#I am shocked at the majority answer

[darcyolsson]

Wait i just realized you said they will meet Will. And yea I totally agree with you. The only way i will be happy about is if its just a temporary reunion like they talk to his dead spirit or something for a little bit before they have to separate again. I definitevly dont want will to come back to life, many characters have done that allready and he had a long fulfilling life. Of possible dead characters to come back to life he is one of the ones i want to come back least

YEAHHHH I think his ghost showing up in a dramatic moment might be okay but even then....... I do not want him to be there like rip to jem and tessa but I'm different 💛 will had his ending, and I think what makes tid the strongest tsc series is the bittersweetness of it all so pulling an uno reverse card on that more than a decade after it's ended is kind of my personal nightmare. I've heard people theorise that jem & tessa might die and that they meet him in the afterlife which tbh. very unlikely but as someones whos a massive fan of jem & tessa and wants them to be as happy as possible I would massively prefer that over will coming back to life. let some heads roll cassandra I want to cry again like I did at the cp2 epilogue

[niningtori]

mad about you | oneshot

pairing: choi beomgyu x you, delusions of kang taehyun x you

summary: beomgyu is not only a spoiled, rich asshole whose whole life has been served to him on a silver platter, but he's also your student council vice president. things finally come to a head on your final trip as college students, but not in the way you would expect. or, beomgyu catches you, the student council president, smoking weed and tries to blackmail you for it

genre: romance, angst (only a tiny bit...? shocking i know), fluff (kinda...? shocking i know), SMUT (MDNI!!!), sub!idol, beomgyu enemies to lovers

warnings: bad writing, not proofread at all, smut (MDNI!!!), sub!gyu LMAOOOO, marijuana, dirty talk, praise, handjobs, oral (m. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, lmk if i missed anything!

word count: 7.1k

notes: please... this took MONTHS for me to write i fear i am the worst request taker on moablr. this was really difficult for me to complete but alas... it is done. if you hate it, my fault! just please don't bully me i've got enough shit going on in my life rn 💀 i hate it too but that's okay!

being a straight-a student is hard. being the student government president? even harder. being both? hell on earth. but now, in your senior year of college, you’ve finally managed to get it down to a science. things run relatively smoothly, which is due in no small part to the blood, sweat, and tears you’ve put in to make the student body happy, never mind the lengths you've gone to for the faculty. you can confidently say you can cope with nearly every trial and tribulation that comes your way with a smile on your face. well, except for one recurring disaster: beomgyu.

at first, he was nothing more to you than a pest buzzing around for no real purpose other than to mildly annoy you. it was strange because he seemed normal at first, but then he would pick on your looks, every time you made a mistake in class, and even how you happened to wear your hair that day. this was annoying and, well, hurtful. still, it was of no real consequence, so you were able to ignore him when that was the case, but now you know better than to underestimate just how disastrous beomgyu’s presence can be. as the student government vice president, he should be your first and most trusted ally, but he’s nothing short of, for lack of a better term, a major asshole deadset on making your life even more difficult than it already is for reasons unknown to you.

you think it may be because you would have probably beaten him for the actual president’s chair, which led him to run for vice president, instead. you don’t know why he minds this, though, because he couldn’t seem to care less about the council, not to mention school in general. it’s not that he gets bad grades, because he doesn’t. in fact, when he gets called on in class, he always gets the answer right even when he clearly wasn’t paying any attention. still, you work twice as hard as anyone else and yet your grades are only rivaled by his own. even taehyun, your (probably unrequited) crush, can’t help but be beaten by beomgyu as if the hand of god itself smacks down on everyone else every time you all take a test. 

getting good grades should be an admirable thing, right? it helps with potential internships and jobs and all that, but the thing is: beomgyu doesn't need any of it. even if he fails all of his classes, he's set for life as the son of a formidable CEO of a company whose profits are more than you could ever dream of attaining. there is absolutely no doubt that beomgyu will succeed him, and there is even less doubt that he'll undeniably be very, very good at it. what’s worse is that even if he failed to meet expectations, he’d still get the position, anyway. 

that, in comparison with your family’s laughable financial circumstances, would be enough to make you secretly hate the boy just on principle; but jealousy is ugly, no doubt, so you’ve kept your feelings to yourself. you would have fallen into a pit of self-loathing and guilt had beomgyu actually been kind, and you may have even grown to like him if that were the case, but no. beomgyu is not kind. he’s a total prick. you see it in his smug little smile when the test papers get handed back and he annihilates everyone — other than you — in class, especially taehyun. you see it in the smirks he sends you when you catch him making out with whoever his new girlfriend of the week happens to be, and in the way he openly mocks you by calling you a prude in front of the entire student population. and most importantly, you see it in the way he watches you struggle to stay afloat while he cruises on by without a care in the world.

-

honestly? beomgyu knows better than to bully the girl he has a crush on just because he wants her attention, but who told you to make it so damn hard on him? it’s not like he didn’t consider being nice at first, but your aloofness to his charms only caused him to believe that he was nearly invisible to you, and he simply wouldn't stand for that. naturally, the best course of action was to get you to hate him — at least that means you’re actually paying attention to him. that’s what he tells himself as he’s sticking one of his spindly legs out as you walk past him, effectively tripping you in the process and making the entire class erupt into laughter. your nostrils flare as your head whips up to meet his condescending gaze. once again, your eyes are completely on him. check and mate.

that's what it feels like, at least, until you’re hurriedly pulled up by a concerned taehyun and he’s frantically asking if you’re alright while fixing up your (now) fucked up hair. your eyes, which were just brimming with anger and contempt for him, are now overflowing with lovesickness and infatuation for the other boy. well, never mind about the whole “checkmate” thing, it’s like beomgyu doesn’t even exist in the same world as you anymore.

-

“you need to relax,” taehyun says, gently closing the notebook in front of you and sliding over a few of your favorite snacks. 

“th-thank you, tyun,” you reply, shyly. he grins when he sees he’s succeeded in distracting you.

“no problem, we wouldn’t want that pretty little head of yours to break from thinking too much, now would we?” he teases. you feel heat rushing to your cheeks at his words. he doesn’t really mean them, he never does, but that doesn’t stop your heart from racing when he says things like this to you. 

having a crush on taehyun is only natural. that’s what you tell yourself, but the way you have a shrine dedicated to notes he’s passed you and polaroids you’ve taken together sitting prettily in your room is most definitely unnatural. he doesn’t need to know about that, though.

“my head’s not going to break,” you huff with a playful roll of your eyes. “i just need to finish outlining the major stops on the trip and i’ll be done, i promise.” 

it’s true that all you have to do is outline where you’re going to stop on the council’s senior trip, which doesn’t sound like a big deal in theory, but in actuality, you have to clear each stop with the faculty and make sure you stay within the budget in spite of beomgyu’s insufferable attempts to exceed it. he’s made light of the finances and talked up special events to the rest of the council members, even taehyun. you tried to snuff out these suggestions with realistic arguments about how expensive it will be, but his response was to call you a killjoy. simple and straightforward, but effective, nonetheless. everyone, even taehyun, was so excited to try everything he hyped up, so how could you say no when taehyun turned to you, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and practically begged you to relent? you, unfortunately, didn’t and don’t have the heart to deny him, so you caved, and now you’re stuck trying to figure it all out. 

“you promise?” taehyun asks, snapping you out of your spiral, with his cute cat-like fangs showing ever so slightly.

“i promise,” you nod and he cheers triumphantly. again, you can’t help but feel your cheeks warm, and you’d bask in the moment if your gaze didn’t happen to catch beomgyu’s scrutinizing one at this very moment. he looks at you like he’s watching a monkey putting on a show, and your happiness is instantly replaced with a sense of embarrassment. you’ve never told a single soul about your feelings for taehyun, but eerily enough, beomgyu seems to know something the rest of the world does not. he seems well aware of your deepest secret. why he doesn’t just expose you in order to humiliate you, you have no idea, but you do know you don't like how much he knows.

-

you really, really shouldn’t be doing this. and certainly not here, of all places, but you just can’t help it. smoking weed is terrible for you, and you of all people should know, seeing as how you led a presentation on its ill effects in front of the entire student body in your freshman year. but it’s hard to truly care when you’re wound so tightly you feel like you’re about to burst. 

beomgyu is getting his way again, as always, and you’re worried about having to make yet another last minute change to your trip’s itinerary for tomorrow because he called today’s stop boring, which led to the rest of the council silently agreeing. so here you sit on the top of the hotel building as the rest of the group are out sightseeing, taking a long, lung-scorching drag from the blunt in between your fingers. 

“didn’t take you for the smoking type, madame president,” a voice cuts in from out of nowhere. beomgyu. fuck. 

you try to keep your cool, but you end up choking on the smoke as you hurriedly go to flick the blunt away, but beomgyu’s hand grabs your wrist before you can quite make it there. his touch feels like a brand searing itself into your skin, but you’re too overstimulated to notice. 

“i didn’t tell you you had to stop,” he muses condescendingly as you rip your wrist away from his grasp. he winces. you don't catch it. instead, you can’t help but roll your eyes at the presumption that he has the power to tell you to do anything.

“i’m not one of your little minions,” you snap in spite of yourself. “quit acting like you can boss me around.” 

“is that so?” he questions, not without an air of smugness. alarm bells blare in your ears as you try to sniff out where his confidence is coming from. sure, he caught you smoking, but it’s your word against his. that’s right, there’s no need to be scared. if he says anything at all, you can just feign innocence and say you were the one who caught him sneaking out to smoke.

“yep,” you answer with a grin at your new plan, popping the “p” with the same obnoxiousness he usually terrorizes you with. you’re no match for him in terms of popularity, but you will never lose to him when it comes to credibility.

“you’re not afraid that i’ll snitch on you? you’re not scared of me telling everyone how little-miss-perfect spends her alone time?” 

“you can try,” you reply with a shrug. he’s silent for a few moments, as if he’s in deep thought. 

“you know what? you’re right,” he concedes with a sigh, and shockingly so. the beomgyu you know and loathe would never give up that easily. “you don’t have to listen to what i say. nobody would believe me over you, right?” 

you eye him suspiciously before giving a slight nod.

“and most times, you would be absolutely right. like, just imagine if i told them you faked being sick and flaking on everyone else just so you could get high. nobody would believe me. i wouldn’t even believe me,” he continues. you have no idea why he’s going on and on about this, but you don’t like it. 

“what the hell are you playing at?” you ask through clenched teeth. 

“i mean, i’m just saying that nobody would believe me. not unless i showed them something like, i don’t know, this?” he says with a grin, holding up his phone and showing you an alarmingly high resolution photo of you taking a hit of your blunt. your eyes widen in sheer horror and you immediately jump to try to retrieve his phone from his hands, but beomgyu is quicker. he tauntingly holds it up in the air with one arm and stops you from coming any closer with the other. you try to jump to reach it, but you’re no match for his stature and long limbs. damn him for being so fucking tall.

“delete it!” you shriek, but all he does is click his tongue and shake his head like the insufferable asshole he is. 

“oh, sure,” he says nonchalantly. your eyes widen even further as he lowers his phone and fiddles with the screen, still keeping you at arm’s length so you’re helpless to grab it for yourself.

“r-really?” you ask incredulously, sincerely taken aback by his compliance. stupid, stupid you. he tuts in response.

“you don’t really think i’ll make it that easy, do you?”

“fine,” you relent, jaw tense and eyebrows furrowed in an almost comically exaggerated way. “what the hell do you want from me?”

“nothing much, just lemme smoke with you,” he answers with a lopsided grin, showcasing a dimple in his cheek you had never noticed until now.

“w-what?” you ask dazedly. 

“god, you’re slow,” he tells you with a roll of his eyes. “smoke with me and i’ll delete the picture. i won’t even mention it again.” 

“are you being serious?” you whisper. 

“dead serious,” he smirks. 

“... fine,” you find yourself relenting, yet again. you don’t know if you necessarily trust him to actually follow through with his words, but what choice do you have? why he wants to smoke with you, you have no idea, but if it gets him to keep his mouth shut, then you really can’t ask for much more than that.

you sigh and take a seat, walking over near the entrance of the rooftop and propping yourself up against the concrete wall behind you. surprisingly, he stays planted in the same spot as if he didn’t hear you. you pat the ground next to you impatiently in light of his hesitation. he snaps out of his daze as he sits next to you so tentatively it’s like you’re a stray cat he’s afraid to scare off. well, good. it’s best for him not to get too comfortable around you. you hate the guy, after all.

you take another deep inhale and he watches you with a gaze that can only be described as lovesick, but you’re too preoccupied to pick up on it. when you exhale, you find yourself starting to pass the blunt over to beomgyu before thinking better of it. 

“wait,” you say, pulling your hand back before he can grip the blunt. 

“what?” he asks, genuinely confused.

“am i gonna catch something from you if we share this?” 

“oh, fuck you,” he grunts, effectively snatching the blunt back and putting it to his lips.

“it’s a real question! i’ve seen the girls you mess around with, and i’m not trying to catch anything from you!” 

“i’m careful,” he argues with a roll of his eyes. “a lot more careful than you think.” you pout at his reaction, but for some reason, you believe his words. 

“if i catch anything, it's on you,” you reply, hackles still raised. shockingly, he doesn't press the matter any more than that. 

“... so,” he says after exhaling a deep drag. 

“so what?” you ask. 

“so why are you out here smoking instead of going out with everyone else?”

“do you seriously think you have the right to ask me that?” you scoff. there’s no way in hell beomgyu is trying to get you to be vulnerable right now.

on beomgyu’s end, he can’t help but feel slighted, even though your reaction is definitely his fault on account of how he essentially antagonizes you at every given opportunity. 

“i’m just saying that it’s weird how you’re here instead of, you know, actually enjoying the trip.” 

“oh, please. as if there was gonna be any possible way for me to have fun on this fucking thing,” you bitterly reply. 

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he asks without any malice, but with genuine curiosity.

truly, honestly, sincerely, you do not know why you say your next words. maybe it’s because you’re high, or maybe it’s because you need to tell someone — anyone — how you really feel, for once. all you really know is: you can’t stop yourself.

“i mean, how could i possibly enjoy myself when i’m left to figure everything out on my own? everyone only cares about having fun with no actual idea how we’ll do it while realistically staying within the budget and our timeline, and my vice president is deadweight, so it’s not like he’ll help,” you complain, taking a jab at beomgyu in light of your waning self control. you’re prepared to verbally spar with him after that last comment, but he surprises you.

“is that how you really feel?” he asks.

“yeah, it is,” you tell him. “that’s how i always feel,” you can’t help but add, more to yourself and less to him, but he hears you, anyway. 

“i’m sorry.” you whip your head around to make sure you’re not having some sort of auditory hallucination. did beomgyu just apologize to you? it can’t be. there’s no earthly way.

“i’m sorry. i really am,” he repeats. your whole world feels like it’s thrown off of its axis when you see how somber and genuinely apologetic he looks. 

“it’s… it’s fine,” is all you can really muster up the words to say. 

“no, it’s not. i’ll help you as much as i can, i swear,” he earnestly insists. you nod in bewilderment at his earnestness — feeling too awkward to do much else.

things are quiet for the next few minutes while you two are passing the blunt back and forth. beomgyu can feel the high finally hitting him in full force, and it takes every brain cell within his clouded mind (as well as every ounce of his courage) to finally get out his next sentence. 

“why him?” he mumbles so lowly, you don’t quite catch his words. 

“what?” you lazily ask. 

“why taehyun?” once again, you find yourself choking on the smoke. god, you’ve really got to get a grip and stop letting beomgyu surprise you — your lungs would thank you for it.

“w-what do you mean?” well, you always knew that beomgyu knows about your feelings for taehyun, but hearing him directly ask about them is enough to throw you off.

“i mean, why do you like him?” he asks, devoid of all the confidence he usually oozes. 

“what’s not to like?” you say offhandedly. if you cared enough to pay attention to his reaction, you’d see how he withers at your words. even more so when you continue.

“he’s really, really funny. plus, he’s handsome. not to mention smart and —” 

“so what? i’m all of those things,” beomgyu interrupts, irritation bitterly lacing every edge of his words. “and if you call him smart, anybody can be.” oh hell no. you’re so indignant at him calling taehyun stupid, you don’t even catch beomgyu’s childlike envy towards him, let alone why he feels it.

“just because his grades don’t compare to yours, doesn’t mean he’s stupid,” you argue.

“then what does it mean?” he asks with a roll of his eyes at your obvious bias for the other boy.

“it… it just means that he’s —” 

“a real genius. yeah, i’m sure you think so,” he snarks.

“what the hell is that supposed to mean?!” you snap, despite your better judgment to just let it roll off of your back. if he were talking about you, you may very well have done so, but this is taehyun he’s talking about. your taehyun. 

“it means he can’t compare to me,” he says, more as means to convince himself rather than convince you, but you’re so angry, you don’t even notice.

“and what makes you think you’re so goddamn special?” you ask, sarcasm absolutely dripping out of your voice. 

“i’m funnier, hotter, smarter, richer. how can he compare to me?” he snorts. if someone were to ask you why you feel so defensive at this moment, you would be unable to say why, but if you had to guess, you’d say it’s because taehyun is so good it’s impossible to see him any other way. your frustration builds up, hotter and hotter in your chest until you’re on the brink of exploding.

“you say that, but he will always be something you’re not,” you spit.

“and what, pray tell, might that be?” he cockily challenges.

“nice,” you say with conviction, and it may be cheesy, but you mean it. “he is really, really fucking nice and considerate. that’s why i like him.” well, that one went straight to his gut.

“i can be nice!” he exclaims. “i tried to be nice, but you just didn’t care! it was like i was invisible to you!” all you can do is stare, but he’s not finished. “you act like you’re some fucking angel, but i saw the way you looked at me like i’m some stupid, rich asshole who isn’t worth a damn.” 

finally, you realize that something is wrong. 

“beomgyu, why do you even care about what i think about you?” he doesn’t give a fuck about what you have to say in any other context, today’s example being only the latest in the litany of times where he’s shown you that exact sentiment. 

at this, he’s silent, which you truly did not anticipate in lieu of his tirade mere moments ago. you take a good look at the boy, and you finally register that the tips of his ears are a bright red under the fluorescence of the lone light shining next to the doorway. 

“i just… i always care about what you think,” he mumbles, face growing redder and redder under your scrutinizing stare as he breaks eye contact with you.

“you could’ve fooled me,” you snort. “you’re always undermining everything i say and do. it’s almost like you’re doing it on… purpose…” you trail off, puzzle pieces finally fitting together in a way you would never suspect. 

“beomgyu?” you ask.

“mm?” he murmurs, still refusing to make eye contact. 

“do you… do you like me?” and the question sounds so silly you can’t believe you even asked it. this guy fucking hates you, you’re sure of it, but you grow less and less sure of this sentiment with every moment he hesitates to answer.

“... yeah. yeah, i do. but so what? you don’t even care,” he mopes, and just like that, everything makes sense. his teasing, his contrarian nature, and his obnoxiousness are just part of his ruse. he’s just like a child begging for attention by acting out, but to what end? just so you’ll pay attention to him? well, he was on the money when he said you didn’t like him even when he tried to be kind, so maybe, in his own sick little way, he was right. 

but that doesn’t mean you don't feel completely blindsided by this revelation. 

“what the hell?” is all you can manage to say.

“shut up!” he demands with no real heat to it, just embarrassment. 

“i… i can’t believe your solution was to be an asshole,” you say incredulously. “if you had just been nice, or even just normal, i would have warmed up to you. i know i was being childish, but goddamn, you’re worse.” 

if he was blushing before, and he was, he’s absolutely blood red now. 

“i-it’s your fault for being so judgmental!” he sputters, but even you know he’s just grasping at straws. it all makes the worst kind of sense to you now, and you’re very much shocked at how oblivious you were mere moments ago.

“i can't believe this,” you whisper, bringing your hands up to your temples in an effort to straighten everything out in your muddled head. “you hate me.” 

“you’re so dramatic,” he huffs with a roll of his eyes, which would convincingly come across as disdainful, if only his words weren’t so shaky and unsure.

you take a good look at him now, and he can feel it. he’s a very handsome guy, and he knows it, but he can’t help but feel vulnerable. he clears his throat and straightens up his posture when he thinks that you may be comparing him to taehyun... you are not.

none of his actions escape you, which is a far cry from what usually happens, but now that you've discovered his true feelings, it’s almost impossible not to catch his tells; you even wonder how you missed them. his awkward handling of the situation is endearing, in a way. you like watching him squirm, which you realize must be the way he felt about you all those times he teased you. it just makes you wanna push him more.

you’re not exactly known for your impulsivity. in fact, you’re known for the exact opposite. you take things slowly, steadily. you plan every minute detail in consideration of every possible outcome, but as for right now? right now, as you sit and watch beomgyu pout, you just want to let go and do what you really want, and what you really want is to watch him break.

you grab his face with your hands and turn it towards you, and he scowls for just a moment before blinking his big, reddened eyes in curiosity at your unreadable gaze.

“w-what are you doing?” he asks, too exhilarated by your touch to think about batting you away.

this is a bad idea — a horrible one, even — but that does nothing to deter you. how can it when his skin on your palms makes it feel like there's pure electricity thrumming through your bones? fuck it, might as well.

you don’t realize it yourself, but you look incredibly focused as you pull him in, his lips meeting yours. you’d think with the shock he must feel that he’d be taken aback for a second, but beomgyu, as always,   does not abide by your rules. he immediately grabs your face and presses his lips even harder against yours. you’re surprised at how much heat is behind it — how much frustration.

it’s incredibly interesting to watch his reactions as you kiss him, which would be weird, but he’s far too engrossed in this newfound pleasure to notice your stare. his eyes are shut, but they tremble with every passing second, making his long eyelashes quiver. you never noticed how long they are before now. you chalk up the swiping of your tongue against his chapped lips to sheerly wanting to study his reaction, and oh man, it does not disappoint. he whines against your mouth, eyebrows furrowed like he’s pleading for something. you want to find out what that something is. cruelly, you take his bottom lip between your teeth and lightly bite. he whines even louder, his eyes fluttering open, and he pulls away and says his next words in a tinny voice.

“c-can i touch you?” he pants, forehead pressed against yours, lips cherry red.

“no,” you say with a smile against his mouth. he would whine again if he could, but he can’t quite do it at the moment, not when your hands have moved from his cheeks in order to explore the rest of him. you curiously run your fingers through his long, silky hair, and he can’t help but moan when you experimentally tug at it. it’s breathy and light, and you’re intrigued, to say the very least. 

you don’t have the most experience in the world when it comes to the, uh, matters between men and women, but you are a fast learner by nature, so it takes no time at all to figure out where he likes to be touched. his lips, obviously, and his hair. his ears, so flushed and pink and cute, must be particularly sensitive, and you test this hypothesis by dragging your teeth along his earlobe. he lets out a loud, broken moan when you do, and anyone else in the world would have been embarrassed by making such a noise, but not beomgyu. he’s so pretty and pliable underneath your touch, which feels so tantalizing that all shame escapes him.

“do you like that, beomie?” you whisper teasingly, employing a nickname you’ve heard from a few of his ex-flings, and another strangled cry leaves his pouty lips when he feels your breath touch his ear. 

“mhmm, i like it! like it so much, princess,” he babbles, eyes screwed shut as you trail your lips from his ear to his unblemished neck. 

“princess?” you can’t help but question. “where’d that come from?” 

“think about calling you that all the time,” he moans as you suck on a previously unmarred patch of skin on his neck. “think about you all the time.” 

“and what do you think, beomie?” you whisper encouragingly, as if he’s a stupid boy just on the precipice of understanding a laughably simple concept.

“th-think about how much i wanna fuck you,” he admits. “h-how much i want to fill you up, make you m-mine.” honest to god, your panties were already feeling a little sticky just from teasing him alone, but his words make your core heat up tenfold. you shift your legs while trying to make yourself more comfortable, but you fail miserably.

“you’re delusional,” you snort, as you pull away from him, but his lips try to chase yours before you lightly push him away.

“i’m not! i-i jus’ wanna make you feel good,” he slurs, and oh god, you simply can’t be saved.

“well, wanna make your delusions reality?” you can’t help but ask before you can think better of it, but when you see how his eyes light up in hope and pure, primal lust, you realize you don’t regret it.

-

the walk to his hotel room is silent, so unbearably silent that you can’t help but second-guess yourself. are you really gonna do this with beomgyu of all people? but it’s been so long since you’ve let go, who will it hurt just to have fun for once? maybe you, probably you, but who cares? it can't be any worse than it is now. besides, you're graduating soon. if things go as badly as you’re pretty sure they will, you’ll never have to see beomgyu again after the fact. plus, things really can’t seem to get any more embarrassing than the humiliation ritual you put yourself through every day that you spend pining after taehyun.

and so, you enter his hotel room, which is easily double the size of yours (sans a roommate, no less) with a look of determination. beomgyu completely misses it, though, as he shuts the door behind you and immediately tugs you towards his bed, quick to rekindle the atmosphere you two had on the rooftop. surprisingly, it’s not hard to do so when he’s back to kissing you so desperately it’s like you’re his lifeline.

he impatiently swipes his tongue across your lips, mirroring what you did earlier, silently asking for entry. you oblige. he groans at the feeling of your warm tongue brushing against his own, savoring the way you taste, which yes, does have notes of weed, but there’s something sweet in there, too. something he’s only ever fantasized about with his hand down his pants.

one of your hands is currently tangled in his hair, just the way he likes it, while the other one exploratorily finds its way down his lithe body. you’ve never done what you do next before, but he seems so incredibly sensitive, it feels like a matter of course to put your hand up his shirt and tweak one of his hardened nipples. he lets out a strangled cry, which only makes you certain that you’ve done the right thing. 

“is it good, beomie? is it everything you wanted it to be?” you tease. he nods like an idiot.

“y-yes, even better,” he moans. “feels s-so good.” 

in the dim lighting of his hotel room, you can see that he means it as the tent in his pants gets harder and harder to ignore. the poor thing is so wound up by your caresses that he may just cum untouched, anyway, but what fun would that be? so, before you can think too much about it, you palm him through his jeans. 

“ah!” he cries, eyebrows furrowed. you palm him again, rougher this time, and just like clockwork, he cries even louder.

“want me to keep going?” you ask, studying and soaking up every reaction of his. all he can do is nod.

he unzips his pants and he’s all too willing to help you slide them off of him, tossing them on the floor before hurriedly grabbing one of your hands to meet his barely clothed bulge. it’s big, because it’s beomgyu and of fucking course it is. as if he needed another reason to be conceited. 

it doesn’t seem like he’s very conceited, though, as he moans like a whore at you hooking your fingers under his waistband and tugging his boxers off of him. his cock is very obviously leaking, and it’s as bright red as his ears were earlier, completely flushed with beads of precum drooling off of it. there are angry veins running up the sides of it, which sounds gross, in theory, but you can’t help but feel like they make it even prettier. you gulp when you imagine how they’ll feel when they’re dragging in and out of your pussy.

“don’t stare!” he says, breaking you out of your reverie. honestly? he knows it’s pretty, just like every other part of him, but he feels incredibly scrutinized under your gaze. you don’t listen, still very much staring as you take your thumb and experimentally swipe it over his thick, reddened tip. then again. then again.

“s-stop teasing me, please,” he whimpers, but you’re so enamored with his reactions you can’t help yourself. you spit on your hand and grab the base of his cock, which is no small feat considering how thick it is, and you give it a harsh tug. he bites his bottom lip to try to stifle his moans as you start to jerk him off, applying pressure exactly where he needs it most, but he quickly gives up on being quiet when you bend over and lick his tip. he tastes salty, but not unbearably so, and in a way, he’s almost sweet. that could just be your imagination, though.

beomgyu is no longer trying to bite back his moans, but he's stuck in another dilemma: he can't seem to unscrew his eyes for long enough to fully appreciate the sight before him. one of your hands is gripping the muscle of his thigh as leverage while the other aids in squeezing and pulling the parts of him you can’t quite fit in your mouth. you’re not looking at him, which would normally be disappointing, but it’s impossible to be anything less than satisfied when you’re hollowing on your cheeks to suck on him even harder. you take your hand from his dick and ghost your fingers over his balls, and he has to push you off of him so he doesn’t blow his load right then and there.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, wiping some spit and precum off of your lips. he’s enchanted by the way your lips are swollen from sucking on him, so much so that he almost forgets to answer.

“‘m gonna c-cum,” he says shyly.

“and?” 

“i don’t want to yet. i wanna make you feel good, too,” he argues petulantly.

“oh? is that what you do in your dreams? you make me feel good? i’m surprised, i figured you’d like me to do all the work and —” 

“shut up!” he hisses, and you can’t help but laugh. 

“let me eat you out,” he offers, trying to distract you from his evident embarrassment. it’s tempting, very tempting, indeed, but you’re so hot and bothered that you kind of just want to get to the main event. especially since you just know it’ll feel good to finally have him inside of you. it’s been so long since you’ve been with somebody, after all. 

“no, thanks. do you have a condom?” you ask, ignoring his suggestion, and he’d be humiliated if only your question wasn’t so damn exciting.

“n-no…” he stammers. your face falls for a second before he rushes to get out his next words. “b-but i can pull out!” 

“sorry, this was fun and all, but i’m not letting you fuck me without protection.”

“please?” he begs. “i’m clean, i swear! i told you i’m more careful than you think. i really don’t sleep around that much, honestly,” he admits. 

“what?” you ask, genuinely bewildered before calling his bluff. “bullshit. i see you with a new girl all the fucking time. quit lying.” 

“i’m not! i promise — i promise — i don’t sleep around a lot. i only act like i do ‘cause of you!” 

“because of me?” and it actually makes sense when you think about it. he acts out, bullies you, and pretends he’s involved with a lot more girls than he actually is just to try to get you to look his way. oh man, what are you gonna do with him? 

“you’re so pathetic,” you sneer before hiking up your skirt and mounting him. 

“w-what are you —” 

“shut up before i change my mind,” you spit. and just like magic, his mouth is snapped shut.

you start by rubbing your clothed pussy against his bare cock. your slick has already ruined the fabric beyond salvation, so you don’t really mind ruining it some more. beomgyu is absolutely in awe at your actions, rutting against you feverishly. he’s greedy, if nothing else, so he impatiently moves your soaked panties to the side and tries to seek relief in your warm hole. you let him grab your hips as he tries to ease himself into you, but he’s stunned at the resistance he’s met with as he tries to push himself in. 

“s-so tight,” he groans as his fat cock breaches the tight rim of your pussy. the muscles contract as they stretch to accommodate his widened tip. 

you were right about how good you anticipated the feeling of his veins scraping against your insides would be, and you revel in it as you sink down inch by scorching inch. beomgyu, on his end, looks absolutely devastated as you slowly take him in. his mouth is twisted open in a silent scream, and his eyes are watery, tears threatening to spill over at any moment. when your ass finally meets his hips, you can feel his length pulsating all the way up to your cervix. it’s a snug fit, too, and it takes everything in him not to hump you like a fucking dog. 

slowly, you raise yourself up again, almost completely off of him, before slamming yourself back down. then again. then again. he whimpers when you do it, grabbing your hips to help steady you as you ride him for everything that he’s worth. he’s enraptured as your breasts bounce with each movement, and he can’t help himself now — he begins to thrust into you wildly, matching your rhythm and making you cry out. if you were in your right state of mind, you’d feel sorry for the poor souls who are on the same floor as him. 

“pussy so f-fucking good,” he grunts as he feels you squeezing around him, and you’re about to smirk before he pushes you onto the bed, then turning you on your side so you’re facing away from him. he tries to slide back into your needy cunt, but the new position makes you feel even tighter. still, with the combination of his slick and yours, he’s able to push himself in again before rutting into you. he presses one of his big hands against your stomach while the other one hastily grabs one of your tits, and suddenly he's back to fucking you like a wild animal. 

you've never in your life felt so wanted, so needed, but beomgyu needs you in a way so carnal it makes you feel even more lustful. he nips your ear, mimicking your actions from earlier, and begs for your praise. 

“a-are you feeling good? you’re feeling good, right?” he chokes out as he hits a particularly deep part of your pussy. 

“so good, beomie,” you moan. “you’re fucking me so good.” those words would normally never leave your lips, but he seems desperate for your validation, and you know he’s too far gone to mock you.

“oh god, this is w-what i dreamed about,” he babbles as he takes the hand that was pressing on your stomach and uses it to massage your clit, earning a strangled scream from you. “th-this is what i’ve always wanted.” and if you could see his face, you’d notice how his eyes roll backwards in sheer ecstasy. 

“i’m gonna cum!” you cry, all self-restraint gone.

“m-me too, princess,” he moans. “c-can i cum inside?” it’s a pipe dream if he’s ever had one, and you can believe that he’s had one, but your response floors him.

“yes, yes, yes! do it inside, i want it!” and that’s enough. he spits out a curse as he hammers himself into you, making you almost sob as you come undone with him inside of you. the feeling of your pussy sucking him in even more as it wildly contracts around him pulls him over the edge, so he paints your walls with his seed and fucks you through both of your highs. 

he stays there until he goes soft, slowly pulling out and watching in awe as the cum spills out of your hole. he pulls you flush against his body and sighs as he tenderly fixes up your hair. 

“i really, really like you,” he earnestly whispers into your hair. 

“i —” 

“it’s okay if you don’t like me yet,” he interrupts. “i can wait.” you’re glad you’re not facing him, because you actually feel a little awkward at his sincere words, but you can’t deny that it makes your heart flutter to hear them.

“okay,” you say.

“okay?” he asks, just to be sure he heard you correctly.

“yes, i-it’s okay. you can wait.” he’s so excited that he throws himself on top of you and turns you to face him, lips greedily meeting yours, putting every ounce of yearning into the kiss. 

honestly? with the way things are going right now, he probably won’t have to wait very long at all. 

notes pt. 2: yeah... i'm so sorry that this is bad i'm just used to writing angst angst angst and this def veered more into cute territory but whatever just don't bully me

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more and more (jjk mainly) fic recs (pt. iii)♡

hello and welcome to more of my fic recs!! credit to all these talented writers, pls check out their other works too!! featuring: (jjk) megumi, yuuji, satoru, suguru, toji (mha) katuski (lmao just for the one post because it NEEDED to be shared) masterlist recs pt. i pt. ii

: ̗̀➛ megumi fushiguro x reader

megumi thinks about how whipped (he is while impatiently waiting for you to text back)

fucking megumi in his baseball uniform (lengthier fic with dom! megumi... omg)

sharing a bed and cuddling (so soft i'm crying. i'm unsure if i've linked this before)

racer a.u. w/ bf megumi (in physical agony because i need this)

megumi is obsessed with yuuji's bimbo gf (i love LOVE love bimbo reader fics AHH)

: ̗̀➛ satoru gojo x reader

your kid shows you an ugly drawing (similar to the katsuki scenario i linked last time, so funny!!)

satoru comforts you after you have a nightmare (so fluffy and sweet... i'm bawling)

age gap w/ satoru, he teaches you to fuck (younger reader. god i love this)

satoru proposes to you :(( (i'm crying)

satoru fucking his chubby gf (help my pussy's gone crazy)

more satoru w/ chubby gf (so so much praise)

: ̗̀➛ geto suguru x reader

arguing with then fucking your ex suguru who is now a cult leader (omfg)

suguru fingers you during movie night w/ satoru and shoko (wow this fic definitely hit the spot. one of my favourites on this list)

'no one's made me cum before' (now this is relatable)

you're babysitting nanako + mimiko and are about to fuck their dad (ahhhhhh)

y/n is insecure and can't tell suguru ('it's not what he's made for' some heavy angst for the sick fucks that enjoy it)

step brother! suguru teaches you how to kiss (this damn fandom makes me read so much stepcest. disgusting! *saved immediately*)

suguru wonders if he should cut his hair (fluffy!! but the last line made me want to burst into tears!!)

: ̗̀➛ toji fushiguro x reader

smutty fic w/ crybaby reader (it's me i'm the crybaby. this author has SO many good toji fics, i linked one of their prison bf fics last time!!)

toji is so so big but he makes it fit (major size kink!!)

: ̗̀➛ yuuji itadori x reader

finally fucking roommate! yuuji (i am shocked this doesn't have more likes it was such an incredible read)

virgin! yuuji headcanons (he's just so whiney and such a good boy. omg i love fics where y/n is the more experienced one)

giggly sex drabble (the best type of sex i need more fics like this)

yuuji can't jack off to jennifer lawrence anymore because of YOU! (i think this initiated a yuuji phase for me...)

: ̗̀➛ katsuki bakugou x reader

gq couples quiz w/ katsuki (i am shocked this doesn't have ten thousand likes. it's perfect the characterisation is perfect. pls check out the creator's masterlist here everything is so so good)

multiple characters (jjk drabbles)

using your safe word (satoru + suguru)

boyfriend texts (satoru, suguru, kento, toji, megumi, yuuji, toge + choso)

riding, missionary or doggy? (satoru, suguru, kento, toji, choso. btw the right answer is doggy)

bf texts (satoru, suguru, kento, toji, choso, megumi, toge + yuuji)

unholy drabbles!! (toji, satoru + kento)

cute texts during your period!! (satoru, choso, toji, megumi, yuuji, toge)

: ̗̀➛ also multiple characters (drabbles w/ unspecified names then characters listed at the end? i don't know how to describe this sorry lol)

eating you out sloppily omg (aot + jjk + genshin + demon slayer)

tits, ass or thighs? (bleach + jjk + jjba + one piece + csm)

men that are obsessed with thick women (jjk + kny + aot + tokyo revengers)

general fucking headcanons (jjk + aot + haikyuu + tokyo revengers + genshin + sk8 + csm)

quick question!! should i still link the really successful fics / blogs (like 4k+ notes, some have up to 15k!!), as i'm sure you will have already encountered them in their respective tags? in other words, should i focus on linking fics that are less interacted with? pls let me know <3

[onelittlespiral]

You should definitely do a preppy boy tf!

FML: Contact

I knew I should have charged my phone before I left, but I was running late and didn’t want to miss my study session. I know, I know it was stupid. But the walk was only supposed to be a few blocks. I have no idea how I got this lost. It felt like I was wandering for hours, but I kept just going around in circles and ending up in front of this gym. Great, just what I needed before finals week. Maybe I should stop an- ugh. My bag spilled out in front of me as I wa a knocked to the ground.

“Hey, sorry bro.”

It seems like on about my third time around the block I finally ran into one of the gym’s patrons, idiot. For the life of me I will never know how those guys will walk out in shorts in December. I started to scoop my belongings back into my bag.

“Here, let me help- Ah fuck, that could be bad.” He picked up my laptop and handed it to me. Thankfully it seems that there wasn’t any real damage, but a few deep scratches were carved in the metal and the screen was definitely cracked.

“Just what I needed today! Look where you’re going next time!” I was nearly in tears. I was lost, I was frustrated, I think the fall tore a hole in my khakis, and now my computer would be busted till after finals.

“Hey, I said I was sorry. Didn’t mean to knock a shrimp like you down. I didn’t even hit you that hard…”

“Well sue me if I don’t have time to get swoll bro,” I spat, “but some of us have finals to study for.”

“Oh dang, that’s where I know you from! English 110, with Professor Kim. Yeah, you’re always in the front and answering shit.” Immediately the puzzle pieces clicked. I can’t blame myself for not recognizing him. He must have been one of the dudes who sat in the back, and they all basically acted, talked, and looked about the same. A bunch of gym rats struggling through the gen eds. I’m genuinely surprised he can to class often enough to recognize me. “Hey man, are you studying for this final later? I’m just like not getting this stuff. Like, why are they having Exercise Science majors out here studying English anyways?”

“Uhh, yeah maybe.” At this point I was past the point of caring about this conversation. It was such a simple class I hardly had even glanced over the study guide. I had packed my things and was making to get up and leave.

“Here bruh, lemme help you up,” and he extended his hand to me. I grabbed hold as a small shock passed between us. It was just a split second, but as his calloused, sweaty had grasped mine, I felt a jolt that stuck my hair on end. I hardly had time to notice as he hoisted me up. “Hey, if you do end up reviewing later, maybe give me a heads up. We could do a study session or something.” He pulled out a pen and scribbled on the back of a receipt. Grabbing my hand again, and pulled me into a bro hug before I could protest. Up close he was warm and humid, sweat cooling in the cold winter air. He left the paper in my hand when he pulled away. He smirked, “You should ask inside, they may be able to help. I’ll see you later tonight.” There was a confidence in his voice that sent a chill down my spine. Before I knew it he had booked it, and I was left with a piece of paper, a broken computer, and a sinking realization I was still lost.

With few options left, I popped into the gym my classmate had just come out of. Maybe they would have a charger I could borrow or be able to help me with directions. At least it was warm inside. I walked over to the man at the desk, asking “Hey, sorry to bother. Do you all have a phone charger? I am completely lost and out of juice.”

“You can bother me any time,” the attendant said with a wink, “We’ve got some chargers in the locker room, but management is struck about people using facilities without paying. You already a member with us?”

“No, do I look like a member with you all? Please, I’m tired and at this point I just need to get home.” I groaned.

“Well sorry bro, you’ve gotta get those gains somewhere… let’s see, a day pass only runs about $5,” he slid the card reader to me.

“Fine.” I thrust my card into the machine and grabbed my receipt, storming off towards the locker room.”

“Enjoy your time! Oh, sir. Those aren’t the locker rooms they are the changing ro-” and the swinging door cut him off. I cut to the first door on my left. The overhead lights activated as I walked in. The inside was warm, hotter even than the lobby. For locker rooms, there were very few lockers. Just cooler with some sports drinks, some mirrors, and a charging station. No one else was inside, so I sat down on a bench and set my phone down on the charging station. With the heat I quickly began stripping layers, till I was down to my sweater, but I was not going shirtless in this place. It looked like it would be a while before my phone would be charged. I tried to put the whole situation out of my mind as I laid back and relaxed, carried to sleep in the thick heat…

I woke up a while later, disoriented and thirsty. It may have been a bad idea to sleep in the sweater, the thing was practically dripping in sweat now. I began to pull off the damp thing when I was shocked to see what was underneath:

Abs. Pecs. Abs and pecs. I had to be dreaming, when did I go from a stick to having abs and pecs. Not only that, but my arms. Thick and smooth, my arms looked swollen, as though I had been working them out for years. And my legs, they felt like lead beneath me, so heavy I could hardly move them. I could crush a melon between my thighs. And my poor shoes, they were practically in tatters on the floor. My toes poked out of the remains, leather torn between my meaty soles. I looked in the mirror to get a full picture. If I didn’t see it I wouldn’t have believed it, I was a whole different man.

I grabbed my phone and booked it out the door back to the front desk. The same attendant was there, looking me up and down as I passed by:

“Well hey there handsome. How are you enjoying our amenities?”

I just about strangled him, “What the hell happened? What did you all do to me?!?”

“I did try to tell you. Locker rooms are the other side. Those are the changing rooms.”

“What’s that supposed mean?”

“Well, look at yourself. Must have gone for the muscle enhancement, eh? Not a bad look on you.” I could just about wipe that smug look off his face.

“Cut the bull crap, I didn’t ask for this. If you all changed me into this change me back.”

“So sorry,” the apology dripped from his lips, “but things don’t quite work that way. For more specialized changes you have to get a full membership.”

“That’s a fucking lie,” I shouted, “You never said shit about this. I don’t need your membership. Change me back, now.”

“Woah, calm down there hot stuff, no need to get so worked up. How about this. My boss is home for the night. I know what you looked like when you came in. I can sneak you back into one of our specialty changing rooms, and I’ll calibrate it myself. Deal?”

I was about in tears, “Deal.”

He took my hand and lead me to the changing room all the way in the back. Same set up, same bench in a mostly barren room. This one was maybe a tad smaller. His voice came on over the intercom:

“Alright, now just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.”

This time, deep red lights came on and that same heat began to fill the room. It somehow felt a bit different. The other heat wrapped around, this one felt like it pierced. In moments my body was flooded with warmth. Sweat rolled down my body as the room began having its effects. But something wasn’t right. Instead of shrinking down to my lithe self, my body felt like it was bubbling, and began to swell even more.

“Hey. HEY! What the hell! What are you doing out there? Wrong way asshole!”

He chuckled into the intercom, “What? I think it’s a good look on you.”

“You’re supposed to change me back!” I shouted

“I said I would calibrate the room. I didn’t say how. You should feel lucky, you’re getting the VIP treatment for free!”

Everywhere sweat rolled my muscles stretched as my body began writhing under the feeling of its growth. It felt… it felt… oh god it felt… so…good. But it had to be stopped. I couldn’t keep going like this. I put all my effort into standing up and lunged for the door handle. It didn’t budge, locked from the outside.

“Oh, is this not to your taste?” he teased “Well, I already did smooth jock tonight. Fine, let’s try this then.”

The red lights switched off as dull LED’s took their place. At the same time, a mist began pouring into the room. The smell made me dizzy as I slumped back on the bench behind me. The haze curled around me and stuck to my skin. It smelled like aftershave, sharp and fresh, with a coolness that made me shiver. My skin began to tingle wherever it touched. I watched as my skin turned to goosebumps, then slowly a fine layer of fuzz began to coat my pecs. It grew and curled wherever the mist lead it. It blazed a treasure trail down my abs and branched out to cover them. I could only moan as my body pushed out my new pelt. It curled around my back as a forest erupted behind me. Working it’s way up, I felt a tickle on my jaw and cheeks. It caressed my face as a five o-clock shadow pushed out from my smooth face, and in moments a full beard was pushed out. It’s curling tendrils even worked on the hair I already had. I felt the hair on top of my head stand on end before following the mist into a thick mop. It worked it’s way into my gapping mouth too, and I felt my throat stretch and adjust, my moans coming out much deeper. Then it concentrated on my groin and pits. My previously trimmed bushes grew wild, quickly becoming a tangle. As my pubes grew around, it felt soooo good. I began getting hard, but the mist only took that as an opportunity. Something else to grow and curve. It stretched 6, 7, 8, 9 inches straight out before curving distinctly up. I was in pure ecstasy, with only the thought of the man outside watching keeping me from fully jacking off.

“Wow, what a grower. I knew you had potential but, woof.”

“You… won’t… *gasp*…get away… with… with this!”

“Oh, still a little rebel in you? Maybe we can bring that out a bit.”

The mist receded, and overhead the lights began to strobe and a loud white noise began to play. The pattern was disorientating and it hurt to watch. But even when I closed my eyes I couldn’t escape. A splitting headache developed as my emotions all turned to anger. I tried to shout, to call for it to stop, but my words didn’t even reach my ears. I watched in glimpses as I began to scream, deep and primal, rage in my eyes. My arm clenched into a fist and I ran up to pound the door down. It still didn’t budge but the shock sent a ripple down my arm. In the mirror I watched as in slow motion a full sleeve tattoo stretched down my arm. I sat down in pain and fear and anger as I grew close to tears. But the back of my mind knew that I could not cry, not anymore. Then, all at once it stopped. I realized I was still shouting. I felt pissed off, aggressive. When I got out of this room, I was gonna pummel that twink into submission.

“God, that one always gets me. I love a man with tattoos.”

“Fuck OFF” I growled. I looked in the mirror at the monster I had become:

My mind was being flooded with emotions, a sense of loss for the person I was, a rage at the man who had done this to me, an animalistic horniness from my sizable new cock, and a deep terror for what else could happen. I channeled that fury and made one last attempt on the locked door. I yanked and rattled the door with all the strength this new body could muster. I felt the handle flex beneath my grip, before a loud *snap* sent me plummeting to the ground. The handle had come off the door. I banging against the door, shouting for anyone to come help me.

“Hmmm,” the attendant contemplated, “I may have gone too far with the rage this time. You’re a beast bro, but let’s reign it in. A healthy dose of this should help.”

A new cloud filled the room, this one thicker than the last. It was damp and sticky and clung to every inch of me. This one smelled rich and acrid, like an arm pit that had long since sweat through any deodorant. It was as though every patron of the gym had joined me in the room fresh from their workout. The fog was so thick I felt as though I was beginning to choke. It slid heavily down my throat and made my eyes water. That’s when I felt it begin to corrupt me. My enraged mind became calm, then addled as my brain filled with the all consuming fog. Memories flashed before my eyes as I felt them slip from my mind, replaced with false copies. I felt my college experience shift from books and classes to working out and tutoring sessions. My classes in journalism and writing were swapped for work out routines and remedial math. Then my cock began twitching as memories of hot workout sessions with my bros filled my mind, replacing my book club. As my mind relaxed and the new memories came to me easier and easier. My IQ was slipping down quickly, resting now somewhere around 75. As my mind relaxed I felt my body do so too. The cloud began seeping into my pores, filling me with its corrupting influence. My body betrayed me, greedily sucking up the cloud until the room was completely clear. I felt warm and tingly, my body pressed flat against the cold floor. I lifted my arm to get a good wiff of my funk. My cock jumped in response. God I needed to fuck. The cloud had saturated me, inside and out, soaking me in a new identity.

“How are you feeling in there big guy?” a voice was on the other side of a speaker in the room.

“Aight I guess man. I’m tired. Guess I passed out in here,” I replied. God, just waking up from a nap and I had my morning wood. The door opened, a cute bro was on the other side.

“Have you enjoyed your day pass sir?” He asked.

“Hell yeah Lil’ bro, it’s been good. This gym is stacked. I haven’t felt this worn out after a workout in a while!”

“Have you considered upgrading that day pass to a full membership? I know I would love to see you around,” he said with a wink.

“Mmm, wouldn’t mind seeing you every day. Gimme the forms.” He led me out to the lobby, I signed a few forms, and handed me a card.

“Now remember next time, locker rooms are over there,” he smirked. “Here, this is free with your sign up.”

He threw a tank top over to me. Good thing too, I think I forgot mine at home. It fit snugly over my huge chest. It made my arms look huge too. Just a shame I sweat so much after a workout, I already had some pit stains going. Shit, I was rank.

“Thanks bro, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I strolled out the door into the cold winter air. I flexed, feeling the breeze wick some of my sweat away.

“Hey, excuse me?” Some dork walked up to me, looking desperate. I felt like I knew him from somewhere, though I couldn’t place it. “Would you happen to be able to help me? I have been going around in circles and can’t seem to find my way. I have an exam in just a few hours.”

“Nah, sorry man. I’m not quite sure I’m able to help. Never been good with directions huhu,” that’s when it clicked, “Hey, you’re in my bio class aren’t you? Ah shit, is that exam today?!? Fuck, I’m never gonna pass that crap.”

He looked a little flabbergasted, but made some excuses and was about to move on when I grabbed him. I felt something pass between us, as his gaze fell onto me, unblinking, “You should check in the gym bro, I know they can help you out.” I pulled away and the moment passed. I reached into my pocket and pulled out two receipts. The first was my receipt for my day pass. I scribbled down my contact info, and handed it off to the nerd. “Here, if you want to talk about lifting with me and my buds later you should give me a call. Looking a little scrawny bruh.”

He took the receipt before wandering towards the gym entrance. I then looked at the second paper I pulled out. Oh yeah, it was that hot gym bro from earlier. Yeah, I could meet up with him for sure. His name at the top rang a faint bell. For a split second, I remembered a friend I would sit next to in class. Smart, nerdy, nothing like the man I had met on the sidewalk earlier... But just then I felt my brain pounding, and I couldn’t focus on… whatever it was I was thinking about. Oh, right. Hot jock. Yeahhh, I’m gonna go see if he wants these rank pits shoved in his face while I ride his cock.

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Maybe not what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy anyways ❤️

[blockgamepirate]

This is my petty complaint time, this video annoys me SO MUCH and even more so what annoys me is that the latest comment on it is this:

HE TAUGHT YOU SO MUCH BULLSHIT, PLEASE NO, DON'T LISTEN TO HIM

And yes, I've been thinking about this stream for nearly three years now, I've been meaning to go through it to critique Wilbur's arguments, I just never got around to it

Wilbur: "Tubbo, you've created an anti-state capitalist dystopia"

So all Tubbo had explained so far was that his town had a big company that owned two other big companies. Nothing about the government or anything. It's true that one company owning all the major businesses is pretty dystopian, sure, but I have no idea where Wilbur got the "anti-state" thing from, usually capitalist companies are fine with the existence of states, states do a lot of dirty work for the capitalists

Spoiler alert: Tubbo's city turns out to be pretty much a city state so Wilbur is just wrong anyway, not that he ever acknowledges it even when it does come up

Also it's not like corporate acquisitions are completely unheard of in the UK, as far as I know. Admittedly the UK is also arguably a capitalist dystopia but you know what I mean, the concept shouldn't be all that shocking to Wilbur

He's being so dramatic and trying to make it sound like he's caught Tubbo in a mistake or something. He also keeps asking questions and then not letting Tubbo answer properly before taking like one word Tubbo says and running with it

But this is the one that I find the most obnoxious:

T: "I did some research into like economics and stuff and I discovered this thing called UBI, have you heard of it?"

W: "What's it stand for?"

T: "Universal Basic Income"

W: "Yeah, I know about that"

He clearly does not know what UBI is.

It becomes very apparent very quickly:

W: "So you've got universal basic income but then also the rich exist still?"

T: "Yeah! Yeah they do."

W: "How does that come about then,"

T: "So in my mind--"

W: "is this universal basic income different for different people?"

T: "No, no, the universal basic income is better for everyone, just the people who have--"

W: "In order for there to be a 1% that means someone's earning more,"

T: "Yes, someone is earning more"

W: "but that means the universal basic income isn't universal!"

T: "No no no, not everyone's getting paid the same but everyone gets the same to begin with, okay? But then you can build on top of it."

W: "Oh no, you've got a-- Tubbo, you've got a fucking social point system!"

T: "Have I made a social point system??"

W: "Tubbo, you've made China!"

None of what Wilbur says makes ANY sense here. The only explanation I can think of is that he didn't know what UBI was, made an assumption that it just meant "everybody gets paid the same amount of money" or something like that and then just spoke fast enough that Tubbo couldn't correct him

Tubbo is correct here, Tubbo knows what he's talking about, but he can't out-speak Wilbur who is just throwing so much bullshit out of his mouth that there's no time to even respond

So, UBI means that everyone in the society gets a regular payment of a specific amount of money that's the same for everyone regardless of their life situation (and generally a requirement would be that it has to be enough to live on, altho people do like to water this down a lot...) This would be completely irrelevant to your wages or salary or capital gains. You can choose to either live on the UBI or you can just do the regular capitalist things to earn extra money on top of the UBI

Obviously I'm not one of those people who think that UBI would solve all of world's problems, I mean I am an anarchist and all (and not an ancap either), but it's literally just a very streamlined welfare system. That's all. It would probably be a lot better than the current models we have but it's not fundamentally different. There's nothing particularly weird about it, the point is just to make sure that everyone has enough money to live on, in every other regard it's just normal capitalism

Wilbur completely misunderstands the whole thing (because, again, he does not know what UBI is so he's just trying to imagine what it might mean based on what Tubbo is saying) and jumps immediately to something he apparently has heard of, which is the Chinese social credit system, which has nothing to do with UBI. In fact I'm pretty sure it also doesn't actually have anything to do with income either, or at least not directly, so I don't think Wilbur knows what the social credit system is either

He's literally just talking in buzzwords

Like if you actually wanted to make a leftist critique of Tubbo's city, you could, don't get me wrong. But instead Wilbur keeps insisting that he's made a social point system despite Tubbo trying to explain why it's not that at all

Wilbur just keeps yelling over Tubbo until his own chat turns against him and finally Tubbo himself also kinda gives up

And from there Tubbo also kinda just starts playing into the bit and just lets Wilbur direct the whole conversation, the rest of it is just them getting more and more into the roleplay. Wilbur keeps talking about the state pension plan, even though Tubbo already tried to explain that it's part of the UBI (this actually is how UBI is supposed to work, it does indeed streamline most of the welfare spending! Obviously you can still raise questions about that (I can think of a few at least) but Wilbur didn't let Tubbo explain so I have no idea what Tubbo actually had in mind)

I could try to go through all of what Wilbur says here but it's just too much, so maybe some other time. Although to be honest there are so many other streams that I probably should talk about instead that some fans unfortunately took a bit too seriously because they assumed Wilbur knew what he was talking about

My point here is mainly that just because someone sounds really confident and knows a bunch of buzzwords doesn't mean they know what they're talking about.

[jo-com]

hello🎀

i read your fics,and girllllll they're so good.

I just wanted to make a request for a Carlos Sainz x fem reader. So the topic is yn and carlos are friends who have secret crush on each other. Basically, friends to lovers. But yn is not a famous person,she's just a normal girl💁‍♀️

and pls no smut 😔🙏

just fluff🤕✊

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ ➛Best Friend Material?

Carlos Sainz x Fem!reader

Summary: Based off the request above!

Genre: Friends to lovers! Major fluff

Note: Sorry for not making this earlier, I’ve been busy😭 also thanks for requesting!! There are some grammatical errors.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ➛ My Masterlist

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Just/yn Beach day with idk who

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Carlossainz55 I shouldn’t have come😑

Just/yn Nah you’ll miss me too much😋🩷

Carlossainz55 sure if u say so…

Urbff Just smash already

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With a flustered face, you turned off your phone and threw it over the other side of the couch. Mentally cursing at your best friend. What was she thinking— commenting that on your post.

What if Carlos saw it? Is he going to distance himself or something? What if he feels disgusted? What if— So many what ifs.

Your heart started to race as many thought coursed through your head. Fuck, you’re so screwed.

…

Carlos stared blankly at your post. His eyes blinking abruptly and jaw hanging wide open from shock; He wasn’t imagining things right?

It was clear that he saw your best friend’s comment before getting deleted by you. What does she mean by that? Why would she comment something like that if there weren’t any hints to it?

Carlos let’s out a heavy sigh, “Fuck, i am clearly loosing my mind.”

…

Days go on by as they avoid one another; afraid to talk to each other and make things weird.

The two we’re oblivious about each other’s feelings and your best friend had enough of it. You guys were clearly suffering and was idiotically enough to think that distance would help. Face slap.

So as their cupid, your best friend thought of a plan.

…

“Hey y/n can i borrow your phone”, your friend asked nonchalantly— her body leaning closer to the couch to find comfort

You glared at her laid back figure. Your face scrunched up and eyes narrowing skeptically,“what for?”

“Nothing, just want to send something to myself through your phone” she shrugged, answering as if her request was normal.

You were hesitant at first but as your friend, you trusted her not to do something crazy like last time. So you grabbed your phone from the side and handed it to her.

“Here, don’t do stupid shit, okay?”

F/n rolled her eyes and took your phone. “Yeah yeah” she replied, waving off her hand and then opening your phone.

With a sly grin, she went to contacts and changed Carlos’s name to hers; making it seem that she was just chatting her and not Carlos.

If this doesn’t work, i don’t know what will.

…

➛ Messages (Y/n and Carlos)

…

After that, they soon hit it off and started dating— they later found out that it was all f/n’s doing. They were both furious and grateful;

I am happy to say that they went and soon live a romantic life— just like those in fairy tales.

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Just/yn Happy 4th anniversary mi amour💕💞

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Carlossainz55 I love you so much mi vida😍

Just/yn I love you more carlitos💗

Urbff Fucking finally

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I had so much fun making these!! I hope this was okay and that you enjoyed reading itt!! Always enjoy making requests

[wonhaz]

what are we after the grand prix? - l.hs

pairing : f1driver!heeseung x fem!reader genre : mercedes driver heeseung, best friends au, angst, fluff, unrequited love wc : 2.2k warnings : kissing, eating, speeding (cars), skinship synopsis : heeseung invites you to one of his races, determined to win and impress you. but when you confront him and ask him what the two of you are, he confesses his love for you. will you return his feelings? he'll have to wait for your answer after the grand prix. a/n : first part of the series! hope u guys like it~ heeseung gives off major mercedes vibes, i feel like he would be chill like lewis hamilton maybe? not completely sure if i'm happy with this one but here you go! next parts coming soon! SERIES MASTERLIST

heeseung was confusing, more confusing than all those buttons on his steering wheel.

sure, he was your best friend, but sometimes it felt like he was more.

friends don't hug each other the way heeseung hugs you before a race, friends don't wink the way heeseung does at you before he puts on his helmet, friends don't look at each other the way heeseung does at you as he stands on the podium. but heeseung does it anyway, and it leaves you confused.

"you busy next weekend?" heeseung asks as you both sit on the couch of your apartment. "no, why?" you reply, raising an eyebrow, "i was wondering if you wanted to come to singapore with me to watch the grand prix, specifically to watch me." he says, emphasizing the word 'me'. you pretend to think about it taking the opportunity to annoy him.

"will sunghoon be there?" you ask, wiggling your eyebrows imitating a lovestruck fan. heeseung rolls his eyes, "come on (name), i'm way better than that red bull driver, park. if you come i'll beat him for sure." he says with confidence. "alright, i'll come. but how am i getting there exactly?" you question, "don't worry about it babe, just be outside your apartment on thursday at 9am and i'll pick you up."

heeseung was confusing, like how he called you 'babe' just now, friends don't call each other that.

~

it's thursday. you haven't seen heeseung all week, he was probably busy with training and pre-race preparations. all he sent you was a text reminding you to be ready at the agreed time. you glance down at your watch, '8:55' the people passing by on the sidewalk pay little to no attention to you.

that is, until heeseung pulls up in front of you in his black mercedes benz. you have to stop your jaw from dropping at his entrance, now everyones looking at you, how can this get more embarassing? and just as you think that, heeseung rolls down the window, "come on! get in already, we're gonna miss the flight!"

you wince and quickly throw your suitcase in the trunk and hop in the passenger seat before turning towards him. "heeseung! what was that for?!" he tilts his head to the side, "what was what for?"

"that!" you say exasperated, "picking me up in the flashiest car possible and then drawing more attention by rolling down your window!" heeseung just shrugs and now you're really in shock, "we have a flight to catch." is all he says as the car starts zooming through the streets. "don't speed! we're going too fast!" you say as you're gripping onto any handle you can find. "you're saying that to me?" heeseung replies with a laugh. "you're telling a race car driver not to speed? you're real funny (name)."

you arrive at the airport and follow heeseung to your gate. he finds his team and introduces them to you, his team principal smiles and shakes your hand, "nice to finally meet you, (name). you're heeseung's girlfriend right? he does talk about you quite a lot."

you're taken aback, heeseung talks about you a lot? "oh, he does? i'm not his girlfriend though." you say with an awkward laugh. "oh, you're not? sorry i assumed. forget i said that." and you nod.

you board the plane and take a seat next to heeseung. your seat is extremely nice, you play with the buttons to adjust your seat and browse through the different movies on the tv. heeseung sees you and laughs, "first time in first class?" he asks. "it is obvious?" you say with a sheepish grin, "very, i should take you with me to races more often then." heeseung says and leans back. do friends say that? you didn't know, but you do know that a friend wouldn't make you blush like how you are now.

~

after the flight, all you can think of is heeseung. he was your best friend, and you were here to support him, but he made you feel like you were more than just his best friend.

the words from his team principal still lingered in your mind, you didn't know what to think of it. heeseung talks about you a lot? you were flattered, you feel the blush creeping onto your cheeks again just thinking about it.

a knock on your hotel door snaps you out of your trance. you already knew who it was. "come in", and there he is in all his glory. the very man that can't seem to leave your mind.

"wanna go get dinner?" he asks and you give him a small nod, getting up from the bed. halfway through your journey to the lobby, you realize it's just the two of you. "hee, what about the rest of your team?" you ask. "they went out together, i told them i wanted to take you to dinner." "oh.." is all you can get out, and you stay silent for the rest of the walk.

you're taken aback when heeseung puts his arm around your shoulder as you walk to a nearby restaurant. you give him a confused look, "what's wrong? i thought you were cold?". you were cold, you just didn't want to admit it, but heeseung knew you too well.

heeseung leads you inside a nice looking restaurant, one look at the menu has your jaw dropping at the prices. "pick whatever you want, i'll pay." he reassures you with a smile after seeing your expression.

the dinner starts in silence until heeseung breaks it. "how are you so far? i hope the hotel is comfortable enough." you're in shock, the hotel is more than comfortable, it's luxurious. you nod and tell him about how 'fancy' everything is.

as heeseung eats, you can't take your eyes off him. he feels your gaze on him and looks up smiling. "am i that good-looking you can't focus on your food?" he says with a laugh. here comes the blush again, and you shake your head defensively.

heeseung was making you look at him differently now. you don't think you and heeseung are just friends anymore.

~

heeseung walks you to your room, it's getting late and he has practice tomorrow. before you walk in your room, you turn to face him.

you had to know.

"heeseung-" you start, he only hums in reply.

"what are we?"

heeseung is caught off guard by your question but keeps his calm facade.

"what do you want us to be?" he asks and now it's your turn to be speechless.

"i-i don't know..." you admit, slightly embarrassed you had even brought up the topic.

"(name)-" heeseung starts, he pauses for a while, trying to find the right words.

"(name), i've liked you for a long time, not as friends but as something more. you're like the gas that fills me with joy, even when i've just had a bad race. you make me feel all these things that i didn't even know i could feel. all i know is that i'm happy when i'm with you."

you open your mouth to speak but nothing seems to come out.

"i don't expect you to give me your answer now. but please, let me know after the grand prix this sunday. take your time for the next few days, i want a sincere answer, even if it may hurt me, i'm ready to face it."

you're at a loss for words, the passion and love in heeseung's voice tells you that he's kept this to himself for so long. you give him a small nod and motions for you to get going before it gets too late.

just as you're about to close your hotel door, you hear his voice call your name again.

"(name), don't worry about coming to watch practice and qualifying, use it to rest or go around the city. i just want you to be there for the grand prix."

you promise to be there and give him a small smile before finally closing your door.

~ it's saturday, the grand prix.

you have your answer and you're sure of it, and most of all, you're ready to tell heeseung after the race. heeseung had left before you, not wanting you to get shaken up from all the reporters and fans watching him. you made sure to text him a simple 'good luck!' message to which he reacted with '🤍'. making your way down to the paddock, you spot his team principal and he greets you pulling up a chair for you. you look around, eyes searching for heeseung. "he's at an interview." his team principal says, as if he just read your mind. you just mouth an "oh." and take a look at the things around you, being careful not to touch anything. you see heeseung's car, with a big number "1" on it, and as if on cue, he walks in running his fingers through his hair. you couldn't help but stare, oh you were doomed.

heeseung sees you and grins from ear to ear, he looks you up and down, admiring your outfit, clad in his team colors. "heeseung-" you start and his intense stare into your eyes make you want to melt. "i have my answer, but i'll tell you after the race." and he nods, smile never leaving his lips. "i'll win for you." he says as he zips up his race suit and climbs into his car, giving you a little wink before he drives off to the starting grid.

heeseung drives into the 2nd grid position, eyeing the red bull beside him. park sunghoon hears the car pull up next to him and decides to test heeseung's patience. "hey, heeseung!" sunghoon shouts. earning a glare from him. "what do you want sunghoon." heeseung roles his eyes. "ready to lose today?" "hell no, i got a girl in the paddock to impress", heeseung says, diverting his attention to the lights in front of them.

heeseung is determined to win, determined to win for you. the race goes by fast and you had to admit, you didn't really understand how all of these racing things worked. but you did know one thing, and it's that heeseung was going to do anything to win. halfway through the race, heeseung pits and the crew immediately rushes around his car. within a few seconds, heeseung and his fresh set of tires are ready to go. but before he zooms off, he gives you a little wink and you feel the tips of your ears turning red. 55/57 LAPS things were getting heated down at the track, sunghoon and heeseung racing as if their lives depended on it. heeseung was practically gritting his teeth, he just needed to overtake sunghoon, to cross that finish line first, to win for you. during the last turn, heeseung takes his chance and cuts in front of sunghoon. heeseung's whole team stands up in anticipation and shouting at the screen in front of them. the team cheers as heeseung zooms past the checkered flag and commentators going crazy. heeseung gets out of his car, and raises his arms towards the crowd as they cheer. but now, he's more nervous than he was at the beginning of the race, he's nervous to hear your answer. as heeseung walks back to his team, sunghoon walks over to him and pats his back. "go get that girl." he says, and smiles. heeseung smiles and gives sunghoon a small nod. you stand in front of the team garage, heeseung walking towards you, his eyes never breaking eye contact. this was it, it was time to give your answer. "(name).." heeseung starts and takes a deep breath "remember that whatever your answer is, i love you, and i respect your decision." you stare into his eyes with your loving ones. lunging towards him and engulfing him in an embrace. he doesn't say anything, but you can feel his heartbeat as he savors your embrace. you're the first one to pull away but your arms never leave their position wrapped around him. 'heeseung, i love you too, so so much." and that's all it takes for him to pull you into a kiss, a kiss of longing, and impatience. it may have taken a while, but heeseung thinks it's worth the wait. sunghoon watches from his garage and he smiles at the new couple, his team principal makes his way to stand beside him and looks at what sunghoon is looking at. "you could've won, why didn't you defend your position?" his team principal says, furrowing his eyebrows. "come on man, had to let they guy win. but now i think he's won twice, he's won the race and that girl's heart." heeseung makes his way up the podium when they announce his name. his team below him is smiling up at him, but the only eyes he looks for are yours. he gives you a little wink and you blush. heeseung usually likes to go fast. but with you, he wished time slowed down a little more.

please reblog, it really helps!

[incarnadin3]

How Obey Me Brothers realized they were in love with MC: Part One, Lucifer

A/N: This idea was in my brain for a while so I decided why not write it? Also, am I the only one who writes well in their head but struggles to write it on paper??? Like wtf should I yap on here.

Lucifer: The Mighty Firstborn

Since Lucifer was the first born, all the major responsibilities were naturally given to him. From paying bills, and managing Mammon's spending, to ensuring the House of Lamentation was running properly, it was quite a lot for the Avatar of Pride.

But his pride refused to let him show weakness, instead working himself overtime to stay on top of things, which often led to him burning himself out, like today.

Mammon had somehow managed to steal Lord Diavolo's card and spent a hefty amount on gambling. While the Prince seemed unfazed, perhaps even a bit amused by the ordeal, Lucifer had been livid.

After lecturing and tying him up to the ceiling as usual, he had been working through a stack of papers, ranging from letters from angry witches demanding their money back from Mammon, to debts that had to be payed because of his greedy brother.

As the moon rose higher in the sky, the stack of papers did not seem to lower, towering over him, waiting to be reviewed.

Even though it didn't outwardly appear that Lucifer loved his brothers, at heart, he really truly did.

Which was currently the reason why he had Mammon's homework in front of him, one of the many he had forgotten to do in his haste to go gambling.

Lucifer sighed, scribbling in the answers, wrinkling his nose ever so slightly at the messy handwriting. Mammon wasn't one to have good handwriting, and if Lucifer wanted to pretend that Mammon was the one who wrote in th answers, he had to copy his handwriting.

As soon as he wrote the last few words, his pen instantly slipped from his fingers, and his head dropped forward onto his desk, and he was knocked out cold.

The next day, as he discreetly slid the homework papers into Mammon's bag before the teacher began to collect them, he realized that in his haste to do Mammon's homework, he had forgotten to do his. Him, Lucifer, Avatar of Pride, the Mighty Firstborn, the one who never missed a single assignment, was about to get berated for not doing his homework.

He tensed up as the Teacher approached, nodding approvingly as she took Mammon's homework, then held out her hand expectantly at Lucifer, wait for him to hand in his homework.

"𝘐…𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬…."

"𝘌𝘹-𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦?"the teacher stammered, staring at him as if he head sprouted two heads.

He merely sighed, his head dropping as he heard Mammon snicker in the background. Suddenly he heard another voice intervene.

"Teacher! Lucifer did do his homework! I accidentally took it thinking it was mine!"

Lucifer just stared in surprise, confusion, and shock as you gave an embarrassed smile, holding out the homework, his name written across the top. He watched as the teacher glared and lectured you on not stealing other's homework and passing it off as their own, even if it was by mistake.

As the class continued, he could barely focus, as he noticed you place a comforting hand on his thigh, occasionally squeezing it in comfort as they continued their lesson. As he finally began writing his notes in for the class, a small note suddenly got slipped into his hands.

We all appreciate your efforts, especially your brothers. You are truly amazing for doing what you did. We love you -MC

Lucifer couldn't help but blush slightly, a few tears at the corners of his eyes, as he reread each kind word.

He looked sideways at MC, who was ever so focused on their notes, thoughtfully chewing their bottom lip as the worked. It was at this moment that he realized that he truly loved you, and would be willing to kill for them.

After Lilith's death, it was as if no one wanted to appreciate his efforts. True, his sin made it harder to express himself, but his brothers refused to even try to understand him or appreciate why he did what he did. But today, seeing you go out of your way to appreciate him, made him realize that maybe, just maybe, there was some happiness in store for him.

[minniesmutt]

❤︎ ━━━ THE NIGHT

❤︎ ━━━ WC: 3K

❤︎ ━━━  CW: MASTER/SIR KINK, READER REFERRED TO AS PUP/PUPPY, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, DICK JOKES, LINGERIE, DOM/SUB DYNAMIC, DOM!SEUNGMIN, SUB!READER, FINGERING, JEALOUS/POSSESSIVE SEUNGMIN, (1) PUSSY SLAP, DEGRADING/PRAISE, DACRYPHILLIA, COLLAR, ORAL (M.REC), MANHANDELING, SLIGHT FACE FUCKING, MARKING, THIGH SLAPPING, EXHIBITIONISM/VOYEURISM, MENTION OF CONDOM, UNPROTECTED SEX, CUM SHOT, ORGASM DENIAL, EDGING, SUBSPACE (?), AFTERFACE, IMPLIED MORE ROUNDS

     The bar wasn't severely packed when the two groups got there, but it seemed like it was starting to fill. The open mic at the bar was always a hit. Ranged from music majors like 3Racha performing for half an hour to someone just telling jokes. Ji, Chan, and Changbin had gone down earlier than the others to check in and support the other acts. The others met them down not long after it all started, glad they three had saved a spot for everyone. It was near the back, mainly for the camera.

     “Do I have to play camera guard?” Minho asked as Y/n set up her tripod and camera. 

     “Can you? I’ll pay for your drinks.” Y/n asked

     “All right.” Minho shrugged

     “How come you don’t pay for our Seungmin?” Jeongin asked

     “Why would I do that?” Seungmin questioned as he was checking his own camera

     “Y/n, you’re boyfriend is so mean,” Hyunjin complained

     “I know. I like it when he’s mean though,” Y/n smiled

     “Disgusting,” Minho said

     “I’ll out your kinks Lee Minho,” Y/n warned

     “Ooo, government name,” Hyunjin smiled

     “You too Hwang Hyunjin.”

     “Why do I feel like I’m the only one safe here…” Jeongin stated

     “I am too, don’t worry.” Felix laughed

     The act before their friends ended and the audience clapped as they walked off the small stage. Their three friends walked up and the audience clapped again.

     “I’ll stay out of the camera’s way,” Seungmin told his girlfriend as he got up with his own camera.

     “Thanks,” Y/n said as they quickly pecked the others cheek.

     Y/n hit record on hers as the three started their first song after they got introduced onto the stage Y/n sat where Seungmin was sitting as she and Minho made sure people were aware of the camera when walking by. Seungmin took photos during their songs and came back to stand near the group when the group talked. Everyone in the bar seemed to be enjoying the music which was great for the group. Y/n knew they had a good stage presence too so that definitely helped.

     Their half an hour set went by too quickly in most of the group’s opinion— as well as the crowds. Y/n stopped the recording as they walked off stage and dismantled her setup. Seungmin already put his camera away and decided to help his girlfriend as the three performers walked over.

     “Good job guys!” Hyunjin yelled across the table

     The three thanked the group, especially the couple that worked instead of just relaxing and enjoying the music. The nine of them all sat with drinks and watched the rest of the performers. Making commentary here and there

     “Think you guys were ones tonight,” Minho said once the last performer walked off. 

     “You’re going to inflate their ego,” Jeongin complained 

     “It’s not that big.” Chan said

     “You know what is though,” Hyunjin smiled 

     “If you say—“ Minho started 

     “My dick,” Hyunjin smirked 

     “Debatable,” Y/n shrugged as she sipped her drink. The seven others burst out laughing as Hyunjin was in shock. 

     “Hyune if anything’s big about you, it’s your ego,” Changbin told his friend 

     “Is Seungmin bigger?” Hyunjin asked 

     “Don’t bring me into this,” Seungmin said

     “Both of you are about average. Min’s got a little bit more girth.”

     “Which one?” Jisung asked

     “Please do not bring my dick into this mess,” Minho answered 

     “Wait, you guys…” Chan sounded surprised as he looked between Y/n and Minho

     “One time, we were drunk and just met like a week before,” Minho explained 

     “I was a bit of a hoe before Seungmin,” Y/n shrugged

     “A bit?” Felix asked, knowing way too much about his friends’ sexual escapades 

     The group talked for a bit longer before everyone started doing their own thing. Some went to the bar and some just dispersed randomly. 

     “You wanna go back to mine, pup?” Seungmin asked his girlfriend as he placed a kiss on her neck

     “Yeah,” Y/n smiled. The two grabbed their things and found their friends to say goodbye before they left. 

     The couple walked out of the bar with their camera bags and headed back to his apartment. It was a shorter walk to his place from the bar. Seungmin kept his arm around her until they got to the apartment. Only letting her go when he opened the door and let her inside first before following and locking the door. 

     Y/n waited for her boyfriend. Seungmin turned and smiled “Bedroom, pup.”

     “Yes sir,” Y/n said before turning and heading into her boyfriend’s bedroom, setting her camera bags down by his door and jumping onto his bed. Seungmin wasn't far behind her as he set his camera bag next to hers and closed his door behind him. 

     Y/n waited on her knees for him as he approached the bed, grabbing her chin with his fingers as his thumb tapped her lips. 

     “Puppy’s a little whore, isn't she?” he smirked

     “Not anymore,” Y/n replied 

     “No?” Seungmin questioned as he moved closer to her, hand moving down to wrap around her throat. 

     “No,” Y/n confirmed

     Seungmin leaned in and kissed under her jaw, “Why’s that?”

     “‘M masters puppy,” Y/n whined. She’d been wet since he asked if she wanted to leave the bar. She loved how Seungmin knew just the right way to get her to tick. 

     “Good girl,” he chuckled against her skin.

     Seungmin pulled her towards him more and tightened the grip on her neck as he pushed his lips on hers. Y/n moaned against his mouth. She wanted to touch him, pull him closer by his jacket but kept her hands in her lap as his tongue invaded her mouth. Y/n1 let him explore her mouth before pulling away.

     “Strip for me, puppy.” He kissed her lips one more time before releasing her neck and sitting back against the bed while she discarded her shirt and bottoms, leaving her in a lacy two-piece set. Just for him.

     Y/n sat back down between his spread legs. “Been wearing that all night?”

     “Yes sir,” Y/n nodded

     Seungmin sat up, getting closer to her, kissing the top of her breasts. “Just always need sir to fuck you, don’t you?”

     “Yes, just you sir.”

     “Take it off pup.”

     Y/n pulled the material off as Seungmin’s hands and lips started roaming her body. Gentle compared to his earlier words and his commands. His hands came up to grope her breasts, running his thumbs over her nipples. Y/n moaned as she took off the panties and let them join the bra on the floor. 

     Seungmin moved a hand down from her breasts to her core. Running two fingers between her soaked folds. 

     “Get this wet talking about other guys' dicks?” Seungmin grumbled 

     Oh, he was in that mood. Y/n shook her head; he didn’t like that response because he pushed her onto her back and hovered over her, fingers barely dipping past her entrance. Y/n looked wide-eyed at him.

     “Speak pup.”

     “No sir,” Y/n whimpered, “‘s all for you.”

     Seungmin smiled as he pushed his fingers in fully, “This little pussy’s all mine now, right?”

     “Yes,” Y/n ground against his hand 

     Seungmin pulled his fingers out of her and brought his hand down onto her clit. Y/n jumped and moaned at the slap. Tears pricked her waterline. “Gonna have to retrain my dumb puppy tonight.” Seungmin sighed, not talking to her but she still whined in response.

     “‘M sorry sir.”

     Seungmin ‘tsked’ at her before getting off the bed and stripping himself of his jacket. Y/n didn’t dare move from her spot. She didn’t mean to rile him up but lord was it worth it right now in her eyes. She watched as he pulled a couple of things out from his dresser before walking back over to the bed and pulling her up to kneel on the mattress. Y/n let him manhandle her into the position before he slipped on a dog collar around her neck.

     Something he had originally bought for a photo set idea but now it was getting put to good use. He attached a chain leash to the front and smiled at her before twisting the chain around his hand and pulling up. Making her move forward just enough. He grabbed her cheeks in his free hand as he looked down at her. “One last chance pup. Got it?”

     “Got it, sir,” Y/n said as he released his hold on her face and the chain.

     She watched as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his hard cock out of them. Y/n looked up at him and waited for his permission. Just like a good girl should.

     “Get to work pup.”

     Y/n leaned down and kissed to tip as she scooted her body back a little for some more comfort. Putting herself in the doggy position ironically. She used one hand to hold the base of his cock before she wrapped her lips around him. Slowly taking him inside her mouth. To slow for Seungmin’s liking as he thrusted forward into her. Y/n gagged around him as he smiled. Y/n pulled back and bobbed her head on him, tongue gliding on the underside of her cock as she sucked. Seungmin groaned as his free hand grabbed the back of her head. 

     Y/n made a point to take him down her throat a couple of times and pull off and look up at him as her hand stroked him before taking him in her mouth again. Seungmin didn't miss the way the drool ran down her chin and how her mouth hung open when she pulled off. The stare in her eyes alone could make him cum. 

     Soon he was thrusting his hips to meet her pace as he leaned over and slipped two fingers back inside her, stretching her open for him. Y/n moaned with each stretch of his fingers which seem to spur him on more till the hand that was hold the leash came to the back of her head and stilled her as she felt his warm cum shooting down her throat. 

     She closed her eyes and hollowed her cheeks out around him. A few moments later, he pulled back and pulled his fingers out of her. Y/n swallowed the rest of his cum in her mouth before taking a deep breath. 

     Seungmin gave her a moment before moving her onto her back on his bed. Pushing his jeans and boxers off as he climbed in between her legs, tossing his shirt off to join the other bits of their clothing.

     He leaned down over her, lips landing on her collarbone. Sucking on the skin and moving down to her breasts.

     “Sir,” Y/n moaned as she felt him rub against her wet folds. 

     “Use your words pup,” Seungmin mumbled against her breasts 

     “Can puppy have your cock sir? please? I’ve been good.” 

     Seungmin hovered over her and looked over her features. Y/n gave him her best puppy dog eyes and pout, tears staining her face from taking his cock down her throat. 

     “Greedy mutt,” Seungmin scoffed before leaning towards his side table for a condom

     “Sir?” Y/n asked as he pulled the foil out 

     “Yeah pup?” He asked as he sat back

     “Can I have it raw?”

     Seungmin’s eyes caught hers. “You sure pup?”

     “Yeah. I’ve had protection with everyone except two people. I got tested just in case after and came back clean both times,” Y/n told him, “And I’m on birth control.”

     “A hundred percent sure?” Seungmin asked, leaning back over her, not as a dom. More as a boyfriend. 

     “A hundred and ten percent sure, Min. You don’t have too if you’re not comfortable but—“ Y/n was cut off by his lips. 

     “Best way to let everyone know you’re mine,” Seungmin muttered against her lips and tossed the unopened condom to the floor. 

     “Fuck me till I forget about everyone else, sir.” Y/n told him

     “Gladly pup.”

     Seungmin grabbed the base of his cock and lined the tip at her entrance and pushed in. Y/n moaned into their kiss. 

     “You can touch pup. You’ve been a good girl.” Seungmin groaned as the warmth of her walls wrapped around him. 

     Y/n ran her hands down his chest and around his back as he sank into her. Y/n ran her fingers down his back just as he bottomed out and pulled back. Setting a hard but steady pace. Just not before they both heard the front door open and close. 

     Seungmin smiled to himself as he moved his lips down to her neck, kissing over hickeys he previously left that she had covered up for the night. “Don't go quiet on me pup. Wanna hear you all night.”

     “But sir—” 

     Seungmin slapped the inside of her thigh and cut her off. “Doing so good pup. Went and ruined it.”

     “‘M sorry sir.” Y/n said as a couple of tears fell down her cheeks from the slap.

     “Want you to let them know who’s fucking you.”

     A jealous and possessive Seungmin was a hot Seungmin in Y/n’s opinion. Especially when he was drilling into her the way he was now. He grabbed both her legs and pushed them back towards her chest, hands on the back of her thighs. He used them as his leverage as he moved in and out of her. 

     “Fuck,” Y/n cried as he hit deep inside her, “Right there sir. please please please.”

     “Right here?” Seungmin questioned as he aimed at the spot again. 

     “Yes! Please, sir. ‘M cum.”

     “Who said you could cum tonight pup?” Seungmin chuckled at the look in her eyes, pleading with him silently. 

     “Please, sir! Wanna cum on your cock so bad!”

      The words fell on deaf ears as Seungmin continued to abuse the spot and at the slightest indicator she was getting close to the edge, he pulled out. Jacking off over her cunt then sliding back in a few moments later. He watched the tears roll down her cheeks from her multiple ruined orgasms. Hands gripping the sheets so hard her knuckles were significantly lighter than the rest of her perfect skin. 

     Her begging got louder with each denial of her orgasm. Sending him over the edge. Seungmin pulled out of her, cumming on her lower stomach and some landing on her clit. 

     “Look so pretty like this pup,” Seungmin said as he rubbed his cum into her clit, her hips bucking into his hand

     “wan’ cum sir.” Y/n whined, almost gone

     “Hold it pup. Don’t get to cum till master says so.”

     Seungmin lined himself back at her entrance and continued his pace. Denying her orgasms and cumming on her a couple more times. Even took a couple of photos and videos— with her permission— of the teasing. 

     He hit record on his phone as he slipped his cock back in her, capturing the way her body reacted to the over-sensitivity. His cum lay on top of her skin— stomach, thighs, and her labia. 

     He picked up his quick pace again, trying his absolute best to keep the phone steady and hold her thighs down. His phone mic picked up her begging. 

     “Please please please let me cum sir. Been good puppy,” Y/n whined

     “Have you?” Seungmin chuckled

     “Yes Sir! Please let me cum!” 

     “Go ahead pup. Cum on master cock.”

     His thumb rubbed circles into her clit as quickly as he could as her body convulsed and walls clamped down around him. Hips bucking against his as she finally came around his cock. 

     “Good puppy,” Seungmin cooed as he thrusted in a few more times before thrusting in deep and painting her walls with his cum. 

     Seungmin managed to click the end record button and tossed his phone to the side to ride out both orgasms. He gave a few more thrusts before stopping and catching his breath. 

     “Alright, babe?” Seungmin asked as he pulled out of her, pulling her legs down to rest comfortably 

     “Mhmm,” Y/n groaned

     “Hey bubs,” Seungmin leaned down and rubbed her sides, placing kisses along her cheek, “tell me how you’re feeling.”

     “Good,” She mumbled

     Seungmin nodded and helped ground her, pulling her sub space. Asking her questions and keeping in contact with her. 

     “Hungry bub?” He asked once he was sure she was okay again. 

     “No. Just thirsty,” Y/n told him

     “I’ll be right back,” He pecked her lips before getting up and throwing his boxers and t-shirt back on. 

     Hyunjin’s door was closed which meant he was probably in his room which made him smile a bit. He grabbed a couple of bottles of water and a wet rag before going back to his room. He set the water down and cleaned her up a bit. He sat her up and gave her the water to drink. Lying back on his side next to her. 

     “Who’d you sleep with without a condom?” Seungmin asked

     “One was Minho because we were wasted when we did it,” Y/n answered 

     “The other?” 

     “Remember when Hyunjin threw a party here over the summer?”

     “Did he pull out?”

     “You care if Hyunjin did but not Minho?” Y/n giggled as she put the water down on the nightstand

     “Well, he did fuck you a few times when we were talking.”

     “We didn’t know at the time. But jealousy is really hot on you.”

     “Answer my question.”

     “Neither of them did, I think. Pretty sure both times we were wasted and just horny.”

     “Remind me not to lose you at a party.” He said, pulling her down next to him. 

     “Did you ask to come back early because we were talking about the others dicks.”

     “I knew you and Hyune had a past so it didn't bother me, babe. Minho was new information.”

     “We don’t talk about it much and sometimes I forget honestly. There’s nothing there and never was.” Y/n kissed his nose.

     “I trust you guys.”

     “Trust us so much you fucked the hell out of me.” Y/n smiled

     “I’ll do it again.” Seungmin said as he got back on top of her.

     “I’ll never say no,” Y/n smiled as she slipped her hands under his shirt as he pushed his lips down onto hers again.

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[samandcolbyownme]

Ngl I kinda wanna see how Zach is with a pregnant reader. Is he more laid back with the witty comments/jokes? Does he just make different comments/jokes?

P.s.

I love absolutely everything you do. ❤️

Warnings: Pregnancy talk, pregnant!reader, girl dad!Zach, some crying, major fluff

Enjoy!

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Zach would be shocked at first, literally almost like he didn’t know how it happened, he would even say that, too. But, he would be happy and reassure you in every way.

You stood staring down at the hotel’s bathroom sink. The test lighting up with a dark second line that, in all honesty, you weren’t ready to see. “Zach.” You call out, slowly turning towards the door and your nose is met with his chest. You look up at him and he leans against the door, “Need help with somethin’”

He smirks, and raises his brows and you laugh slightly, still in shock about what’s sitting on the other side of your makeup bag, “Um, I mean..” And that’s when it hit you. Tears are instantly blurring your eyes and Zach pulls you into him, “Hey, hey, hey.” He shushes you, rubbing your back, “What’s happening right now?”

He wipes the tears from your face and you motion towards the sink, gasping as you start to cry again. He maneuvers around you to your other side, keeping on hand on you as he looks down to reach for the test, “How the hell did that happen?” You can’t help but laugh, giving him a slight push, “You know how this happened.”

He fingers rub over your hip while he stares down at the test in his hand, “We got this.” He shrugs, looking over at you, “I mean, I can already guarantee you that you’re going be the best mom ever.” You start to cry, laying your head on his chest and he hugs you tight, “It’s okay. Do you want to call Tara?” You nod and he laughs slightly, “Okay, come on. We’ll call Tara.”

Zach would totally lay in bed with you, his head rested gently against your growing baby bump, and just tell jokes. He would have you laughing so hard sometimes, you get a few punches and kicked to the belly every so often and he’s amazed, and slightly freaked out each time.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Zach whispers and you look up, “Hmm.” He looks up at you, “Not you, the baby.” You raise your brows, “Okay. Sorry for interrupting.”

“Yeah, you should be.” He tries not to laugh as he looks back at your belly, pointing lazily towards you, “get a load of this heckler back here, huh.”

You shake your head, laughing quietly as he continues, “Alright, kid. Riddle me this.. why didn’t the chicken cross the road?” He pauses, both of your eyes are on your belly, “To get the other side.”

Zach laughs and gently pats your belly, which finally gets baby girl to kick and he cheers, saying, “That’s right, funny like your daddy.”

Zach would definitely [playfully] pick on you about your midnight/early morning cravings and everyone would defend you.

“Yeah, all because these two-“ he points to you and your baby belly, a smile fighting to appear on his lips as he reminds dramatic, “-had me up at four am to go get breakfast.”

Tara leans over, laying her hand on your belly, “Oh shut up, zach.” She laughs, “You did this to her, so you need to oblige to every request y/n has.” You look over at Zach and he rolls his eyes, “We need to give that baby a clock or something.”

“I don’t think..” Jared sighs with a laugh as he shakes his head, “How do you plan on-“ Jared goes to ask but Zach cuts him off, “Do you really want the answer to that? Because it’s the same way the baby got in there.”

“You do realize that you can say no, right? I mean.. I wouldn’t like saying no to a pregnant lady, but you do you man.” Alyssa laughs. You laugh, looking over at Zach and he slowly shakes his head before nodding, “I love you.”

Zach would definitely stack stuff on your stomach and get sad when baby would kick, knocking his tower over and he would pout.

You glance down, lifting your sunhat a little to see Zach, stacking seashells on your growing baby bump, “Baby. What are you do-“

You gasp when you feel a hard kick from inside your stomach and the small tower Zach was building, falls. He lets out a small scoff, “You’re supposed to be on daddy’s side, sweetheart.”

He sits up and you look at him, “Where are you going?” He stands up and looks down at you, “To find more shells. This isn’t over, yet.”

When you’re nearing the end of your pregnancy and just overall done with it all, Zach is always your safe space, even though he’ll crack a joke or two, you know he can’t help it. It’s just in his nature.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Zach greets you as you walk out of the bedroom. You look over at him, the look of over being pregnant clear on your face. You whine as you walk over to Zach, ““Why won’t she just get out already?”

He welcomes you with open arms, “Come here my babies.” He gives your shoulder a little squeeze before he places a hand on your belly, leaning down close, “Now you listen here little miss.”

You can’t help but smile and lay a hand on his back, “Your mama..” he stifles back a laugh, trying to keep his mood a pretend serious, “..Already has me to deal with, alright? She doesn’t need you having her stubbornness either.”

You look up at him and he presses a quick kiss to your lips, “shhh you didn’t hear that right now.” As much as your hormones want to cry because he called you stubborn, Zach calmed you more than anything else could ever.

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Thank you so much for reading. As always, let me know what you think! I love you all! 🖤

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[sundrop-writes]

oo! I was just unsure of how you could do it for some of the characters but I trust you to come up with good scenarios, you’re always very creative with them.

So, could I ask for how you think teen wolf characters Stiles, Isaac, Lydia, & Derek would react to finding out reader is pregnant? (could be with their baby, or however else you think up bc ofc Lydia can’t get anyone pregnant 😂)

And no you are not alone. I really like pregnancy and baby fics, which is why I was wondering, but I was still a bit worried you weren’t up for it for this particular fandom! It’s very fun to read about having an imaginary family with my fav characters and the variety of diff scenarios that could lead to it.

'I'm sure you could come up with something good' - and the first time I read this message, I came up with something delightfully insane for Lydia. so strap in omg

I am also glad that I'm not the only one who likes pregnancy and kid fics!!! I think they are so much fun because it has elements of drama and fluff and caring. It's such a nice soup of emotions. I really hope you like what I have done here.

Teen Wolf requests are OPEN. Please read my Rules before requesting!

How would the pack react to finding out that you're pregnant with their baby?

Included: Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, and Derek Hale.

Warnings: usually I do GN readers for reactions but this one called for fem!reader - the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina (and has the ability to get pregnant); in Lydia's section, the reader is a werewolf; mentions of the reader having typical pregnancy symptoms; sexual themes (baby making - duh), some sentences that could be considered smutty?; I think Isaac's part is the longest because we know I have a fucking soft spot for him; mentions of unprotected sex (again - duh); mentions of the abuse Isaac experienced from his father (not detailed); umm idk what else - generally mature themes? But no major warnings other than that.

Stiles would freeze up. He would be so unsure how to react to the information that for a while, he wouldn't react at all.

When the words came out of your mouth, he thought he had misheard you.

"Stiles, I - I'm pregnant."

"What?" He gaped in response.

"I'm pregnant." You affirmed gently.

He sat there, frozen with shock, and didn't say anything for a long time.

He was overwhelmed with too many thoughts and emotions. He wanted to be happy, but he felt like he wasn't ready for this. But he also wasn't ready for half the things that had happened to him in life so far - being kidnapped (more than once), having friends die or nearly die around him, being possessed by a thousand year old demon and fighting to be freed.

This was good, right?

It was you. He wanted you, he wanted everything that came with a life with you.

But it was so soon.

His dad was going to kill him.

"Stiles, say something, please-" You begged quietly, and when your eyes began to brim with tears, that broke him free from his horrible shock.

He couldn't stand to see you hurt. He jumped off the bed and swept you into a hug, holding you tight. Instinctively, you squeezed him back, seeking the comfort that always came from his touch.

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry." He said, whispering into your neck. "I'm sorry, I know this is bad-"

"You think it's bad?" You posed in return, misconstruing his words. "So - so you don't want to keep it?"

His heart shook in his chest.

Of all the things he had been thinking, that was not one of them.

"No." He said sharply, pulling away from the hug to get a good look at your tearful face. Your features were still twisted with pain, and he absolutely hated it. "I just - I just meant that you're upset, and that's bad."

"Well - what about the pregnancy part?" You asked urgently. "What do you think about that part?"

"It's scary as hell." He answered honestly. Your lip quivered, and he rushed to say more. "But for once in my life, I think it's the good kind of scary, like - like roller coasters or scary movies where you know nobody actually gets hurt, or - or spicy hot wings." He rambled on. "I'm terrified, but I think this is gonna be amazing. There's nobody else that I'd rather have a baby with than you."

Saying the word 'baby' out loud made it all terribly real.

You gave him a wet, tearful smile, and then pulled him into a kiss.

Isaac would be upset and insecure.

After you told him, Isaac ran - he ditched out of your bedroom window, leaving you alone and tearful, and after you spent days in bed sobbing (your sadness likely multiplied by the pregnancy hormones), you would be determined to track him down. Even if he didn't agree to be a father, even if he didn't own up to it, at the very least, you needed to finish the conversation you had started. You needed closure - the end of the relationship, if that's what he wanted.

After days of him dodging you, you finally managed to catch him at Derek's loft. It was clear that he wanted to run again, but Derek's words about owning up to his responsibilities were ringing in his ears, and he decided that at the very least, he owed you an explanation. He would give you the conversation you so desperately wanted.

"What the fuck, Isaac?" You barked at him, tears edging in your eyes again at seeing him for the first time in a week. "What the hell is wrong with you? I-"

"You really want me to run down that fucking laundry list now?" He snapped, more bitter and rage fuelled than you had ever seen him. His voice caused chills down your spine. "Because I'm surprised it's taken you this long to notice one thing, let alone half of it!"

This was not the man who you had fallen in love with. This wasn't your sweet, loving Isaac. This wasn't the man who had taken you to bed, kissed over every inch of your body, made you so ripe with passion that something like a condom felt insignificant compared to the cosmos you saw in his eyes as he pushed his cock inside of you.

"Isaac, what are you talking about?" You asked, your voice small, barely edging above a whisper as you stared him down carefully, searching through his eyes - wondering if everything before this had just been an act to get you into bed.

All you saw boiling up inside of him was hurt, and it made you ache too.

"I don't expect you to know." He sighed fitfully, shaking his head.

You put a hand over your stomach, a protective instinct, and his gaze focused there. Regret splashed up inside of him, and he couldn't contain his next words.

"When you told me you were pregnant, did you expect the fucking sun to shine down and angels to sing and some fucking - Hallmark bullshit?" He questioned, clearly jaded.

You hadn't expected that, but you hadn't expected him to run away. Part of you expected him to be happy.

"I can't be happy about this." He told you, almost as if reading your mind. "I have shitty, horrible DNA. I'm a monster, Y/N." You gave him a puzzled look, and he continued. "I'm not talking about the werewolf thing - my father was a horrible person. You know that. I can't be around a kid. I can't have a baby. I can't risk it."

He said the last part softly, that terrible regret lacing his voice, and suddenly, in that moment, it all became crystal clear to you. He thought his father's abusive ways would be hereditary.

Your chest clenched with a horrible pain, and you wandered across the room toward him, and instinctively, he backed away from you.

"Don't." He said, continuing to eye your stomach sharply. You realized now that he thought he was protecting your baby by staying away from it, staying away from you.

You inched toward him again, this time managing to snag his hand, which you brought to place flat on your stomach. You were early in your pregnancy, not showing (your stomach not any different than it normally would be) - but something wolfish inside of him flared with protectiveness, something could sense that different thing about you. It was subtle, but he could feel and hear another heartbeat under his palm. He wanted to run again, but feeling this, being so close - it caused him to relax against you, instinctively wrapping his other arm around your shoulders and pulling you close.

"Isaac, you're nothing like your father." You told him quietly. "You're not going to hurt our baby-"

"But what if I do?" He argued, his voice cracking with fear.

"You won't." You assured him. "We both know that you won't."

Lydia would be shocked - in denial. Because - what the fuck is happening? This shouldn't be scientifically possible, right? Right?

At first, she was convinced that you cheated on her. She freaked out about that. She screamed at you, threw things. You cried because you hated that she was accusing you of such a horrible crime, even if you understood why (to an extent). She shouldn't be able to get you pregnant, so it was perfectly sane to think that you had cheated on her with a guy during the course of your relationship - even though you hadn't. This was crazy. This shouldn't be possible.

When you had first started feeling the symptoms - the nausea, the irritability, the generally off feeling, something that kept nagging at you and had all of your senses on edge, you hadn't even thought to take a pregnancy test. Even when you missed your period, you assumed that it was stress, not eating right... a laundry list of other things before you would have assumed this.

But then - Derek pulled you aside and asked why you smelled like that. He said the only other time he had smelled it was when he was much younger - before the fire, when one of his aunts was pregnant. You told him that it wasn't possible, and he told you that his nose never lied.

So - driven crazy by the thought, and believing it to be impossible, you peed on the stupid little stick. And then another, and then another, entirely in disbelief. And when you dumped a bunch of pee covered sticks onto Scott's Mom's kitchen counter, much to her horror, asking her if there was any way they could be wrong. She told you it was unlikely, but took you to the hospital to get you a blood test, and when it came back positive, she asked you who the father was.

She gave you that same fish-gaped mouth when you told her.

"Lydia." You sighed. "Lydia is the father. She's the only person I've ever had sex with."

And this left you and Lydia in Derek's kitchen with him and Stiles, with your positive blood test sitting in the middle of the counter, Stiles pouring over every book he could find on the subject - all of you irritably confused.

"How?" Lydia gaped, still in shock. "How?"

"I don't know." Derek shrugged. "You tell me."

"And - and you didn't cheat on me?" Lydia asked you, still believing this to be the most logical answer.

"Yes." Derek answered, cutting you off. "She's not lying. That much I can tell you."

You were glad that he backed you up on this, but it still left everyone confused and searching for answers.

"Look, okay, Lydia - you survived the Alpha bite, you have some weird immunity." Stiles said, pausing between his frantic page flipping. "Maybe... this is what happens when you have sex with a werewolf?"

Lydia scoffed and you hid your face in your hands with embarrassment. You wondered if it had something to do with the full moon. The last time - you had been so full of energy, pulsing with power as the moon came to its fullness overhead, and you had pinned her down, spent hours rubbing your cunt raw against hers. But you never thought that anything the two of you did could result in a pregnancy.

"Maybe it would help if you tell me exactly what you two did?" Stiles suggested - he was thinking of it from a theoretical, scientific standpoint, not realizing how perverted this sounded until after it left his lips.

"Really?!" Lydia glared at him.

You picked up a nearby vase and threw it at him without hesitation, and he dodged it, causing it to smash against the wall behind his head, disintegrating into dust.

"Okay, bad idea!"

"Just shut up and keep reading."

Derek would be intensely protective. From the second the words came out of your mouth, the entire axis of his world shifted. Everything became about you and protecting you and your unborn baby.

"Derek, I think I'm pregnant."

Everything suddenly made sense. The change in your scent, the odd way you had been acting, the fact that you had been sick recently.

He couldn't contain the deep, feral growl he let out - the way his eyes lit up as the news fully overtook him. The flash of red made you mistake him as angry, and your entire body sagged.

"Look, I'm sorry, but this isn't just my fault-" You hissed sharply at him, and he cut you off by sealing his lips over your own, smothering you in an intense, hot, confusing kiss.

Of course he knew that it wasn't 'just your fault'. The two of you had sex plenty of times, but if he wasn't mistaken, he remembered the night vividly well-

You thought it would be funny to tease him by tempting him with a chase through the woods, and it ended with you stomach down in a clearing, your cheek pressed against the dirt while he fucked into you roughly from behind, growling warnings in your ear, telling you not to tease him again. (Which only made you want to do it again, and again.)

"Don't be sorry, moonflower." He mumbled against your lips, using his nickname for you. "Don't ever be sorry about this."

The passion that overtook his voice sent chills down your spine. You were speechless.

"Derek?" You questioned, a quiet chirp that almost died off in your throat.

"From now on, you don't leave my sight, do you understand me?" He said, gently running his knuckles across your face, as sweet and soothing as you had ever seen him.

Before, he had been subtle in his protection of you. Reaching over to snap on your seatbelt before you could do it yourself, always putting an arm around you, especially in the face of danger, making sure that he walked in front of you if thought there might be a threat around. He had never been this outright passionate about his protection of you before.

But he would never risk the life of his unborn child - he would never let anybody come between him and the woman who was going to mother that child. It was a sacred bond now.

"Yes, of course." You couldn't help but to agree.

Then, Derek surprised you when he knelt down in front of you, placing his forehead on your stomach and gently closing his eyes as if partaking in the solitude of prayer. Which, he was - uttering silent promises to your unborn child, worshipping at the altar of the powerful, beautiful woman who was going to bring that baby into this world.

It left you speechless once again, and all you could do was run your fingers through his hair, further adding to his peace.

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Reformed Playboy Gojo? Yes, please!

Playboy BF Gojo loves to spend, he had a spoilt childhood with his parents catering to his every need. You can see this in your relationship with his need to spend money on you all the time. At first, you felt uncomfortable, it felt too much like charity, but he wouldn't take no for an answer, it started off with large things, like an actual car for your birthday when you complained about how hot public transport was in the summer and an apartment in your name just because.

Playboy BF Gojo never would have pictured himself being so domestic with you, he was a total player. Went out all the time, so much so that the bars and clubs all knew him by name. Women fawned over him, and even some men. His phone had women saved under numbers and addresses, #25 Downtown blondie.

Playboy BF Gojo met you at his parent's company, you worked as the head of secretarial duties and were under the direct supervision of his father. His father was fond of you and your work ethic and often wondered where he went wrong with Gojo who was the complete opposite of you.

Playboy BF Gojo had a discussion with his father and mother about the future of the company and whether or not he was going to settle down and provide some heirs, Gojo adamantly refused the idea of having an arranged marriage with some uptight virgin that his parents wanted him to breed and pop out an heir and a spare. Instead, he told them that he was in a relationship already, you.

Playboy BF Gojo brought the idea of fake dating up to you whilst you were on your lunch break, you choked on some air and he handed you some water, ever the obnoxious man "I know I am a catch but please don't lose your breath over me," you rolled your eyes and resolutely told him absolutely not. You were happy at your job, and you finally got that promotion you have been dying for, why would you risk that to satisfy some rich guy who could easily get someone else to do this?

Playboy BF Gojo took to showing up every day for work to hang out with you, he would begin the day by giving you your coffee order- did he memorise that? and sitting down at your desk until you give him attention. He is an attention whore to the max, god forbid you to be busy with your actual job, he would just be in a strop and be sulky for the rest of the day. "Ever heard of deligating, hm?" Gojo has never in the history of his entire life ever been at work for this long, he even learnt some things about the company's management and general business like the major acquisition that he wouldn't have known about if not for you being stressed about.

Playboy BF Gojo hates seeing you stressed, he understands that you have work to do, but he doesn't understand your love for your job and your colleagues. His father pulled you into an emergency meeting and you left at 10 pm, but you left with a smile. You were shocked that he waited for you but when you asked about it he simply rolled his eyes and told you to hop onto his motorcycle. Dropping you home and waiting till you headed in through the door.

Playboy BF Gojo was making you feel quite confused, he was acting out of sorts by being so thoughtful. The small things were making you blush and have butterflies in your stomach, god you were giggling to yourself after you closed the door on him. You guys have been getting closer and closer and you could honestly call him a friend. Gojo is much more than that playboy persona he uses to drive people away, he's thoughtful and kind.

Playboy BF Gojo is possessive, you could equate this to his childhood, he was never one to share toys as an only child with a silver spoon in his mouth. So when he walked into the office with your morning coffee and saw you laughing at a joke one of your male subordinates was making and saw his hand on your shoulder, he saw red. It wasn't like you were dating but you were his, everyone knew that. So is it any wonder when he staked his claim to you with no words but pinning eye contact with the man?

Playboy BF Gojo deleted all the women off of his phone with no thought, blocking all the persistent ones. You started to notice a change in his behaviour, the usually arrogant and quite honestly annoying man became slowly a kind and sincere person who respects you.

Playboy BF Gojo took you out to get dinner, he was nervous. That sent alarm bells to your head, Gojo nervous? Impossible, his conceited exterior obviously wasn't working today. But then he surprised you with your favourite flowers and a heart-wrenchingly beautiful note to accompany it. He grinned and told that's not all and pulled out of his pocket a rectangular velvet box, you look up at him and he hands it to you, it was a diamond necklace. Understated, despite his love for being extra, it was wonderful. Gojo asked you out sincerely and you accepted his hand.

Playboy BF Gojo was nervous before your first kiss, it was illogical he's done a lot more than kiss other women, but with you it was different- he's never felt so in love, it was suffocating to him. He leaned into your face and looked at your lips, then your eyes and back to your plush lips, as if to ask for permission. Gojo pressed his lips to yours in a practised fashion, turning his head and pushing further into you to discover all the crevasses in your mouth.

Playboy BF Gojo loves seeing become undone by his actions, you really were a blushing virgin when it came to him. He came out of the shower shirtless, wearing just a towel. You followed a drip of water down the middle of his abs, pausing to look at him with a shit-eating grin adorning his face. You loved the little things like him wearing a long sleeve shirt and pulling the cuffs to his elbows so all you can focus on for the day are his forearms.

Playboy BF Gojo was gentle, it wasn't your first time, to say the least as much as he likes to make fun of you. You were incredibly nervous that he wouldn't enjoy it, you rationalise it by thinking that he used to enjoy the club nightlife and have had many sexual encounters with different women. He made it a point not to hide anything from you because he had faith that no matter what you would respect that it was in the past. But you can't help but feel out of your depth, he moves with a swiftness that only proves how experienced Gojo is.

Playboy BF Gojo used a lot of foreplay, making sure you were comfortable with everything he was doing before he actually did anything. Ensuring you were ready, he leaned into you, his breath tickling the nape of your neck, "I'm going to fuck you so well you lose all your inhabitions and by the end of all this the only thing you will be asking me is for more."

Playboy BF Gojo loves to give you good aftercare, he likes to do the works, bubble baths with expensive aromantic oils he bought just for you and massages with your favourite lotions he took note of the last time he stayed over at yours.

Playboy BF Gojo doesn't like being called a playboy anymore.

Playboy BF Gojo only likes to go by your BF Gojo.

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Twenty-Four - If Poetry Was A Person.

playlist; Cherry-lana del rey / the night we met-lord huron

wc: 6.5k

warnings; slightly suggestive, sprinkles of angst.

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You thought about how this day would go all night. Tossing and turning in your bed going through all the possible outcomes of meeting up with Hyunjin. Unlocking the box of memories you had turned a blind eye to you. It wasn’t a pleasant experience to say the least. Drowning yourself in a sea of endless smiles that turned into venomous words. Clawing their way back to your heart and stinging just the same way it did back when you were sixteen and had seen them fall from Hyunjin’s mouth so easily. Like you didn’t mean anything to him. Around 3:00 am, your fingers had hesitated. Itching across the lit screen of your phone and begging you to start typing. To tell Hyunjin forget about this whole stupid thing.

You never send the text, even when your fingers stare back at you in disappointment. As if they too are wondering when you have become a slave to pain.

However, when you’re walking out your house at exactly 10:15 am to see Hyunjin waiting for you, an overwhelming heat surges up your body and regret starts swirling in you. He eyes you lazily, leaning back on his blood red motorcycle. A splash of shocking color in contrast to your pale expensive neighborhood.

“didn’t know you owned a motorcycle.” You comment, stepping forward until only a few inches are separating your bodies. His eyes scan your body, trailing down, they linger on your thigh highs for a second too long but not long to satisfy the hunger he has for you. Just long enough for you to feel a sense of pride. Knowing you made the right choice wearing it.

You watch him, and he watches you. The wall of tension seem to build itself around you, caging you both and swearing to never let you out even when you’re suffocating.

“I didn’t.” he straightens. Running his hand on smooth black leather of the bike, slowly “this is minho’s baby” he explains and you hear him but you’re not really listening. Your eyes follow his fingers, imaginary pictures of those hands being on your body swirls around in your mind, plastering themselves on these walls that only seem to harden the more you see him. It has you flushing. Wrapping your arms around yourself as a wind walks by, evidence of the ever so slowly building cold in the weather.

“I thought you wouldn’t fancy taking the bus.”

“What happened to your car?” You ask, voice soft. Recollections of his blue Nissan Versa that he used to drive around so proudly.

It steals Hyunjin’s breath away. “I sold it.” He answers with no further explanation. An avoidance in his stare when they flit to a random rock on the sideway. A couple of hundred questions tap on the roof of your mouth, screaming to be let out. You swallow them down, reminding yourself that you’re in no place to be inquisitive.

“Shall we get going?” he clears his throat, turning from you and it’s all happens in an instant. The skipping beat of your heart, your longing fingers and you lurching forward. Hyunjin stops in his tracks, a tug on his black jacket has his breath hitching. As if you’re the one who touched him. Feels the hairs on his body stand up in anticipation.

He turns his head, looking back at you. A question in his gaze and a yearning that follows at the pinks of your cheeks. You look so alluring, so tempting his hands itch to touch you. To take you. He ties himself up, tells himself it’s too soon.

You open your mouth and close it a couple of times, unsureness clog your throat. A bigger shadow, a threatening feeling called fear takes over the majority of your brain “I’ve never..” you suck in a deep breath. Your eyes flit to the ground, the heat growing on your cheeks almost overwhelms you. Has you sweating “I’ve never ridden a bike before. I’m kind of scared Hyunjin.” You admit, tone vulnerable and shy.

It has Hyunjin’s heart swelling in his chest. It weakens him, as if you’re holding gun right at his heart and the minutes ticks by agonizingly slow. Your eyes flicker to his and there goes your finger. Pulling the trigger. blood from his heart droops out into a pathetic pool under you. “It’s okay,” he breaths out, facing you and your fingers loosen. Letting go of him and he finds himself wishing you wouldn’t.

He moves to get closer to you. The height of the sidewalk giving you a few inches yet he still towers over you. Reminding you again of how much smaller you are to him. You will yourself not to look away from him. Even when his hands reach for you, his fingers brush an out of place strand of your hair. He tucks it behind your ear “I got you,” he whispers in the gray space between you. His words loop around looking for a place to stay only to linger sadly, aimlessly. You let out a shaky exhale.

His knuckles brush your cheek softly. Cosplaying a sweet lover you know he will never be. completely opposite to how rough his hand is. An evidence of how hard his days has been “I just have to show you what it’s really like.” An underlining meaning pokes at you. The smirk that tilts his pink lips upwards only confirms it. You feel like a pervert who has been exposed even though nothing had come out of your mouth.

“Maybe I should change my clothes.” You mumble, your bottom lip juts out in a small pout. His eyes darken a shade. An overwhelming need swallows him. He wishes to take your lips into a bruising kiss. A promise of breaking you down that he only hopes you’d be willing to take.

“Don’t. I like your outfit.” His thumb brushes under your bottom lip. Faintly and it has you growing dizzy. How easy it is for him touch you. It feels like nothing has changed. Like months of poison like emotions didn’t build for him and like he wasn’t wasting his time finding new routes just to avoid the possibility of running into you.

“I’m gonna flash the entire neighborhood trying to get on that thing.” You complain, a whine laces your tone that you aren’t so aware of. Aren’t aware of the effect it has on Hyunjin.

“I’ll actually kill myself if you do that.” He says so seriously. Expression blank that your lips can’t help but form into a playful smile. The walls of tension seem to get tighter around you. He watches your fingers trail down your skirt. Grabbing the end of your skirt, his hand circle your wrist. Halting your movements “Don’t. I’m serious.” Hyunjin’s eyes narrow. A warning in his tone that has your stomach tying itself in knots. Pushing to tempt him more. Argue with his buttons until he can’t anymore.

But you decide against it. Reminding yourself this isn’t what this date is about. If you could even call it that.

“Let’s go. I’ll help you get on.” You nod wordlessly. His arm circles your waist leading you towards his bike. You throw your leg over the seat, one hand balancing itself on Hyunjin’s shoulder while the other is holding your skirt from rising up.

Somehow you misplace one of your feet, the heel of your boot offers no support, and it slips. A gasp escapes your lips. Your fingers desperately clutch onto the pads of his jacket “woah easy,” he cautions. His arms pull you towards him, impossibly closer. His other hand is on the exposed skin of your thigh. Holding you in place. His short nails slightly scratch the skin, leaving a burning sensation behind. With the spinning of your mind you aren’t sure if that is the punishment of his touch or if he left a reddening mark behind. You hope it’s the latter.

“you okay?” you nod mutely.

He helps you on the bike, his hand lingers on your thigh. A ghost of his fingers trails the inside of your thigh. You want to swat his hand away, You want to glare at him. Throw your usual snarky comments to him but you’re blank. Tongue heavy in your mouth. You try to convince yourself it’s all misplaced touches but the way his lips are slowly pulling into that knowing half smirk full of trouble and charm, you know that’s not the case.

“So where are we going?” you ask his back, a pathetic attempt to calm the murderous beating of your heart. Trying to shush the calling of Hyunjin’s name “I booked us two tickets to an art gallery.” He answers, turning to face you with a helmet between his hands. You will yourself not to focus on the way his fingers move when he’s adjusting the straps “art gallery?” you repeat in question. He hums back, a sound so similar to a melody your heart would love to sing to. He fixes your hair for you again, patting the top of your head to calm down any hairs that were messed up by the wind “Didn’t you tell me you had a project with Yuna? I thought that would help.” He explains, fitting the helmet onto your head.

“oh.” His eyes dart down to you, a question lingers in the lock of your eyes but none of you speak. He turns away from you to put his own helmet on. You burn, wondering what his deal is.

He swings his leg over, climbing onto the motorcycle with so much ease that it has you a little embarrassed “You ready?” he asks turning to look at you as he pushed up the visor. You shake your head in rising panic, the sound of engine reminds you of your beating heart “I’m really scared Hyunjin.” Your wide eyes, glinting like they never lost their spark, like you were still teenagers has Hyunjin dizzy. The dusted pink of your cheek because of how cold it is has him swallowing around nothing. Your beauty was unmatched, not like anything he had ever seen.

“it’s okay,” he finds himself whispering for you repeatedly, afraid he’ll break you if he speaks any louder “just hold onto me” he instructs as he grips your smaller hand in his, guiding it around his waist. The feeling of his hard abdomen throws you in a different loop of panic “yeah?” he waits for you, seconds pass by you and then you’re nodding. He shakes in disapproval, a tsk out of his lips almost has you squirming on the leather seats “talk to me I need to hear your voice.”

“okay.” You whisper in faux coldness clinging to the edge of your voice, desperately trying not to lie down in this puddle of emotions and beg Hyunjin to take you. You didn’t know what exactly you were waiting, hoping for.

But the ever so rare kindness of him pulls on your heartstrings so easily. Completely washing over every scar that was originally caused by him. You aren’t sure if you were easy or just has your body foolishly missed the touch of your first love.

A scream left your lips as Hyunjin suddenly revved the engine and the motorcycle lurched forward, a chuckle bubbles in his chest when your arms tighten around him as your journey to the art gallery begins.

Once you’ve arrived, you’re a little breathless mostly due to your subsiding fear but deep in the pits of your soul you know it’s because your palm had wandered. A mind of their own until it ended up sprawled on Hyunjin’s chest. You could still feel the beat of his heart tattooed on your palm. Questioning if it was for you or was the rush of adrenaline a better candidate.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it princess?” Hyunjin mocks, a glint in his dark eyes as he takes off his helmet. Outstretching his palm to you. You scowl “I almost died, asshole.”

He laughs, freeing butterflies you didn’t know you had kept trapped in cages within your stomach. His impatience takes control when you refuse to take his hand. Reaching for you, he circles your wrist tattooing himself on you once again “I told you,” Your pulled into his chest, an innocence douses the gaze in your eyes while his only seem to wither in darkness “I got you.” He reminds you of his earlier words, a promise he keeps.

You huff out a breath, freeing your wrist from him and your eyes from the shackles of his demons “whatever, let’s just go.” You turn away from him, hurrying across the parking lot while Hyunjin follows is lazy strides. Eyes lingering everywhere on the back of your body. A foreboding glint in his eye.

Your feet taps in running patience on the ground, watching as Hyunjin hands the tickets to the receptionist. If the overdoing of her batting her eyelashes and the twirling of hair between her fingers is anything to go by, it isn’t hard to tell that she’s trying to flirt with him. Hyunjin in complete oblivion only furrows his eyebrow in growing confusion at the seemingly endless chatter of her. Despite the twig of jealousy you feel you find yourself unable to blame her.

You watch as her eyes darting between you and Hyunjin. Him nodding at her before he’s finally walking to you without much expression “she asked me if we were together.” He informs you when he’s close enough.

“Is that so?”

“She also said if I need anything I can talk to her,” he starts walking and you follow closely behind “so she’s trying to fuck you.” He stops in his stride, looking back at you with an arched brow “where did you get that from?”

You stare at him blankly, wondering if this is an act he’s pulling or if he’s serious. The momentary silence has you chuckling, Turning your head to the side to hide your smile. His eyes follow you, his body betrays him. Hoping for a glimpse of your face “come on Hyunjin, she’s a receptionist what else could you need from her?”

“Directions?”

“Uh huh,” you reply sarcastically, continuing your walk past him as he this time follows you close ���I’m sure in this big ass gallery it would make sense to walk all the way back to the receptionist for directions.” You throw him a look over your shoulder, your hair is thrown over your shoulder and even now in midst of pieces among pieces of art you manage to be the prettiest piece of art he had ever seen.

“You don’t look too happy,” you comment when he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, absentmindedly “why would I be happy about that?”

“Because a girl wants to fuck you? Isn’t that what it takes to make a guy happy.”

“I’m not like the other guys.” You roll your eyes at him, stopping by a painting of the sun going down. He stops right beside you “I’m 5’10 and I hate Andrew Tate by the way.” You try to hold back your laugh, biting down on your fuller bottom lip. He stares at you, scrutinizing your futile attempts at holding back your giggles. It doesn’t last long before you’re breaking down in heavenly like laughter, your hand comes up to cover your mouth while the other pushes uselessly at his shoulder “stop.” You whine.

Hyunjin doesn’t budge, his expression softens at your beauty. Breathtakingly unfair. That even when your laughter dies down, an awkwardness settles between as your eye contact lasts a second too long. Long enough for your heart to starts calling for him. Praying for an answer back.

It's four hours later that when you’re emerging from the building, the unforgiving sun warms up the coldness of the weather around you. You hug your body, a bounce in your walk as you try to follow up with Hyunjin. The tightness of your skirt and height of your heels giving you a disadvantage. Sensing your absence he pauses in his tracks, looking over his shoulder at you.

Watching you try to catch up to him in your smaller and weaker body has his thoughts darkening. Eyes narrowing. It’s a weird urge, a temptation of the devil that whispers to him about how he should make you his. It hits him out of nowhere, has him lost in thought that it takes him a minute to realize you made it next to him. A puzzled look at his silence.

So naïve.

“Having trouble, princess?” he taunts, swallowing back his desires. You huff, annoyance quickly taking over your pretty features.

“Shut up.” Your curled fist means to punch his shoulder but he catches it in his palm, fingers curling around your wrist instead and in one swift movement he pulls you into his chest. Your nose is buried in his cream colored neck, drowning in the scent of peaches.

“Do I need to do everything for you? Need me to carry you?” he taunts, a mean edge to his voice that has you weak in the knees for reasons you don’t wanna think about. You rake your brain trying to find something to say but the engines in your head seem to malfunction every time you’re one step closer to this man “Hmm?” He urges for an answer that you cannot give. Eyes eager.

You shake your head dumbly, not finding your voice and Hyunjin eyes gleam with satisfaction. Expected you to fight back. He rewards you with the brush of his thumb on your pulse.

“Come on,” he tugs on your wrist gently, urging you to follow him “there’s one more place I want to take you.”

It gives you whiplash; how easy it is for him to switch. He’s mean but then he’s gentle and he toys with the line so expertly it leaves you thirsty for more. Discovering sides of you that you didn’t know were in you all along. So, when you’re finally at his bike, he hands you, your helmet. You stand still, chewing on your bottom lip in something akin to shame.

Your fingers curl around his jacket just like this morning, halting his movement and he looks back at you over his shoulder, pleasure evident in the curl of his smirk “Mhm?”

“Do you-“ you exhale “do you think you could help me on the bike again?” awkwardness seeps into your fingers. He pauses at your cheeks turning pink, you’re turning your head, trying to bury it in your shoulder in shyness and Hyunjin eyebrows drop. Eyes drinking the sight of you, and he’s hungry.

“Of course, kitten.” The endearment has you curling on yourself. Hyunjin feels like a sadist because you squirming under his dark eyes might be his new favorite thing.

“Come here,” he whispers to you softly, coaxing you into the lion’s den and just like a naïve hopeless bunny you follow. You take his hand; his other arm circles your waist in a familiar scene to this morning and with more ease you climb onto the bike.

“Do you need me to help you with this too?” he gestures to the helmet with a tilt of his chin. With burning cheeks, glazed eyes that are stuck on your lap you nod. Hyunjin’s eyes narrow, burning holes in the top of your head. His index finger is on your chin guiding you to look up at him “I didn’t catch that, pretty.”

The thoughts of the torrential rain of sensations has you burning in shame and need. A need that you weren’t even aware you wanted till you locked eyes “yes please,” you breath out and Hyunjin smiles as if he’s proud of you. He fits the helmet onto your head with pleasure dripping from his fingers.

“Woah.” You speak in awe, the scent of ocean invades your nostrils. Welcoming you right where you belong. You get off the bike. A gleaming smile taking its claim on your face and like a madman drowning in love Hyunjin watches you light up with excitement.

“Let’s go. Come on!” you urge, a bounce in your step that has him melting like candle wax. You’re cute. Perhaps a little too cute for his own liking.

“Hold on,” he orders, pulling on your wrist and leading you to sit back on the leather of his bike. You look at him puzzled, a question dying at the tip of your tongue when he kneels in front of you. His fingers move to untie your shoelace “you wanna feel the water, no?” He speaks as he pulls on the strings. You stare at him silently. His act of gentleness leaving you dizzy with emotions you refuse to name. The words you want to say are listless and without control.

His hands are on the back of your leg as he pulls your boot off, it goes with ease. At your silence, he looks back up and you’re both taken aback by the moment you find yourselves in. The wind plays through your hair, strands flying away from your face and your eyes take him back to when you were still in love with him. When he still burned for you and didn’t have to deny his need for you.

“Do you pity me, Hyunjin?” you ask carefully, hoping for an answer that will kill off this unyielding hope in you yet needing one that will help it bloom.

“Why would I pity you Y/N?” you give a non-committal shrug “Do you feel sorry for me? Because of everything I told you?” you ask in a small voice, overwhelmed by the unjust reality of his small actions.

“I don’t feel sorry for you Y/N.” his voice is unwavering, confident in ways that will only confuse you more. Did he enjoy keeping you on the tips of your toes or were you a foolish individual stolen away by the charm of Hwang Hyunjin.

“You don’t believe me?” he presses, squeezing your leg lightly. You avoid his eyes, gaze lost on the sea behind him. He follows in desperate attempts to catch them “Why are you being so nice to me then? Taking care of me like this?” you ask, unconvinced. He lets out a breath, his hand reluctantly moves upwards and squeezes gently just right under your knee, his thumb rubs soothing circles on your clad skin.

“I can’t be nice to you unless I’m pitying you?”

“You know that’s not what I meant.” You pout “I just wanna make you feel better,” he explains gently as if he sees the thorns of anxiety that are slowly curling around you. His hand keeps inching upwards until he rests his palms at your thigh “You don’t like it when I take care of you?” he hums softly, and you shake your head. Feeling like a kid who’s too immersed in their feelings to grasp the reality of anything that’s going around them.

“I do,”

“Good.” He smiles up at you “because I like taking care of you too. It’s what I always do for you remember?”

But you loved me back then.

Are words that end up stuck in your throat with nowhere to really go. Dying down along with a million other things you wish to say, you wish to ask but they all fall hopelessly, curling right next to your blue pool of sadness that only seem to grow bigger. You plunge yourself in it. Hoping to drown and maybe then none of this will matter anymore.

“Should I take off your thigh highs too?” Hyunjin asks when the silence between you stretches.

You nod “Please.” Voice doused in vulnerability that he only seems to see. Yet you remain inattentive to the demons he’s fighting against. All the little voices that are screaming for him to lunge forward, take you into his arms and never let go. His mind tells him that this is the only choice, he won’t have to look for you in others. Won’t have to feel disappointment that none of them are on par with you.

He keeps his eyes locked with you as his fingers slowly itch upwards leaving behind a trail of flowers that will surely wither and die. Because he won’t be able to water them, won’t be there to touch you again like this. His fingers hook into the top of your thigh highs, the feeling of his cold fingers against your skin has you slightly jumping, mouth open in a quiet gasp. And Hyunjin eats it up like a starved man. He basks in it, the way you react to his touch. The flutter of your eyelashes when he pulls the soft fabric down and down, down. Like he’s stealing your sanity away with him. His gaze is dark upon you as he moves to your other leg. Making a show that its only purpose is to torture you. He’s addicted. To the glazing of your eyes, the blushing you and he wants nothing more to control it, to witness you lose all autonomy.

“Thank you,” you whisper to him when he successfully takes the second off. Shoving them into your abandoned boots he doesn’t move from his position. His thumb brushes strokes of sugary love onto your leg. the feel of your bare skin beneath his fingertips is vertiginous. Your skin is silky, smooth but more than anything intoxicating.

“You’re welcome, pretty.” his voice more than a whisper but incredibly devilish to your ears. And even now, when he's the one at his knees for you, you feel like you’re at his mercy. A wrong move of just his thumb and you’d be breaking down.

“Go ahead, pretty.” His voice is demanding despite the softness lacing it “enjoy the sea.” He allows you to move and just like a controlled puppet you find yourself nodding. Eyes blinking at him in obedience he only ever dreamt of witnessing. Hyunjin senses something unfurling in the depths of his stomach.

A pat of his palm on your leg has you moving.

You run towards the waves of water, leaving a mountain of tension and empty promises behind you. Hyunjin lingers, swims in his pain a little longer as he watches a magnificent grin take its place on your face. A joy that only seems to take over you when you’re by the sea.

You look back at him, a squeak forcing itself out of your mouth when your feet touch the water “it’s so cold jinnie!” you yell at him, unaware of the magic word that had slipped out of your mouth. He’s drunk on the way it makes him feel, the way you call his name, and he is bewitched by you. He’s sure that in your past life you must have been a fairy with magic powers, you must have fallen for him, and you must have cast a spell on him. A spell that seems to be unbreakable and that will haunt him throughout all his lives.

“Be careful!” He warns, when he watches you twirl around, water splashes around you and onto your clothes. He wonders if the droplets of water are as weak as him, enamored by your beauty and are clinging to you like he seem to cling to you. He walks towards you with lazy slow stride. Following your messy footprints on the sand. Marking his pathway to you once again.

 A cigarette he just lit rests between his pink lips. A pathetic attempt to relief the stress of the force that is you.

He stops right before the crashing waves, keeping a good distance between him and the water. Hands in his pockets as the wind tickles his hair. You twirl around, laughter erupting from your chest and when you face him. The sun is slowly starting to set behind you, coloring the sky into a hue of orange and lilac. You flatter, your smile slowly starts to disappear and melts into that ever so building tension between you two. He curls his fists, pulling at the leash of his desires. He wants nothing but to go there and ruin you. Instead, he pretends to be good. Puts on a fake façade of the Hyunjin you deemed a stranger and hopes for his feelings to fly away with the smoke of his nicotine stick.

Upon the sand, he finally settles down and watches you like a silent movie as you start heading towards him. As if you’re a lost soul wandering around for their home. You sit beside him; a trail of quietness follows.

“Do you remember the first time we met?” He speaks after a while, tone soft completely opposite to the shimmering waves catching purple diamonds in the folds of it.

You look at him, eyes studying his face with a furrow of bewilderment at his question. It takes a minute for you to click in, eyes widen in recognition as you look around you. The sand, the water and even the sky are all witnesses to back you up.

“No way!” a grin spreads across your face, your hands lurch forward in bubbling excitement and then they’re touching him, shaking him as if he was the one who forgot “it was here wasn’t it!”

He nods, eyes fond and expression soft not particularly at your excitement but rather a raw reflection of his emotions. It settles in your bones, spreading warmth through your entire body and you retract your hands with a shaky breath. As if you were burned.

He misses your touch already.

“Did you bring us here on purpose?” he shakes his head, his hair playing in the wind, and you fight the urge to reach forward, bury your hand in his blonde strands “Believe it or not I didn’t. this was just the closest beach to the gallery.”

You bring your knees to your chest, hugging them when the memories come rushing back to you like a tempest. An overwhelming storm of emotions twirls inside you and more images of you and Hyunjin flash in your mind.

Hyunjin kissing you.

Hyunjin touching you.

Hyunjin telling you he loves you forever and always.

Forever and always… You can’t help but wonder where did all that love go? Did it dissipate into thin air? And if it did how come your being is still here and why haven’t you vanished and became one with the air just like his feelings. He’s next to you but he’s not the same and you’re not the same. And that alone sends a surge of sadness, claiming over your fragile heart. It is such a weird feeling to mourn over someone who’s alive and breathing.

“Do you remember how we met?” his hand hangs awkwardly between you, wondering if he’s allowed to touch you like he had done all day. The more he does it the weaker he becomes. The softness of your eyes gives him strength and he cups your face, guiding your gaze to meet his “You threw a fucking ball at my head,” despite the vulgar usage of words your voice is soft.

“I did,” he smiles, eyes glazed over as the memory washes over him too “and then what?”

“You didn’t even apologize, just picked up your ball glared at me and then left,” you reminisce, a painful nostalgia enveloping your words. He lets out a breathy chuckle, running his thumb in a tender caress across your cheek “can you blame me? I was shocked.” He smiles and the gesture brings you to his lips, rosy, and so inviting.

“Shocked by what?” you trail off, eyes fixated on his lips.

“By how my ball managed to hit the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” A tentative warmth courses through your being, a subtle blaze that ignites your cheeks in a shade of crimson. He speaks it like it’s a fact, nothing to be surprised over but you choke. On his gaze, on his words and on your own feelings that keep hitting these walls aimlessly.

“What happened after that?” His hands slip down, cradling your jaw in a gesture that speaks of longing.

“A week later you saw me in the hallway,” your heart beats loudly in your ears, drowning out the sound of the waves nearby.

“I did,”

“And you came over to me and introduced yourself and asked me how my head was” you finish quietly, the weight of the memories crushes you. Leaving you nothing but a pathetic and fragile mess under it. Remaining pieces of who you used to be someday.

“A fucking week later.” he groans in disbelief, and you hadn’t realized how close his face was until the smell of his breath hits you, mint, and cigarettes smoke. “I was such a moron.”

“You were.” You respond breathlessly. a need unfurls within you, the more your eyes stare at his lips “I thought you were cute.” You confess, a lump forms in your throat.

“You did?” he asks between the untainted space you hold, none of you move refusing to color it red with your sorrow. You look up, almost closing your eyes painfully at the rare vulnerability in his voice. And when he looks down at you like he never stopped loving you. Something in you breaks because it’s not real. He looks at you like there aren’t years’ worth of scars you need to heal from like he doesn’t know the darkness that surrounded you. Was he blind or was he just not scared of you anymore?

A yearning that eclipses the delicate boundaries of restraint has your eyes tearing up in emotions much bigger than whatever that’s left from your broken relationship. You don’t want to cry, at least not now and not in front of him and that’s why you take a shaky breath in. Free yourself from his hold and stand up, ignoring the look of disappointment and hurt that washes over his face. Hyunjin retracts his hand, curling and brings it to his chest as if the rejection had hurt him physically.

As night settles around you, enveloping everything in darkness you’re aware your limited time is already coming to an end. You take hesitant steps towards the water. When you turn to face him, he’s already standing as if he too is aware of the ticking clock.

“Can I ask you something?” you speak, shattering the pregnant silence around you. He feeds on the look on your face, the softness of your eyes.

“Yeah?”

“If you could go back and change the past,” you take a step forward, your body fights against the resistance of the water “would you do it?” Your question is coated in mystery. You do realize that. You’re toying with a thin rope that could turn on you and choke you but you’re greedy. Your heart yearns for more, cries for more and this is the least you could give back.

“Yeah.” Hyunjin doesn’t hesitate, answers so easily it almost makes you wanna cry. You want nothing but to curl into a ball and let all this pain out somehow. Or maybe turn around and throw yourself into the darkest pits of the ocean hoping to disappear and maybe be reborn into a world where you won’t have to fight. You could just rest. You wish for a way to be somewhere where you don’t have to suffer. In a way that you can be with him over and over again despite the way it hurts.

It is in this mere moment while cold catches up to you, hugging your body you realize you never left this beach ever since you were sixteen. All along you had nestled yourself here and waited for Hyunjin to come back. A tranquil hush falls over you, the impossible lump forms in your throat again. You forcibly try to swallow it down but it only comes back harder.

Your eyes glisten with unshed tears and just like when you were sixteen. The sea, stars and night are all witnesses to the pain tattooed on your heart, witnesses to the curse you set on Hyunjin and the unbreakable wall of unburied feelings between you two.

The ride to your home is quiet, the beating of Hyunjin’s heart seems to water hope in routes you thought you closed in your heart. Both of you are lost in thought of what today could mean for you. It isn’t long before he comes to a stop right outside your expensive house. The turned-on lights are evidence of your mother being awake has you withering away in disappointment. The fairytale you lived today is coming to an end.

You linger by Hyunjin’s bike, your feet kick a random rock while he leans on it. The same scene from earlier morning. He eyes you, drinking in the way your cheeks develop a beautiful red blush the longer he stares. As if his eyes are as unforgiving as your beauty.

If poetry was a person, it would be you.

“Thank you for today.” You mumble shyly, the quietness of your street aiding your soft voice.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He’s lost in thought, obvious in the way his words tumble out without much emotion behind it.

“I’ll see you around.” You lie. Turning around to head for the door. He reaches for you, a too familiar scene that you guys had lived before “wait,” his fingers hold onto yours, gently and it tickles your skin. You exhale, facing him with a quirk of your eyebrow.

“Can I ask you something too?” you nod, your fingers curl around his, another pang of pain hits him right in the chest. He succumbs completely to the need he feels. Deems it hopeless to fight against this incredible force that is you.

“If you could go back, would you change the past?” he redirects your own question back at you and it surprise you. Has you biting on your bottom lip in an anxious manner but then he’s reaching for you, his thumb brushes right under your lip. Adding slight pressure to free your lips “Don’t do that. You’ll hurt yourself.” His eyes are fixated on your lips. His tongue darts out to wet his own and you’re breathless. Your dewy eyes flicker to his lips, Hyunjin feels ten million matches lighten up soul.

“I would,” you answer, your nails graze the inside of his palm. Leaving traces of your touch, your scent behind that will surely leave him wide awake. Wondering where everything went wrong. You smile at him, an all too faked smile that he memorized so well. Kept it buried in the back of his mind so every time he missed you, he’d remind himself. You didn’t even smile at him like he’s worth it.

And Hyunjin realizes he will forever be imprisoned in this jail of yours.

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[jenoroyals]

It Started With A Kiss - Park Sunghoon

(based off Japanese anime & drama Mischievous Kiss)

pairing : park sunghoon x fem!reader

synopsis : A shooting star destroys your home, forcing you and your father to move in with his old friend. Little did you know, Park Sunghoon, the guy who you'be been in love with for years, also lives there. How are you going to live under one roof with the boy that rejected you just days ago?

word count : 630 words

content/warnings : angst, sunghoon is MAJOR red flag, yn is ditzy and kind of stupid (in a cute way kind of), MAJOR second hand embarrassment, more to be added

featuring : ryujin (itzy), lia (itzy), jisung (nct), wonyoung (ive - later on), isa (stayc - later on)

PROLOGUE

Scribbling down random notes in your notebook, you notice they all say one thing, Mrs. Park y/n. It was already past sunset and he was still running through your mind. A lady’s voice comes from the radio, “When you see a shooting star, make a wish and your wish will come true.” 

You quickly rush to open your curtains and walk out onto the balcony. Looking up, you see thousands of stars shining throughout the sky. Shining like diamonds, you can’t help but admire them. Never having to deal with endless feelings, all they do is just look pretty. 

As you're admiring the beautiful night, a shooting star passes by. You gasp, remembering the words from the radio, you put your hands together and make a wish.

‘I wish I can tell Sunghoon how I feel about him.’ 

You smile after thinking about the said boy for the 100th time that night. Walking back into your bedroom, you shut the balcony door and jump right into bed. 

-

As the sun starts to rise up, you get up out of bed and start to get ready. Sliding the skirt over your waist and buttoning up your shirt, you slide your hands against the clothes, smoothing them out. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you smile brightly. 

Your dad always said not to dress up so pretty for boys, but instead for yourself. But you couldn’t help it. You were going to be talking to Sunghoon for the first time in your life. Of course you wanted to look your best. 

Once you arrive at school, you’re instantly running around the high school looking for Sunghoon. Other students have already started gathering at the school, yet there was no sign of him. 

Finally, you see him walking towards the entrance, alone. You smoothed over your uniform for the thousandth time that morning and let out a deep exhale while receding your letter in your head. 

“Dear Park Sunghoon, 

Nice to meet you Sunghoon. My name is l/n y/n, I’m in Class F. You don't know me, but I know you. Since you made a speech at the entrance ceremony two years ago, I have been admiring your intelligence and handsome face. 

There is no way that I can be in the same class as you, this is why I am writing this letter to you. When I first saw you, I felt like I was hit by a shooting star. I started to have special feelings for you.”

You slowly start walking towards him with a smile on your face. “Excuse me.” You say facing him. He gives you a stern look with a blank expression and answers, “Who are you?” 

You take a breath again before continuing, “I’m l/n y/n from Class F. Could you please read this?” You hold out the letter with both of your hands and smile, waiting for him to take the letter. 

He stares down at the letter and then looks back up to you. Your smile widens but it quickly falls when you hear his answer. 

 “I don’t want it.” He states while walking away, not sparing you another glance. You’re standing there frozen with students passing by and staring at you. 

Your body felt stuck. As much as you wanted to move as not to get more embarrassed your body wouldn't let you. The wind picks up and blows the letter out of your hand, but you’re in so much shock that you can’t even comprehend to go look for it.

As the letter sweeps through the air, it finally lands right in front of Sunghoon who steps on it accidentally, but he doesn’t bother to look back. He keeps his head up and continues walking to his class.

[atlasofthestaars]

[MK X READER] New Era - Chapter .001

Note: Will use events from Mk9-11 + Aftermath. I am changing canon for some characters to fit the story. Changing canon in general for MK1, so at some point I will add in scenes not in the main story and probably will diverge from it in the end. Some character personality changes, not major, but enough to add depth. Slight character dynamic changes (Mostly Lin Kuei, so the trio feel slightly closer as a whole)

Also excuse the small exposition dump that happens through the chapter, it was needed to set up plot points in the future, so in the future we can get to those juicy character interactions easier!

LOVE INTERESTS: Liu Kang, Kung Lao, Raiden, Johnny Cage, Kenshi, Reptile, Scorpion (Kuai Liang), Sub Zero (Bi-Han), Smoke, Shang Tsung, Mileena, Kitana, Ashrah, Havik, Rain

Also on AO3: NEW ERA

part two

FROM THE EYES OF ONE WHO DOESN'T REMEMBER

Memories are fickle things. 

Awakening in the middle of a field, you heard the buzzing of bugs, and the grass beside you moved as a creature scurried past. Your head hurt, and a fog settled in your mind as if it were blocking something. You sat up slowly, noting the moonlight shining down on the area around you.

You looked down at your hands. It was odd, it felt like you were familiar with it, yet at the same time it felt all too foreign to you. You wiggled your toes, feeling the grass brush against them to remind you that they existed. 

Where were you?

Swallowing any dread you felt building up, you stood up wearily. Your body swayed as you got up, almost stumbling into the grass once more. The area around felt devoid of humans, undisturbed nature spreading far. It was beautiful and breathtaking, but it only soothed you for a moment before panic began to seep back in again.

Where were you?

In the distance was a soft light. A flame? Perhaps. You dragged your feet as you walked towards it. You’d rather go discover whatever that was then stick around being lost wherever you had woken up. 

Why were you there in the first place? 

Fear was crawling down your back at the inability to answer the nagging questions within your head. Shaking it off, you continued on. The closer you got, the better you could identify where the flame was from. 

A temple of sorts?

It had a dragon motif from what you could see, and it was constructed mainly from wood and stone. Red shingles, or at least you assumed it was…it was hard to see in the moonlight, lined the rooftops of the temple ahead. The tree leaves even seemed to be red. There were multiple buildings, one being a tall tower, and a few smaller buildings. The flame, which was quite large from what you could see, was lit in a pavilion of sorts.

Your mind throbbed as a vague memory of a temple floating in the sky appeared in your mind. But this wasn’t that same temple. Not at all. Why were you thinking of that?

Soon enough, you found yourself at the entrance of the area, marveling at the architecture and the beauty of the area up close. How wonderful. Eventually, you spotted two figures walking towards you. 

The first thing you noticed was their glowing blue eyes.

Not knowing what to do, you stood there. Although you felt a pit of dread build up in your stomach as they approached, you stood unwavering. You grimaced, not at the sight of them, but at how the figures coming closer seemed to intensify a dull throb that had been building up in the back of your head.

Silly as it was, were they the cause of your headache? Of the fog in your head that seemed to block out any memories you tried to pry from your mind? 

You watched as the two figures, that you could now identify as men, approached. You could read a vague sense of concern on one of their faces, and the other held a sense of shock on his. They walked over a bridge, stopping at the top as if to create a sense of height. You looked up at them, your will not wavering despite the dread that was building in your stomach.

Your headache, why was it hurting so much?

You watched as one of them held out his hands, forming one a fist connecting to his palm. He smiled at you. It felt warm. The other nodded his head in acknowledgement, but you could see the small smile he had as well. You stumbled as your headache turned into a sharp pain, as if someone had just stabbed your head. Gasping, you stumbled forward. 

The man who had been presenting his hands grabbed you to steady you, and you noted the strange sense of familiarity as he did so. His wrapped hands were firm as he helped you right yourself. You looked up into his eyes, and without thinking, a name popped into your head.

“Liu Kang?”

The dread you felt in your stomach turned into fear as the man’s eyes widened, and the vague shock that had been on his face before was now on full display. He glanced over to his companion who held the same look of shock before they both looked down at you, almost accusingly.

“How did you know that?”

That was years ago.

Shortly after the shock had worn off, you had been escorted into the fire temple. They gave you a place to rest for the night, but you could hear the whispers of Liu Kang and Geras as they walked away. What they were discussing, you weren’t certain.

You could hear the concerned tone in their voice loud and clear despite that.

The next morning in what was perhaps the politest interrogation ever, it was revealed that you had a lack of memories.

Kind of.

You had memories, or at least you thought so, but they were all jumbled up in your head. They felt wrong, and foreign and they didn’t match up with what you were seeing. After all, your mind was telling you the man who was interrogating you was Liu Kang…but it was not the same mortal man that popped into your mind. 

You also eventually recognized Geras, which seemed to alarm the two even more, even if they were subtle about it. Eventually, after long deliberation with each other, Liu Kang eventually came up to you and offered you a place to stay at the fire temple due to your lack of memory and residence.

You were relieved to have a place to rest and stay, even if you had a nagging feeling that the offer was a disguised excuse to keep a close eye on you.

You supposed that was fair.

Eventually, the memories you had came back slowly over the years, and you confided in Liu Kang about them. This led to an eventual friendship with the god as you unraveled the strange situation that you were in. The man, though cordial, had been wary at first of you. You thought that was reasonable. A random stranger showing up in rags and recognizing you without introduction?

That was suspicious for certain, you could not blame the fire god for his caution. Especially since he proclaimed himself to be the Protector of Earthrealm, you could have easily been a threat.

Thankfully, you were not. Or at least, he seemed to deem that you were not. Although you had a jumbled mess of mismatching memories, the two of you had concluded that the memories you did have were visions of sorts, of other realities, and that the memories you used to have were gone. 

Visions of other worlds traded for the memories of your past. That’s what he told you, anyways. You had a sinking feeling that wasn’t quite true, and that was the biggest secret you held from Liu Kang. After all, the more memories you regained, the less it felt that they were random visions. 

They felt like a past life…and maybe they were. You weren’t certain yet. You had a nagging feeling there were many memories left to unlock.

The guilt of hiding this doubt, this secret, was immense at first. Ignoring the fact that you were lying to a god, you were concealing doubts from a man who had offered you shelter and food.

Eventually the guilt died down into near nothingness, but there was still a twinge of guilt every time you lied about it.

Aside from that, you rediscovered abilities that you had not realized you had. 

Shapeshifting into animals. You could transform your whole body into creatures, or parts of them. It was a helpful power, you found. You also seemed to have some sort of muscle memory of fighting skills. Lord Liu Kang had once offered to train you, and to both of your surprise, you were quite skilled.

Rusty at first, but it was obvious your body knew how to fight. It was nothing that years, or in all honesty, months could not fix.

Another ability you realized after a few years was how your body did not seem to age. Or at least, not in the same way humans did. At first, the monks seemed to chalk it up to good genetics, complimenting on how you seemed to keep your youth. However, as more years passed, whispers of magic arose.

Concerned with the strange state of your body, you confided in the fire god. Liu Kang suggested that your body was one that lived longer, perhaps of one that was not native to Earth, or Earthrealm as he called it…an edenian, perhaps? He explained the realm of Outworld, and the existence of the realms in general. He had once explained it much before, along with some monks, but not to the historical extent he had given you at that time.

Through these explanations, you remembered Outworld much more clearly, but the memories of Outworld were once again inconsistent with the world he described.

The Outworld you knew had been run by a tyrant before it was passed to an heir that had been overthrown. It was war hungry, and not at all pretty as he described. Liu Kang offered that, perhaps, when the Mortal Kombat tournament rolled around in a few years, you could join him and the champions he would bring to Outworld.

You agreed, of course. Maybe that realm was key to unlocking more memories, and more explanations. Even though you cherished the Fire Temple, a place you had learned to call home, you now had a purpose going forward.

Go to Outworld to seek the rest of your memories.

And now, you were here, enjoying another peaceful morning in the Fire Temple.

Staring out from the pavilion, you inhaled deeply as you took in the sunrise. You could never tire of the beautiful view. Your ears picked up the soft sound of someone walking towards you, and you turned around, already familiar with who it was. 

“Hello, Liu Kang.” You greeted, a smile on your face as you nodded towards the fire god. The fire god sent you a soft smile in return as he walked up to be by your side. Due to your memories of a younger, mortal Liu Kang that had popped up so often at first, you had taken up a nasty habit of addressing him casually. You tried to fix this, but he had permitted you to address him casually in private.

It felt like a strange honor.

He greeted you, your name rolling off his tongue in a familiar way as his hands settled on the railing much like yours were. It was common for the two of you to meet up here at sunrise, to indulge in the simple yet breathtaking view. It was a tradition from years ago.

“Beautiful morning, isn’t it?” Liu Kang inquired, much like he did nearly every morning. He gazed at the horizon with a sense of serenity and peace before his glowing eyes landed on you. With a chuckle you turned your gaze to the horizon he had been staring at previously.

“It is, just like it is every morning.” You mused, watching as the sky lightened, the darkness making way for the pretty light blue hues as a pink and orange color settled over the horizon. Your fingers tapped the wood as you hummed, remembering that something special was happening today. “Today we’re going to the village of Fengjian, correct?” You inquired, a surge of excitement buzzing through you.

You had been around the world here and there over the years to accompany Liu Kang and sometimes even the Lin Kuei, but it had been a while since your last venture. 

“Correct, Madam Bo said two of her trainees were ready for the exam scenario, and today we're going to observe.” Liu Kang said, nodding as he confirmed the plans he had told you about two weeks ago. You noted how he kept his gaze intent on you, as if analyzing your reaction. You could not hold back the smile on your lips.

“Excellent, it’s been forever since I’ve had Madam Bo’s cooking.” You commented, remembering just how delicious the older woman’s cooking was. You were nearly drooling at the thought of it. Not only that, but Madam Bo was someone you valued as well.

Whenever you saw her, you were reminded of a fatherly figure who you hazily remembered who drunk a lot of alcohol. It was odd, but she too must have sensed the connection, as she took you in as if you were a child of her own ever since she met you. You wished you could go out to see her more.

You opened your mouth to speak, but you heard the faintest of footsteps. Reflexively, you transformed your ears into those of bats and craned them around to hone in on the sound. You tilted your head as you focused before you turned to look at Liu Kang, ears turning back to normal.

“I thought the Lin Kuei were to come later?” You inquired, revealing that you were now aware of their presence. You heard some muttering before the three assassins revealed themselves. Sub Zero, Scorpion, and Smoke. Three of the Lin Kuei you had grown closest to during your association with Liu Kang.

“That was the plan, but we decided to meet up earlier to discuss the plan as we shall leave earlier to get in position to observe.” Liu Kang explained. The two of you turned around to face the three. You smiled at the three. Smoke and Scorpion both bowed to the two of you. Sub Zero, notably, did not, but you did notice the slight nod of acknowledgement sent your way.

“Perceptive as always, and I thought we could finally sneak up on you.” Smoke greeted, addressing you as he spoke your name, a light playful tone to his voice. Smoke was always the friendliest of the three, it was a delight to talk to him. He was the most casual. You noted the slightly irritated glare from Sub Zero sent his way.

You surmised that Smoke had managed to convince the two others to also sneak in. You could not tell whether the irritation was from having to partake in such a silly endeavor, or if it was due to the fact that he blamed Smoke for giving the three of them away.

“Maybe another time, Tomas.” You chuckled, covering your mouth as you did so. Despite your words, you were competitive, and you weren’t planning on giving up in the ongoing game that you had both been playing for a while now. “Regardless, it is good to see you all, it’s been a while.” With that, you nodded towards Liu Kang, letting him go over the plan with the trio.

You observed silently as excitement coursed through your veins.

You had a feeling that tonight was going to be something special.

part two

[alxtiny]

You like me? | Song Mingi x reader

Synopsis: where you confess you feelings to mingi unintentionally

Pairing: Song Mingi x gn!reader, college au

Genre: fluff, crack?

Word count: 0.7k

Warnings: none :)

Notes: Happy Valentines day to all the other lonely souls like me, I hope this makes a part of your day better

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In the quiet corners of the university library, you found solace among the shelves of books and the gentle hum of whispered conversations. Seated across from your best friend Yuri, you couldn't contain the excitement bubbling within you.

"He's just... so unbelievably pretty, Yuri," you sighed, your eyes glazing over with admiration. "I mean, have you seen the way he concentrates on his music? It's like watching magic unfold." you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

Yuri chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Ah, yes of course the infamous Mingi I’ve been hearing about so much these days. I see your crush has reached legendary status."

You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could utter a word, she continued. "You know, if he likes you back, then it wouldn't be wrong for you to make some moves on this guy, right?" She grinned mischievously. Letting out a groan you slumped forward, resting your chin on your pile of books, “What am I gonna do, he’s infuriatingly difficult to decipher.”

Smiling at you fondly, Yuri placed her hand gently on yours. "Come now Song Mingi can’t be that hard to figure out. He seems like a nice guy."

Shaking your head at your best friend, you let out a sigh.

“You're probably right, but his cryptic words are giving me headaches. I don’t even understand half of the stuff he talks about whenever we’ve talked before. Plus, he hasn't shown any signs of liking me.”

"And he’s always so focused on what he does to even notice me properly. Did you know he’s a music production and sound engineering major, Yuri," you continued, animatedly gesturing with your hands. "Apparently he gets the best grades in his year. He must really be talented. I like him so much it hurts at this point.”

As you ranted about Mingi's talents and irresistible charm, Yuri's gaze shifted over your shoulder. Her expression changed from amusement to shock. With the sudden shift in her face, you followed her line of sight to find Mingi standing there, clad in his usual dark glasses and with his unruly hair sticking out at weird angles, it all made him look so endearing to you.

In one hand, he held a sleek midi keyboard, and in the other, a small bouquet of flowers. Your eyes widened, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as Mingi spoke in his soft voice, "You like me?"

You were brought back to reality, caught off guard by his sudden questioning. Stuttering slightly, you managed to nod and confess, "Uh, y-yeah?." His lips quirked upwards and you could see the pink tinting the tips of his ears. His shy smile made you want to kiss him senseless, but your legs suddenly felt very weak.

A mischievous glint appeared in Mingi's eyes, and he grinned. "Well, then I guess you won't say no to the date I was gonna ask you on." Without waiting for an answer, he placed the bouquet of roses in front of you, and placed his own instrument down on the table next to you.

Your heart fluttered uncontrollably, and you smiled back at him sweetly. A genuine smile that reached deep into your chest and caused your heart to swell with happiness. Your friend watched on curiously, smiling brightly as she watched your painfully shy ass interact with Mingi.

"I was hoping you could spare some time tonight so i could show you my work, since last time we talked you said you wanted to hear it,” a blush crept up his neck and face, “Of course if you’re busy, I understand,” he said gesturing to your books.

A shy smile spread across your face as you giggled and, unable to resist, leaned in to kiss his cheek. Yuri, still in shock, watched as her ultimate ship came true before her eyes.

Mingi's eyes sparkled even more, his face becoming the embodiment of the 🥺 emoji. "Is that a yes??"

You nodded, your heart pounding with excitement. "Absolutely, Mingi. I'd love to go on a date with you."

Yuri finally snapped out of her initial surprise and clapped her hands in glee. "Finally! My ship has started sailing!!" She looked at you with dreamy eyes like a little child who had been given candy as you and Mingi simply laughed at her expression

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