasm a lot? I do sarcastic quips all the time… xD

First thing you notice 'bout people? Their smile. :)

Eye color? Hazel Eyes.

Scary movies or happy ending? Happy Ending FOREVER.

Special talent? *blank* (Too hungry to think of one... xD)

Your hobbies? To talk about something NOT related to fandom, I like Sudoku and Word scrambled games.

Any pets? It may be shocking to all of you, but I have a she-cat. A red she-cat. *grinning*

First pet? Twas a hamster….:D

Favorite animal? I love felines and birds of prey VERY MUCH.

Cereal of choice? As a kiddo it was Miel Pops, now I do the healthier version of honey cereals when I do eat cereals. And I occasionally eat oatmeal as well.

Are you visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner? All three of them, depends on what is it I’m learning.

Playing any sport? Used to be tennis. Now I do walking and running, and I’d love to swim again!!!

How tall..? Small bean of 1m58.

Favourite subject in school? Latin in secondary school, and my American and British Literature at Uni, as well as all my Law and Judiciary classes. Instructive, especially because I now understand the related news.

Dream job? I don’t even know anymore… I’m completely lost. ☹

Favorite scent? honey and lavender, and strawberry.

Do you believe in astrology? Absolutely not. "Not in any god, not in myths and legends." (Although it’s pretty cool to read about myths and legends! :D *mythology nerd*)

How many playlists do you have on spotify/apple music? 0 because I refuse to use spotify or apple music. :D

Sharpies or highlighters? Both are good!

Song that makes you cry? Songs don’t usually make me cry. However, OSTs do. I’m HIGHLY sensitive to Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron/The Last Samurai/LOTR OSTs.

Last song? Dela by Johnny Clegg (That’s right baby, GEORGE OF THE JUNGLE SONG! :D)

Last series? still ER! (I mean there are 15 seasons or so, and I’m watching season 5)

Last movie? I was in the middle of ‘While you were sleeping’ but couldn’t finish due to stellar internet connection. :(

Song that makes you happy? Ain’t Worried by OneRepublic, Danger Zone by Kenny Loggins, and the Rickrolling Song! xD

Do you write/draw/create? Don’t EVER ask me to draw. I’ve started to write, which I’m still surprised about, I guess you could say I create some Top Gun content as well? Like silly posts about my fav pilots! :D

Currently working on? My Cheerleading Top Gun Sideblog. I’m still in the building process but it’s been fun so far! I discovered or rediscovered REALLY amazing content!!! :O <3 Writing-related? Dr. Goose Bradshaw Series. YUP. THAT’S RIGHT. 😉

When did I create this blog? Dunno…2013/14?

What I post? I reblog A LOT. And I LOVE adding to posts when inspiration strikes! xD Right now? I’ve posted several Top Gun  Recs Lists. (Top Gun and Top Gun Maverick have bewitched me body and soul!)

Other blogs? The Sideblog I was previously talking about can be found at @timetobuzzthefandomtower.

Do I get asks? Very occasionally 😊 (Though I don’t check it very often, so very sorry to anyone who might have sent something, I promise I’ll get back to you!!! <3)

Followers? 246?! (Holy Shit. When did that happen??????? I’ve never checked before! :O)

Average hours of sleep? 8 hours is the best for me, but I sleep less than that I’m sure.

Instruments? Fuck that. I hated the music class during HS. :O 

What I'm wearing rn? Short & T-Shirt. All comfy clothes.

Dream trip? New Zealand. Seems very far away, almost unachievable! xD And, the Vikings Lands. I. WANT. TO. GO. THERE. <3

Favourite song at the moment? Fake ID from Footloose :D

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I Will Stand By You - Part II

Sorry that this took so long but as it is my second baby, and a long one to top it all, I was going back and for in many aspects.  Hope you enjoy it!  Thanks @chelseagirl98 for your support

Warnings:  Angst, fluffy

The car ride to the airport was filled with a comfortable silence.  I can feel DeeDee’s eyes on me but no words coming forward.  Dropping me at the departure gate, she rolled the window down… “Just take care of him…and yourself.  Let me know when you arrive and take the time to be with Chris.  But if you need anything, and I mean anything, I’m a call away”,

“I will.  Love you, D”.

“Love you too”, the car moves forward leaving behind to take my flight.  

The waiting was not long but at the same time, long enough for me to browse the social media accounts. The comments towards the Club, the manager and some  specific players were awful and  hurtful. The ones directed at Chris were just spiteful.   My only hope at this point is that he has stopped looking at them; that all the boys are done looking at them.

Finally, I closed all accounts and just waited for the boarding announcement, which came 30 minutes later.   I thanked my lucky stars that DeeDee and I booked my ticket for first class so I could try and sleep throughout the flight, but my mind had other ideas, and after a little more than two hours of tossing and turning, I gave up completely on it.   Instead, I just stared outside the window looking at the endless night in front of me, playing different scenarios on how things could go once Chris and I have an opportunity to talk.

To say that I was exhausted upon arriving will be putting it mildly. Once the plane landed, I turned my phone on and shot a quick text to Andrea, who responded immediately to say that they were waiting for  me at baggage claim.  As I walked in, I got a pleasant surprise.  Waiting for me were Andrea and Kepa, both with identical smiles on their faces.

Andrea was the first one to reach for me and greet me, as Kepa went to retrieve my luggage, after asking which one was mine.  “Hola y/n, como estas?  Me alegra mucho que estes de vuelta con nosotros, aunque detesto las circunstancias en las cuales estas en Londres. (Y/n, hi.  How are you? I’m so glad to have you back with us, even if the reasons for being back in London are not the best), said Andrea giving me one of her trademark hugs.

Suddenly I feel a hug from behind in the form of my favorite goalkeeper.  “Mi turno para saludarla, mi amor.  ¿Como estas, mi niña?  Dormisteis algo en el avión.   Te ves cansada.  Andrea, mi amor, no crees que y/n se ve agotada? (Love, it is my turn to say hi. My little girl, how are you?  Did you take a nap on the plane?  You look tired.  Andrea, love, don’t you think that y/n looks tired?)

But before Andrea could answer him, I just said.  “La verdad? No he podido dormir.   Yo estoy preocupada” (¿“Do you want the truth?  I had not been able to sleep.  I am so worried”)

“Yo sé que estas preocupada, y lo entendemos perfectamente. Pero nosotros estamos preocupados por ti”.  (We understand perfectly well that you are worried.  But we are worried about you too”), said Andrea holding hands with me and guiding me towards the car park with Kepa closed behind.

“Los amo muchísimo.  Gracias a Chris, tengo a los mejores amigos que una chica puede desear.  No importa la distancia, ustedes han sido parte de nuestras vidas desde que empezamos nuestro noviazgo, y todo este tiempo han sido los mejores porristas.  No sé qué haríamos sin ustedes” (“I love you, both, so much.  I gained, thanks to Chris, the best Friends that a girl could ever wish for.   You had been our biggest cheerleaders and had been part of our journey from the start.  No matter the distance”).

“Tú eres especial para nosotros también. Es por esa razón, que te llevaremos a la casa de Chris más tarde. Primero, queremos que descanses, tomes el desayuno con nosotros.  Kai y Sophia se reunirán con nosotros más tarde y después de conversar con ellos, en lo que nos puedes preguntar lo que quieras, te llevaremos a casa de Chris” (“To us, you are special.  And that is why we will take you later to Chris’ house.  First, you will rest, and then eat breakfast with us.  Later, we will meet and talk with Kai and Sophia, during this time you can ask us any questions. After, will drop at Chris”).

“Pero yo quiero ir a verle inmediatamente” (I want to see him now”).

“Lo se.  Pero debes descansar” (“I know, but you need to rest”).

“Kepa, estas ocultando algo?” (“Are you hiding something, Kepa?”)

“Hablaremos en cuanto estemos con Kai y Sophia.  Te lo prometo” (“I promised that we will talk with Kai and Sophia”)

Should I be concerned about it.  Maybe.  But I trust my friends.

“Está bien. Vamos” (“Okay. Let’s go”)

During the drive to Kepa and Andrea’s home, I took the opportunity to send a message to DeeDee and let her know that I arrived fine.  To my surprise, she responded immediately and asked if I was on my way to see Chris for which I responded in the negative.

“What do you mean no?” was the quick reply.

“I looked and felt exhausted due to lack of sleep, so Kepa and Andrea had suggested for me to take some rest at their home before heading to Chris.  That it’s all”.

The dots that appeared on my phone just too quickly disappeared.  When I was about to give the conversation up the dots reappeared and a message followed.

“Y/m…”

“DeeDee…”

“Just rest”.

“Nothing more to say?”

“No.  I promised to butt out and that’s what I am doing.  Just relax, sunshine.  Need you to be in your ‘A’ game”.

“Stop, DeeDee.  You know I value your opinion”.

“And I love you for it, but a promise is a promise.  By the way, do not forget to send a message to your future mother-in-law, and let her know that you are okay”.

“Stop teasing me, and I will.  Also, why are you still awake?”

“Couldn’t sleep either.  But now, that I know you are in safe hands, I will take advantage of this room, and will sleep for a while before heading home”.

“Please sleep well, DeeDee.  Do not drive if you are too tired and send me a message once you get home”.

“Stop worrying about me”.

“Never.  I have to say goodbye for now as we just arrived and need to spend some time with my hosts”.

“Okay but y/n…”                  

“Yes?”

“Nothing.  Just love you”.

“Love you too”.

When I lifted my eyes from the phone, two sets of eyes were staring at me. “Solamente estaba enviándole un mensaje a la hermana de Chris para dejarle saber que llegue bien” (“Just sending Chris’ sister a quick message to let her know of my arrival in one piece”).

“No hay problema.  Vamos a cocinar el desayuno.  Andrea te preparo la recamara de huéspedes.  Toma un baño y ven a buscarnos cuando estes lista” (“No worries. The spare bedroom is set for you so just go ahead and take a shower.  Once you are ready, come and find us as Andrea and I will be getting breakfast ready”).

“Gracias” (Thank you”).

Fifteen minutes later, I was heading to the kitchen.  I arrived quietly and took my time just observing the interactions between the couple.  They were so comfortable with one another and seemed to work in the kitchen like a well-oiled machine.  Andreas’ engagement ring sparkled with the sun streaming through the kitchen window. I always felt drawn to it; daydreaming a little bit about the moment in which will be my hand showing a ring.  A girl can dream.  As they were flipping pancakes and setting some places  on the kitchen island, Andrea noticed my presence at the door.

“Y/n, está lista para desayunar?”  (“Are you ready for breakfast, y/n?”)

“Si, gracias” (“Yes, thank you”), and with that I just sat down next to Andrea as Kepa started dishing the pancakes.

Our conversation flowed as easily as ever. Love that, no matter the distance or the lack of seen each other daily, our friendship was solid.  I normally face time or talk with them once a week.  Christian always finds it so funny that his teammates and partners get a weekly run of my life and that sometimes that cuts his time with him which I simply remind him that isn’t true as our time is more valuable than anything else.

As we were done, I offered to help clean up and do the dishes but was quickly dismissed.

“No.  Solamente ve a descansar.  Te despertaremos en dos horas.  ¿Está bien?” (“Np.  Simply go and rest.  Will wake you in two hours,  Okay?”)

I nodded but before heading to the bedroom, I got on my tippy toes and kissed both Kepa and Andrea.  I knew rest was need it, so it wasn’t a surprise that as soon as my head touched the pillow, I was out.  Next thing I’m aware of is a hand shaking me slightly from my slumber.  I just groaned, “Not now. I just went to sleep. I’m so tired”.

“Mi niña. Es hora de que te despiertes. Sophia, Kai y Andrea están en la sala esperándote’ (“It is time for you to wake up, my little girl. Waiting for us in the living room are Sophia, Kai, and Andrea”)

Stretching, I opened my eyes and simply nodded.  “Dame 10 minutos y allí estaré” (“Just give me 10 minutes and I be right there”).

Kepa just left the room, closing the door behind him.  I took my time and freshened up before heading to see my friends. As I got closer, their conversation seemed to stop altogether.  Sophia and Kai got up from their spots and engulfed me in a heartfelt hug.

“How was your flight?”, ask Sophia.

“It was okay.  My anxiety got the better part of me, and I just want to see Chris.  I’m glad that I had time to rest but I’m ready to go and be with him”.

Kepa and Kai exchanged a quick look between each other, but not quick enough for me not to intercept it.

“Okay boys, what’s with the look?”

“What look? There was no look”, said Kai.

“Kai Lukas Havertz, you are insulting y/n and our intelligence.  We saw the look between Kepa and you.  What going on?”,  said Sophia hitting Kai’s head.

“Ouch, love!  Okay, just hear us out.  Y/n, after your conversation with Kepa, we started observing Chris more closely.  He was extremely quiet and chose to sit down with Hakim on the way back.  At one point, we saw him texting which we assumed was with you, but instead of being his happy self, as he is normally after your calls, he retrieved more into himself. So, we decided to confront  him after we got home”.

“And how it turns out?”

“Well, we went to Chris’ house and talked for a while.  We know he asked you to give him space and…”

“What do you mean Chris asked y/n for space” said Andrea looking between Kai, Kepa and I.

“Mi amor, let Kai finished” said Kepa still looking towards me.

My eyes were down and the hands on my laps kept playing with the hem of my t-shirt .

“Y/n, what are the boys talking about?”, said Andrea sitting next to me and ignoring Kepa.

“H-he said that he doesn’t want to drag anybody with him, especially not me, and that maybe, he needed some space”.

“Are you giving him the space that he is asking for?  Because Kepa and I don’t think that this is what  he really wants or needs”, said Kai kneeling in front of me.

“Well, I just asked him to let me talk with him.  I love him so much and waited so long to be with him to let others dictate things for us.  I know what he is doing and I’m not okay with it”,

“We cannot tell you what to do but we will support you both.  Things are far from great at club level, and I know that the lack of playing time, and the uncertainty of his future at Chelsea is breaking havoc with Chris’ self-esteem.  You don’t have to be a genius to see this.  He is our friend and, if for any reason, he leaves this club, you and he will always be part of us”, said Kai.

“We are not the only ones feeling this way.  Ben, Mason, and Reece are worried and want to be here for you and him. We don’t think that he wants to leave you, he’s just confused and hurt and thinks that he is not good enough, but he is.  He needs you, and you both need to talk, alone, about all this.  Your future, together, depends on it”.

Finally lifting my eyes, I asked to my friends, “can you, please, take me to him?”

“Do you have your key? We don’t have practice today, so you will have all day to talk with him without any interruptions.  We will make sure of it”.

“I do”.                                                                                                                     “Then let’s get your luggage and take you home”.

And with it, my friends took me home.  The girls tried talking with me and offering a distraction but after a while, they gave up completely and just took hold of my hands.  I was scared, nervous , and my anxiety levels were sky high. But above all, I am certain of what needs to be done.  Fighting for us is something that I can do.  We had come a long way, jumped lots of hurdles to be together.  No room for mistakes here.

“Y/n, y/n.  We are here”.

Sure enough, I looked outside, and we parked outside Chris’ house.  Andrea opened her door and we both exited the car. Kai took my luggage from the car’s trunk and handed it to me.

“Do you want any of us to go in with you? I am not 100% sure but he should stills  be asleep”.

“No, Kai.  Thank you. I am okay.  I-I need to do this on my own. Thanks for everything, and just know that that I love you so much.  All of you”

.“Please call us if you need anything or if you need the boys to come and get you” said Sophia holding me tight.

“I will.  I promise, but I am confident that it will not be necessary”.

I waited by the door, luggage in hand, until their car disappeared down the street.  With a deep sigh  I turned the key in and got into the house turning the alarm off in the process.  Leaving my shoes and luggage by the door, I made my way to Chris’ bedroom.

When I opened the door, my  eyes took some time adjusting to the darkness in the bedroom, even if it was noon. During my last  ,  before international break, we installed these new blinds and curtains to block the sunlight. He wanted to get more rest, and these were ideal for him.  Chris was completely wrapped under the blankets, his face the only thing visible. I loved watching Chris sleep because it is the only time in which he is relaxed and at  peace.

Carefully, I made my way into the bedroom, closing the door as quietly as possible.  I laid down facing him and just kept staring at my handsome boyfriend.  Temptation to touch him won over my desire to let him sleep more.  Gently, I move some curls out of his forehead and with featherlike touches, trace the contour of his cheek’s bones, freckles, and lips.  He started twitching and finally his eyes opened, blinking rapidly to adjust.

“I smelled your perfume.  I thought that it was just my mind playing tricks on me, but  you are here”

His voice was raspy, and it was music to my ears.  I love Chris’ voice in the mornings as it is quieter than normal and possesses a hint of sexiness that’s just so him and awakens the butterflies inside me. I continued the exploration of his face before I could find my voice.

“Hi baby”.

“Hi princess”. His right-hand comes from under the duvet and starts tracing my face with his fingers, just like I am doing to him.

“You are not good at following directions, love”

“When it comes to us, I followed my heart, Chris.  You should know that by now”.

He removed his fingers from my face and with both hands rubbed his instead. “What is the time?”

“12:30”

“When did you arrive? Who picked you up from the airport?” asked Chris while fixing the pillows under him, without losing contact with me.

“I took the red eye from La Guardia, and Andrea and Kepa picked me up this morning.  And before you asked, I stayed with them for a few hours to rest prior to coming here”.

“Y/n…”

“Christian…”

Still trying to chase the sleep away from him, Chris sat in bed, back against me.  Slowly he turns and stares at me for a few minutes.  “Why are you here?  I need time to deal with all that is going on and I don’t want you to be a distraction or to be a target for the fans.  Things are out of control at club level, and I don’t need to add more with your presence here”.

Sitting with my legs crossed, I took a deep breath to calm myself before addressing him. I  need to keep myself balanced and my emotions under control.  He is aware of the pain caused by his words, but his demeanor shows no signs of backing away from this.

“Can you listen to me before taking decisions that will affect us deeply, and our possibilities of a future together?”

“Y/n…”

“Can you just listen?  Please”

“Let me take a shower and we can talk in the living room”.

I stared at him and without any further words, removed myself from the bed, opened the bedroom door and exited quietly.  Three steps away from the closed door, I lean against the wall to steady my shaky legs.  I must be stronger than the situation; Chris’ stubbornness is legendary, and I should prepare myself for what is to come.

I headed to the kitchen, and prepared my favorite tea, which was still in the pantry from before.  I lost track of time, simply gazing at the basketball hoop in the backyard, a cup of tea in one hand. But the moment Chris came to the kitchen, I was aware of it. My entire body tingles, it has been like this for a long time, so I just simply turned around and face a showered and cleaned face Christian, leaning slightly against the door frame looking at me like a starve man.

It has been almost two months since we last saw each other face to face. The person in front of me is a shell of the one that was so happy and carefree during the USA matched against El Salvador.  Chris was happy, relaxed, and enjoying the company of teammates, friends, and family. I can’t believe how good he was at covering and hiding things from me.

“Would you like tea or coffee”.

“No, thanks.  I will just get some water”, he said getting into the kitchen and going around me to grab a glass from the cabinet next to me.

“Chris, please talk to me”.

Slowly, he turned around, getting so close to me.  Instead of the warm feeling that I normally associate with it, a coldness took hold of me.

“I don’t want to hurt you or say something that will cause more problems, y/n but I need you to go home.  I need to do this on my own”.

“Let me help you, Chris”.

“How? Do you know how to fix this? Or how can I get more play time on the field? Or to silence the haters?  This club, my childhood dream, is suffocating me.  I don’t need you or my family to help me.  I just need space and time to fix it.  Be worthy again”, and with that he stormed out of the kitchen towards the living room.

My heart shattered.  I gave him a little breathing room before following him.  He was on the couch, head in his hands.  I sat down next to him, trying to put my thoughts in order.

“Christian, I want you to listen.  If, after I talk with you, you still want me gone, I will respect your wishes and give you the space to deal with this situation on your own terms”

.He turns his head around.  I can sense his defenses building up.

“When you asked me to be your girlfriend, a little before the World Cup, our lives were going in opposite directions.  I was worried about the distance, and how things were going to affect us.  I was worried about being hurt by your fans.  But you had an answer for every single one of my fears and concerns.   You told me that together we could do anything, and I believe in that simply because  I believe in you.  I had been in love with Christian, the man, for quite some time, but I am wary of Christian, the footballer”.

“You broke every single one of my walls, and piece by piece made my life a little better, a little brighter.  The night before leaving for your dream of representing your country on the world stage, you took me aside and asked me to trust you, one more time, to give my heart to you with the promise of never break it or cause me pain. You told me that there will be days in which things will get  hard but that together, we could go through them”.

“We had many obstacles, Chris, but that night I made a promise to you. I told you that I will always be there for you, that I will stand by your side, and that together we will navigate the storms that surely will come our way”.

“The more that I am around you, even as we find ourselves separated by distance and our current activities, the more that I love, and the more that my heart is flooded by love for you.  You had made it impossible to live without you”.

Tears started rolling from his and my eyes. I couldn’t continue.  I had laid it all out, and it was his move. I tried to get off the couch, but his hand  was wrapped around my wrist.

“I am so sorry, princess.  I love you so much  and you are right.  We made all those promises, in what feels like a lifetime ago.  I am not a perfect person, but something that I’m sure of is that I have no right to hold you by my side with all the uncertainty that’s surrounding me at this moment.  I will never forgive myself if anything happens to you; that will made the already existing hole inside me, even bigger”.

“Chris, we were friends with no secrets before we started dating. I should not be telling you how important you are, and always will be in my life”.

“As you are mine. In case you didn’t know, you are the reason to keep fighting.  I just feel lost, babe.  I’m falling without a safety net”.

That caused me to catch my breath.  “You are not alone.  But before we can do something about it, I need to ask you an important question.  I will understand and even support, reluctantly, your decision.  What would you like us to do, together, to fix this?  The football part can be revised but your mental health needs to be addressed. I can step away from you if that will help as I want was best for you.

Immediately, Chris shakes his head now.  “I don’t deserve to be with you.  I’m just a complete failure and…

”Kneeling in front of him. I hold his hand, “stop please.  You are not a failure.  Far from it.  Things will get better, and you will silence all your haters. That I know for sure because it is what you do best”.

“And this is one of the many reasons why I love you.  Thank you for believing in me; for being by my side even when I push you away”.

“And that is all that I ask, Chris.  Don’t cast me away. That will destroy me completely.  That will be the fastest way to hurt me”.

Taking me in his arms, he just whispered in my ear “I’m sorry that I hurt you and I making you a solemn promise to be truthful to myself and you for now on.  The best decision I had ever made was the day I listened to my heart and asked you to be mine.  You are my everything, love”.

After a couple of hours talking with one another, we started healing and preparing to tackle the next set of hurdles coming our way.  Chris finally called his parents, assuring them that everything was okay, that I was with him, which his mom already suspected, and that his girlfriend, me, would catch up with them before heading to camp in June for the Nation’s League semi-finals and finals.

Things were not perfect, and his future at Chelsea was still up in the air, but we knew with certainty that working together and talking things out with one another was the key to our success.   

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bts, txt, enhypen, stray kids, ateez, nct, etc:

SMAU -

blurry lines - Taehyun

let's fall in love! - Soobin

Valentine - Taehyun

buy one, take me - Heeseung

for me. - Sunoo

you, me and the moon - Heeseung

loved. - Yeonjun

seesaw - Yeonjun/Soobin

love is (not) easy - Choi line

lo$er - Yeonjun

my sunshine - Lee Know

SMUT - 

SKZ:

Somebody Loved - sub!Seungmin (puppy seungmin)

milk & cookies - Felix

insatiable - sub!Hyunjin

Strawberry Milk - sub!Felix

detention - sub!Han

This is Hwang Hyunjin. - noncon!Hyunjin

BTS:

From Bully To Boy-Toy - Jimin

So fast, baby? - Jungkook

yandere!sub!Jimin

under the table - Jungkook

overstimulation - Jungkook

footjob - sub!Jungkook

Just one more? - Jungkook

Collared - Jungkook

NCT:

Little Angel, Little Devil - NoRenMin x Dom!Reader

Professor!Jaehyun

Relinquish Control - sub!Jeno

all the rage - nerd!Dom!Mark

TXT:

dumb bunny - sub!Soobin

Hatefuck - sub!Soobin

TXT AS CAMBOYS

sub!Soobin

Yeonjun x Reader

bulge kink!Soobin

perv bff!Taehyun

Adrenaline Rush - Beomgyu

feel good - Beomgyu

Devil By The Window - Beomgyu

dry humping - Soobin

obsessed bully beomgyu

beside - sub!Soobin

boyfriend - sub!Beomgyu

Camboy - sub!Hueningkai

Service top!Soobin

feel good -sub!Beomgyu

Enhypen:

The Laundromat - Heeseung

Pain Slut - sub!Sunghoon

stupid puppy - sub!Jake

what’s wrong with you two? - sub!Jake + sub!Heeseung

CREEP - Heeseung

Sicko - perv!Heeseung

kinktober day 6 - sensory deprivation - sub!Heeseung

perv sub!Heeseung x reader thoughts

surprise kitty - sub!Jay

blessed cursed - dom!Heeseung dom!Sunghoon

blessed. - possessive!Heeseung

don’t be loud - Heeseung

ATEEZ:

wanna make master cum - sub!San

February Filth Fest Day 7 - sub!Wooyoung

Cheating/Creampie - San

Use it. - sub!Mingi

Thoughts:

30 secs in heaven - sub!Hyunjae

Packed Train

CNC Train

New Prince

Smut/Angst -

bunny adventures - hybrid!Jungkook

Take It! - TaeGyu (TXT)

LIKE YOU - Yeonjun

Ruin Me, Pretty Please? - Jungkook ft Jimin

Comfortable? - student!Heeseung

love me - sub!Beomgyu

Fluff/Angst -

The Ditz with a Credit Card - Taehyun

classic clichés - Beomgyu

indifference - Soobin

Wisteria - Hueningkai

be my backyard boy! - Jake

Only Human - Mingi

the only exception - Beomgyu

4:03 pm - Jaehyun

Wanna Be Yours - Heeseung

Cold Hands - Unspecified

Fluff -

first impressions matter - Jay

B. Material - Beomgyu

09:23 pm - Soobin

soft, gentle, brilliant - Niki

when did that happen? - Jungwon

Other - 

[lajulie24]

Han/Leia Appreciation Week 2023 (hosted by @hanleiacelebration )

Day 6 - AU / Canon Divergence

A Girl in Trouble (Is a Temporary Thing) by @lajulie24

It was the perfect plan, Leia thought. Best idea she'd ever had. One night of passion, and she could get Han (and her feelings for him) out of her system, before he had to go.

Unwittingly producing a potential host for a Sith lord was definitely NOT part of the plan.

A brief excerpt from upcoming Chapter 5….

The Little Jedi had returned from the Falcon, and the Little Princess had asked for them to speak alone for a few minutes. Jedi business, most likely, but it gave Chewbacca an opportunity to talk with Cub and check on how he and his girlcub were faring, so he left them to it.

Despite the bassinet they’d left in the room, Cub was still holding the baby in his arms, facing him, speaking to her in the softest tones Chewbacca had ever heard him use. Based on what he was hearing, Cub appeared to be telling the story of their attempt to rescue the Little Princess on the Death Star.

“It smelled real bad, but when your mom says ‘jump’ it’s usually a good idea, so I jumped,” Cub explained.

[I do not believe you agreed it was a good idea at the time], Chewbacca chuckled softly, and Cub startled a bit, then recovered.

“Hey, you tell ‘er your version, I’ll tell ‘er mine,” Cub said with a grin.

[I was right], Chewbacca reminded him. [You will be a good father, even if this was unexpected.]

Cub gave him a skeptical look, eyebrow raised. “Better not get cocky just yet,” he said. “It’s been like three hours.”

[Four], Chewbacca corrected.

“Well, the charm ain’t gonna last forever,” Cub said. “She’s gonna get hungry or somethin’ pretty soo—aw, no, I didn’t mean now…” he soothed, as the baby began to squirm and fuss.

[denapatiskenihilist]

jeg har adopteret en utrolig sød skægagame, Svend. Ligesom noodle-baby Alfred kommer han ikke fra de mest optimale omstændigheder… tværtimod. I dag var jeg ved at give Svend et bad, som han med tiden har accepteret. Min mistanke er, at han har haft problemer med hamskifte grundet 0 bad/fugt. Derudover har han manglet vitaminer, især i form af UVA/B-lys. Men!!!! I dag fandt den lille Svend sig tilrette, og tillod sig at lukke øjnene i sit bad. En lille lur blev det faktisk til, imens jeg forsigtigt hældte vand over hans ryg. Jeg endte med at tude lidt, da det var sådan et vidunderligt øjeblik af tillid og kærlighed. Normalt tager han første mulighed for at være færdig med sit bad, men i dag nød han det virkelig og ville ikke op igen. Alle dyr fortjener altid det bedste

+ noodle boy Alfred har fået nyt og endnu større terrarie. Han har været aktiv lige siden det blev sat op i dag, og er ufattelig glad for sine nye kravle-muligheder.

Hunde-mor og reptil-mor er et privilegie at kunne kalde sig selv. intet sted er der mere ro end omkring mine elskelige dyr. AAAAaaaaa

[tblsomedoodles]

The reason turtle shells take so long to heal is primarily due to their slow metabolism and while I couldn't find any information myself on spiny slftshells I did discover o er that they tend to be more prone to lacerations and the like so kts likely thay because their shell is made up of a thick, rubbery skin and the han DNA to offset the low metabolism Dee's shell would heal faster than what's considered normal, especially ially if you consider the fact Draxum had biologically engineered them and had likely taken Dee's natural vulnerability into account to give him a faster healing rate so that in the event his perfect soldier was ever injured to the point of being benched he won't have to wait long. Likely the only reason it wouldn't be healed when Leo returns from his trip is because of the severe infection

oh thank you for that info!

b/c yea, if Draxum had thought to biologically engineer them to make sure they didn't end up physically slow, of course he's going to want to insure their healing isn't slow either.

With that being said, i'll retcon a bit. i don't think Dee's infection would be quite that severe so it is probably healed by then. Though i think they'd still like to keep the fresh scars covered, if only so Dee doesn't have to see it all the time.

Thank you again!

The Donatellos are all fully ecstatic about this and are fully geeking out with each other (even though one of them is like 8 and doesn't quite understand a lot of the science.)

Meanwhile 12 Raph, having just heard why Dee is there, is about 2 seconds away from hunting down a mutant cat on the kid's behalf. Raph has never met this kid in his life, but he's an alternate version of his brother, and no one messes with his brothers, especially tiny baby brothers.

Thank you!

lol yup! what makes it even funnier? Raphie still doesn't want the 12 boys around (he doesn't want to risk unknown mutants around his kid no mater which version.) Dee just didn't hear that conversation when he walks in, sees 4 misplaced turtles who are younger than his pops, and jumps to conclusions lol.

And Raphie's brothers definitely thought it was hilarious. 12 boys were just confused lol.

Thank you!

Not sure what else to say about it. Like i'm pretty sure it's slightly decorated. Maybe a few paintings or pictures (It's his spot so though he's allowed Mikey to decorate it slightly, he doesn't really want anyone else there so there's not much art from him on the walls.) No furniture or anything, he doesn't want it to disturb the echoy-ness of the tunnel so he keeps it empty.

again not sure what else to say about it.

Thank yoU!