#I have to imagine this is a last cuddle goodbye before the two leave again ;w;

[19ndonboy]

do something, babe - mason mount

words: 2.7k

A/N: i’m back with a new imagine, i got inspired by you’re losing me and hits different (surprising ik). i hope y’all will like this one and leave feedback pls :’)

you and mason were it for each other. visiting london, you randomly met in a restaurant on a night out. as cliché as it sounds, you two ran into each other as a result of not looking in front of you, too absorbed in your conversation to give it a thought. and just like in the movies, it immediately clicked between you and your next days in london were spent getting to know each other.

his favorite movie, his favorite artist, his favorite holiday destination, his favorite food but also what makes him happy, what matters the most to him in his life… it was fair to say you knew almost everything about him in such a short period of time.

your favorite chocolate, your favorite artist, your favorite series, your safe place but also what scares you the most and what keeps you up at night… he knew everything he needed to know to affirm he wanted you by his side for a long time.

days went by and you had to go back to your hectic life in the city you call home. you stayed in touch with mason for months. both of you being way too busy to see each other, evenings would be spent on facetime talking about your days. updating him on the dramas going on in your friend’s love life and him telling you how ben and him had a lot of fun scaring their teammates today. you would have killed for that smile as he told you all about it, to this day still.

you ended up meeting those said teammates a few weeks later, visiting him for two weeks. all loved up, this trip couldn’t have been any better even if you tried to. and it went on like this for a year and a half, satisfied with this relationship you two had until it wasn’t enough anymore.

the three words you two were longing for to hear had slipped on the last night you spent together before you had to go home again. your head laying on his chest, his hand tangled in your hair as you were tracing invisible patterns on his skin, the first “i love you” slipped out of his mouth. with sparks in your eyes and a big smile plastered on your face, he wish he had said them before if the price was to see you happy like a kid on christmas day. it felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders when you said it back, but he swore he didn’t even need to hear it when your eyes said it all. lord, you had never looked at him like this and something happened in his stomach that night.

lots of kisses, lingering touches and words were shared that night, and the words which changed it all for you were his, “stay here”.

what followed after was you going home to sort everything with your work, the place you lived at and say your goodbyes with your family and friends as you promised to come back and to also invite them to what would be your new home. and two weeks later, you were back in cobham ready for a new chapter.

you could’ve not asked for anything better for what followed during the next three years. happiness, love, communication and trust. sure there were downs but you had gotten through them and always ended up stronger as a duo.

well that was what you thought until four months ago when the black hole was too deep to get out of it. what was at first just a rough patch happening at chelsea ended up being the cause of your relationship going downhill.

how did it go from nights spent at home cuddled on the sofa in front of a movie when he could, days spent in bed when he was exempt from training to him being locked in his game room all day and out with god knows who all night.

you had accepted it all, his sudden mood changes, him taking you as his punching bag after another loss, forgetting to show up at an event for your job. until you couldn’t hold it anymore. you were slipping through his fingers, he was losing you and he did nothing. the fake smiles, the tears at bay you were keeping every time he was kissing you on your forehead as he was leaving for another night out in a club. your heart couldn’t handle this pain anymore. it became too heavy, you felt like you could explode at any minute.

you gave him so many signs, he was blind not to see them. you two were too far gone, you didn’t recognise him anymore and moreover you couldn’t recall what you had created as it all vanished in front of you so fast. so four months ago, you decided to leave. as he was walking down the stairs, you following him, you said the dreaded words, “i’m leaving.”

of course he was too stuck in his own world, not to realize what he was doing was wrong and an argument followed. you wish he didn’t go out when you threatened him not to be here when he would come back at 3:00 am sharp. was it childish of you to say so? yes but you didn’t know what to do anymore and you were too exhausted to think twice before speaking. but the sad truth was that you meant them.

he didn’t take those words seriously and he wished he had. you know what they all say when you don’t know what you got until it’s gone. it stings. he lost you and it hurt. he tried to contact you all night after he got home to an empty house. fresh flowers you had bought the day before and all your decorating pieces left were all here to remind him that until a few hours ago, there were two people living here.

that was four months ago. time went by so fast since. you found yourself a place to live at in central london. your days were spent at work and your nights were spent in your bed in a blanket. what you wouldn’t admit to your friends is the t-shirt you have buried in your arms every night. mason’s.

his past four months were similar. his days were spent at training, trying to somehow find his will to be back to his best level. and nights were spent at home, wandering in the empty rooms, hating how quiet it was in all of them. what he wouldn’t admit to his friends is the times he found himself blaring your favorite taylor swift’s songs in his kitchen. he would always complain after hearing the same ones playing over and over again but deep down he loved to see that smile on your face as you were singing them. he even ended up knowing the lyrics to back to december, you are in love and who knows how many more.

too lost in his thoughts to notice the looks his teammates and therefore friends were giving him at training, he didn’t notice them approaching him. they wanted to put an end at this misery, they couldn’t handle seeing their friend like that. they hated to think about him going home to your once shared home which only reminded him of you and what he lost. and they did what seemed right to them in this moment. mason couldn’t even bare to argue, and to be honest, he hadn’t even heard them talking but he said yes to their proposition anyway. and this is how he ended up in a nightclub.

to his friends’ ignorance, your friends had the same idea. and with london being one of the biggest cities in the world, you two still ended up in the same place for the first time since you left. lucky you, you didn’t see him for the night. and you had a lot of fun for the first time in months. feeling free, you danced for hours on the dance floor with your closest friends and a drink in your hand. but time was ticking and you couldn’t handle standing in those heels after 2:00 am and you called it quit for the night.

waiting outside for the taxi you ordered, you wish you didn’t go out when you saw him outside. with a girl standing next to him, her hand on his arms, too close for your liking. you pictured him with other girls in love and it hurt every time, but not close to how it did now. who was she, was she the reason he faded away and only became a memory, did she make him happy. you threw up on the street and that was when he saw you. he had seen you in every state for you to be ashamed of that, but it didn’t mean you wanted him to approach you. as he walked closer, your taxi finally arrived and while one of your friend helped you, the other one was pushing him away much to his complaints.

it physically hurt. he felt his heart dropping to his stomach as you obviously didn’t want to have anything to do with him anymore. god, he didn’t even know the name of the girl who was talking to him. he just wanted to talk to you. the truth was he couldn’t bear to live anymore time alone because everything at home reminded him of you and how he had lost the best thing he ever had in his life.

as you hopped into the taxi, tears started flowing and you couldn’t do anything to stop them. one of your friends, ava, stayed at yours for the night helping you to clean yourself up, to get you a big needed glass of water and to wipe away the tears on your cheek as you rambled about how much you missed mason. you’re trying really hard to move on from him and what you had but at this point you don’t think you could get peace.

miles away, mason was no good too. he couldn’t stay with his friends and went back home. too exhausted, he slept on the sofa. he swore he felt your touch on his cheek as he was falling asleep. but again that was the ghost of you dancing around his – your – house, playing tricks with him. as he woke up five hours later after what felt like one of the worst nights of his life, he dragged his feet to his kitchen. medicine well needed, he opened a cupboard and the first thing he was met with was your hot chocolate cup with the lipstick stain almost faded.

you were everywhere. not too long ago, two weeks maybe, he found himself crying on the floor of the dressing room as he put his hand on a taylor swift t-shirt you thought you had lost. nothing had ever felt so wrong in this moment. why did he find it if you weren’t here to jump around, happy like a kid who found his cuddle toy.

you are the one he loves and he was going to make sure you knew that. had you ever doubted he loved you, you did and the thought of it made him feel sick to his stomach. if there was one thing he would always be sure of is his love for you and if he had to scream it on a rooftop for everyone and you to hear, he would.

jumping in his shower, he quickly got ready before he hopped into his car with one thing in mind, to mend your – and his – broken heart and get you back in what once was your shared home. on the way to your place, he thought about everything he could tell you when he finally sees you. too engrossed in his thoughts, he didn’t even notice when he arrived at his destination. and that’s when the nerves hit him. what if you slam the door in his face, what if you let him in your flat but not in life again. he almost lost it but he was here now and he couldn’t chicken out.

silence was haunting you, ava had left a few minutes ago and you were now alone with your thoughts. until you heard a car in the parking lots of your building. not thinking too much of it, you didn’t pay attention to it until someone knocked on your door. weird, you thought as you made your way to the door, your brows furrowed.

you opened it and you felt your heart stop as you saw who was behind the door. was it real or did you lose your mind? you couldn’t wrap your head around what was happening until he whispered your name in a desperate tone. rather daring of him to pretend he was the one hurting when he got you there in the first place, you thought.

“i just wanna talk, please… i’ll be gone after if you want me to”. you got nothing to lose and you wanted to hear what he had to say, so you let him in with a sigh. he felt his head spinning when he inhaled your scent in the room. oh he missed it and you so much. making your way to the sofa, you both seated at the end of it, too far away for his liking but it was his own fault.

“i’m sorry. for making you go through this, for making you feel like you didn’t matter to me when you’re my first thought when i wake up and my last one when i go to bed, for making you think i don’t love you anymore when there isn’t even a word to verbalize how much i do. i’m sorry for not fighting for us and giving up on us so easily.”

your breath hitched in your throat the more he spoke. you wanted to stop him and speak but he nodded and continued.

“i was too stupid to realize what i was doing to you and to us. i know a sorry will never be enough but this is all i can do until you let me in again. i know better now. and what i mostly know is that i miss you, i miss waking up to you by my side, i miss you being in charge of the music in the car, i miss you complaining when i eat the last piece of chocolate.”

your mind went empty and you had no idea what to add as he was looking desperately at you, waiting for something to come out of your mouth. but as seconds that felt like hours passed by, every tiny hope he had was fading. “please say something y/n.” and you really wanted to but you couldn’t find the words.

if you listened to your brain, you would tell him to go away and that you had moved on from him already. but as you watched stand up from the couch and making his way to your door, you followed your heart and finally spoke.

“stay.” you said so quietly, you almost wondered if he heard you but he did as he stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at you. “a part of me wants you to walk away but the bigger part of me wants you back in my life, and forever.” you said with tears in your eyes. “i tried really hard to move on from you and what we had but it’s almost impossible.” you told him as he looked at the floor.

“i don’t know what the future brings me, i’m actually scared.” you chuckle. “but i wanna give us another try. i don’t want to live with the regret of not giving it another chance and wonder what it would have been like if we had tried.” the more you speak and the more he felt like he didn’t deserve you. how did he get so lucky to find you years ago.

“we will be okay. i know we have a lot to work on but you won’t regret this and this part will soon be long gone.” he said as he stared at you, his eyes trying to tell you everything his words couldn’t express. you will be okay. and with both of your hearts being full, on the verge of exploding, you walked to each other and as he held you tight in his safe arms for the first time in months, your heart started again.

tag: @pulisichavertz @mountymase @fallinforerling

[pahtoosh]

Imagine daddy Bucky got home from an exhausting mission in the middle of the night and finding Steve (who took care of you) all cuddled up with you in their bed.

Because he didn’t want to wake any of you he decided to sleep on the couch and fell asleep before he could even get out of his work clothes.

When you wake up in the morning and realize your other daddy is back but looking so exhausted in his sleep you carefully put your favorite blanky over him and lay your best stuffy next to him to protect your daddy in his sleep.

Whit a gentle kiss on his cheek you wish him alllll the good dreams 🥺

missing Baba

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18+

wc: 1170 words

warnings: fluff. baby is whiny because they miss baba so much. written on my phone

a/n: WAAAAA MY FIRST REQUEST😭🫶💥🥰💫❤️🥹 i really hope you like this🫂

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader (Dada = Steve, Baba = Bucky, Daddies = both Steve and Bucky)

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“Honey, I need both of my hands to cut the strawberries,” Steve sighed.

You whined and pouted some more before realizing that you weren’t going to get your way this time: your dada is one of the most stubborn men on the planet. You let out a huff and dropped Steve’s hand before walking behind him and smooshing your face to his back and clinging onto his shirt.

Steve continued his fruit preparation with his sniffling baby hanging onto him like a barnacle. Normally he’d scold you for being whiny, but you’d been having a difficult week. Bucky had to leave for a last minute mission. It was so last minute that you didn’t know about it until he was gone. You fell onto the floor in a heap of tears when you woke up and found out. Steve said Bucky gave you a kiss goodbye while you were sleeping, but that only made you cry harder. Why didn’t they wake you up? Now, your Baba was gone for an indefinite period of time and you couldn’t even call him.

Steve finished chopping and placing the last of his fruits into containers for the fridge. He might have a clingy baby on his hands, but he’s still doing his meal prep. He shuffled over to wash the dishes with you hanging onto him. When that was done, he let you hold his hand again and help him put the fruit into the fridge.

“How about we call it an early night? You wanna sleep in Dada and Baba’s bed again?”

You nodded and followed Steve to the bathroom to change into pajamas and brush your teeth.

Your dada helped you get comfortable under the covers before sliding into the other side himself. “Do you want a bedtime story, sweetness?”

You shook your head and buried yourself into his shirt like before.

“Honey, I know you miss Baba but he’ll be back. He always comes back. Pouting and whining won’t make him come home sooner. And if you think about something other than how much you miss your Baba, the time will fly by and before you know it he’ll be home again.”

This was more or less the same spiel he’d given you a few times this week. It didn’t resonate with you then, but you were willing to give it a chance now. You were tired of being sad. You released your iron grip and looked at Steve.

“Can we read if you gibe a mouse a cookie? Please?”

Steve smiled and kissed your forehead. “Of course.”

Two books later, you and Dada conked out. You both slept so deeply that you missed the text notifications from Bucky on Steve’s phone. He had finished the mission and was on the way home.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

Bucky sprinted off the quinjet. He put off doing his debrief for another day because he missed you and Steve so much. This mission was the longest one he’d been on since your little family got together, and not getting to say a proper goodbye to you made his heart ache so much more.

He finally made it to the apartment and placed his duffel bag on the floor. It was only 10pm but your home was silent. While it was past your bedtime, he could usually hear Steve either doing chores, flipping through a book, or drawing in his sketchbook. Quietly, Bucky made his way through the apartment to find his husband and baby.

After seeing your empty room, he went next door to his and Steve’s room. His heart caught in his chest at the sight he was greeted with. Steve was laying on his back, one arm flung out and the other curled around your back. You were sleeping with half your body on Steve’s and one of your hands gripped onto his shirt, no doubt leaving a pattern of wrinkles. A couple of books were placed haphazardly on the bed as if you fell asleep halfway through reading and kicked the books away in your sleep.

Bucky chuckled at the sight and snuck a photo. He didn’t want to wake either of you, so he tiptoed out of the room and shut the door. The exhaustion from this mission was catching up to him, so he flopped onto the couch and fell asleep, tac gear and all.

When morning came, you were the first to wake up. You rubbed your eyes, frustrated at the sun for shining in the most inconvenient spot. Eventually, you got up and padded to the kitchen for a snack before breakfast. Still rubbing your eyes, you almost missed the figure on your couch. You gasped and then covered your mouth, waking Baba was like poking a sleeping bear sometimes.

The couch didn’t look very comfortable to sleep on, especially the way Bucky was doing it with all those straps and belts digging into him. You went to your bedroom and grabbed your softest blankie and Ellie the elephant. You tiptoed back to Bucky and placed Ellie in his arms and the blankie over both of them, holding your breath the whole time. You tried using all the sneaky strategies auntie Nat taught you. She didn’t tell you to leave a kiss on your target’s cheek, but it felt right.

With phase one of welcoming Baba home completed, you moved into phase two: making him a welcome home drawing.

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Steve woke up with a big yawn and a stretch. He was surprised that you weren’t in bed, but not worried. He was happy to see some of your independence coming back. He quickly got ready for the day and picked up his phone to check his emails. He practically sprinted through the hallway when he saw his texts.

“Bucky? Buck, are you home?”

Bucky groaned before half-heartedly sticking a hand in the air. “On the couch.” He wasn’t quite ready to get up so he snuggled into his oddly shaped pillow.

Steve laughed when he finally saw his partner. “So I assume the position for your cuddle buddy is already taken?”

“Huh?” Bucky blearily looked up at Steve and then down at the plastic eyes gazing into his soul.

Steve leaned down to kiss Bucky, interrupting the staring contest. “Glad to have you back, Sergeant.”

Bucky gave a crooked smile. “Glad to be back. Although it looks like one of you is more considerate of my need for sleep.”

Steve opened his mouth to tease back but was cut off by a shout and the sound of running on the hardwood floor.

“Baba! You awake!” You ran to give Bucky a hug.

“Hi, little baby. Thanks for sharing Ellie and your blankie.”

“Made you a card too, Baba!” You ran back to your bedroom and your daddies heard the sound of something falling and a small oof.

Their eyes widened in panic.

“I’m okay!” you shouted.

“I’m gonna supervise,” Steve said, already making his way down the hall.

Bucky relaxed back into the couch. It was good to be home.

[onmyyan]

Currently trying to overcome writer's block for this writing trade I'm doing so I had to go back to the delmonts and boy howdy- hear me out. I had the perfect idea for a shared! darling

Free use kink. Like, it's probably a lot of work to divvy out the times and the days that the boys would get with you. It's made even more complicated since I'm sure the boys would all agree that darling's wishes come first. So while they each have their days where they spend time with the reader doing cute domestic things or just fluffy content in general- the nsfw is a little more chaotic

It's really a- if darling lets you do it you can go for it. And if the darling has been raised around these boys their whole life and is, by now, used to all their affections and shenanigans just takes it all in stride. After all, these are very affectionate boys we're dealing with here.

Just imagine it, waking up and then heading to the bathroom to shower and then Ricky's sliding on in to have some fun before he has to get to work and get everything ready for the day. He grabs a coffee and dips after a small bout of affection, leaving reader to clean themselves again.

It's a bit of a lazy morning so aside from Cas cooking in the kitchen, no one's there. You go to help make breakfast and suddenly shorts are being pulled down and he's taking his darlin over the counter. Or, even better, you get to go on the ride of your life while he feeds you breakfast.

Cas then heads off to tend to the gardens and grocery shop, leaving you to hang with Gabe who's returning from a morning workout/run. Probably doesn't actually have to show up at the shop until there's something to fix so he plays some video games while you watch. You tell him all about how your morning has been and now he's feeling very left out and really needy. Just hoists you up and bounces you while he's playing. If this is a regular thing there's no real hesitation, just a sudden tug and bam.

Groans when Ricky texts him, leaving you a mess in the living room before he heads off, though he's always certain to give you a smooch goodbye. Will carry you to your room if you ask.

The twins are probably the last to wake, stirring sometime in the afternoon due to whatever it is those two get up to late at night. Partying, murder, arson, idk. They don't even have to ask- they know just from looking at their darling about what's happened. Clearly, they've been cheated of a very happy morning.

But you certainly want to make it up to them right?? It's only fair!

Getting sandwiched between the twins for the next few hours might not have been what you had planned, but it's not unwelcome. The two of them take turns and behave if just to spare you the extra exhaustion of having to juggle between the two of them. Once they're finished they cuddle up to you and take care of your every need till they get called away to the shop or until their other plans come up.

I dunno how you feel about it, but I don't find the mental image of the reader being all surrounded in the conversation pit by the brothers to be an awful sight. Just imagine, it's a real real busy day. Cas has breakfast wrapped and on the table for you. Little snacks and treats from the twins scattered everywhere for you. A note from Ricky explaining and apologizing that the boys couldn't be there to wake you up. Gabe grumpy because he's too busy to even leave a message or thing behind like the rest of the brothers. Yeah, he's that busy.

You just chill in the house for the whole day, watching tv or reading or playing games. Whatever burns the time and keeps your attention. Then all the boys come home very apologetic and very needy. They want to make it up to you and before you know it every facet of you is being used one way or another. Barely any space or time to think, just, all you can do is focus on what they're giving you and taking it in all in stride- metaphorically and phyically.

God. And if darling really wanted to try their luck or maybe its been one too many days of this treatment and they've become very well trained they just go around bottomless. Makes it all easier that way. It also serves as the biggest "take me now" sign. Darling at that point WILL be grabbed and will be thoroughly ravished.

Thank you for listening to my TedTalk and now having finished this, my writer's block is over and I will disappear to try and finish this piece I'm working on lol no more procrastinating!!

the bark that left me at this was....something lmfao

but fr this is so tasty??? and also super likely in the shared darling universe, omfg there's nowhere in that house you haven't had your guts rearranged in.

[chudesiii]

incubus// kuroo x reader pt1

kuina pats my shoulder,” im glad you got the week off. you’re always overworking yourself.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” i say back rolling my eyes.

i throw my bag over my back and begin to head to the exit. before leaving i turn my head back to the remaining people and throw a peace sign,” I’ll see you guys in a week, i guess.”

i get various shouts of goodbyes and i exit on the building. i start my walk to my house, looking at the many shops on my way. i keep walking and are thrown out of my thoughts when i hear a meow. i turn my head into the small alleyway, and while sketchy decide to go in there anyway. 

at my feet is an all-black cat with piercing green eyes. as i look closer and see its injured and laying on its side, blood pouring from the wound. i couldn’t just leave the poor thing here, so i scoop the cat into my arms and continue my walk home, hurrying this time. 

 i arrive to my house, grabbing the keys from my back pocket and unlocking the door. i bring the cat to a clean table and leave to my closet, where the medical supplies lay. 

i hurry back to the table and begin to stitch and clean the cats wound. i finish after some time and clean the area up. i observe the cat and see no collar, it must be a stray.

i can’t just dump the cat back on the streets, it might get hurt again. i guess it can stay with me until it heals completely. i scratch its head, and it purrs in content.

i sigh as i realize i’ll have to go back out to go get some cat food, it’s no wonder how long it’s been since the cat last ate. i quickly go out to get some cat food and a litterbox. i make it home quick and set things up for him. ( i had checked his gender before going.)

i gesture towards the food dish filled with cat food, he looks at it with disgust before turning his nose up at it. he then come towards me and my plate of mackerel pike. i move the plate towards him and he digs in, eating it with excitement.

after hes done i head to take a shower and then get ready for bed. i throw on a thin nightgown with nothing underneath. and get in bed under the covers, the cat jumps on the bed next to me. he cuddles up to my side, i stroke his head. 

drossiness hits me and i fall into the sleep world.

 i feel hands gliding all over my body. i open my eyes and see nothing but a dark figure and piercing green eyes. his hand slide under my night gown, rubbing my bare body the hands are cold and i shiver at the feeling.

the fingers are cold as they press against my nipples, them hardening on contact. i let out at stifled gasp as they begin tugging on them, and as their knee press against my cunt.

what i imagine their lips are begun to kiss down my neck in soft pecks. they’re surprisingly warm, compared to their body, ice cold.

their fingers continue to twist and tug on my nipples, and they pinch one in particular which make me let out a moan.

i feel their lips twist up in a smirk and they bite my neck, not harshly, but not soft either.

they lift their head from neck, still playing with my nipples, and take me into a kiss. i kiss back, a familiar wetness spreading in between my legs. i buck my hips into their knee, desperate for friction.

they pull back from the kiss, their hands sliding to my waist.

“Needy, aren’t we?” they speak. 

i realize their, no his, face had become more visible as i see spiky black hair. i find me being turned on even more from his voice. he removes his knee and replaces it with his hand and i feel the squelching noises as he plays with clit. i moan and buck my hips into his hand.

he removes his hand and moves down, his head in between my legs. he holds them open with his hand and i prop myself up with my arms to get a better view. i see him looking straight into my eyes and he licks a long stripe up my slit.

i throw my head back in pleasure as he begins to eat me out. sucking my outer lips while toying with my clit before licking my entrance, then inserting two fingers inside me. he licks and sucks on my clit while he fingers me. he curls his fingers upwards hitting a spot i could only dream of reaching.

my stomach starts to tighten up and i realize im close, he buries his entire face in between my thighs, eating me as if i was his last meal, removing his fingers.

 i moan out in pleasure,” i’m clos- augh~.”

 i can’t even finish my sentence before my thighs start to tremble and i release all over his face. my legs spasm around his head his hair tickling my stomach. he continues to eat me out, as my thighs keep quivering and shaking. making sure not a drop goes to waste.

i wake up, sweat covering me everywhere. and i feel a huge wetness between my legs that im sure isnt sweat. i look to my side to see that the cat was looking at me intently. those green eyes remind me of the mysterious man in my dreams, but i shake it off and head to the bathroom to clean myself up. 

i come back before getting in the bed once again, going to sleep with no lewd dreams this time.

[evolnoomym]

This has nothing to do with the story I’m writing and is just me talking about a terrible situation that happened. I haven’t talked about it in a long time it’s probably all over the place. It’s about pet loss, grief and suicidal thoughts. Be warned if that’s not for you. 🦋

It’s been 607 days.

October 15th 2022, changed my life forever. A few days before your birthday, you died.

It’s crushing, to remember the day you came into my life, just six years before you’d leave it. At 2 months we got you and your sister, both of you so tiny, so sweet, two beautiful gentle souls. I picked your name….Karl and to even write it down hurts so much. The first few weeks you two spend in my bedroom and oh how much sleep you robbed me off by being active little babies….Back then I was annoyed but I would give anything to experience any of it again just to have one more moment with you. I remember the day you saw and felt snow for the first time in your live. I remember the move, how I had to tightly hold on to the box you were in because the driving gave me a panic attack and only you in that box gave me some sense of relief. I remember your voice and how different it sounded to anything I’ve heard before. You were so silly, so goofy, so sweet and so much more than just a pet my little star in the sky. All 4 of you together were the perfect group and now there is a piece missing.

It’s my fault. You died because of me and my selfishness. I couldn’t wait on more day and that cost you your life. If I would’ve listened to her we would’ve never left that day and none of this would’ve happened. It’s like I have your blood on my hands. Sometimes I thought it should’ve been me, I deserved it. I wanted to die and I wish i would’ve but instead you did. It’s like a stupid movie playing in my head. She saw you first, her scream is still echoing through my skull. Then I saw you. I froze just like back in my childhood when a terrible scene played out right in front of me. Just like back then I couldn’t do anything to help I could just watch. She tried to resuscitate you but to no avail. When she stopped that’s when I knew you were dead. That was it, you were gone forever. When I touched you it felt like always only you were getting colder and it was awful to feel no breathing, no sign of life. Now when I touch the others I always put my ear on their chests to hear the heartbeat to know they are alive. Our last goodbye was never said. You died alone, scared and in excruciating pain. You didn’t deserve that. I couldn’t stop crying. That day was one of the few times I hugged her, the pain of losing you made us put aside our indifferences if even just for a moment. We buried you the same day in the back of our garden, I gave you one final look, one final pat and that was it. I’ve been at your grave once since…it just hurts to much. After you passed i had moments in which thought I could hear you from another room or I saw you out the corner of my eyes but no,I was always reminded that you were gone I was just imagining things. You are just nostalgia and you won’t come back. My imagined you is all I have left.

You were the loudest of all and the silence in those following days almost killed me. I missed hearing you talk, missed you cuddling with me in bed, missed you being so dorky and I missed being greeted by you as soon as i opened the door. You left a giant hole in my heart. It was all to much and it felt like some unknown higher up wanted to fuck me over.

Before you died I went through a rough time but it seemed to look up and then you died. Maybe that’s my curse, whenever I feel like I’m going to be okay something makes everything fall apart. The version of me that I was when you were alive died that day with you. She got buried too and I was lost. It felt like my brain was bursting, so I tried to shove it all away I pretend to be fine and that worked but only for a couple weeks. December 2022 is when i suddenly got bad all over again my mind was caving in on me, resulting in me pushing everyone away. They were all a pending risk, I could lose them and that would hurt, it would be out of my control. So pushing everyone away was the only solution, if I have no one then there’s nothing to lose. For 5 months I didn’t speak to anyone. Only my Dad saw me he was the only one I let come close to me in those months. I had a lot time to think about what happened. I can’t look at the window without seeing you, the carpet you layed on was tainted with bad memories until it had to be thrown out. Saying your name became a taboo as it would rip open all wounds which are barely healing as is. In a way it’s almost like you never existed. And it hurts that I barely remember you alive, my memories are jumbled and all I remember is you dead. I look at pictures and videos rarely, every time I do is like a punch in the gut. I would give up everything to have you back alive and well in my arms. Sometimes I think I could’ve loved you more and I hate myself for not appreciating every moment more. Now I do, I started taking photos of everything, so many of your siblings and whenever the sky is painted with beautiful colors if like to think it’s you sending me a sign. I regret it so much that I don’t have a lot of photos with you in them. I see you in the clouds sometimes. When I’m out walking and there’s a butterfly I hope it’s you. I really try to believe that you are fine up there, that you forgave me for leaving but it’s so hard the “what if” is so haunting to know how much on simple decision changed all of our lives. Your sister Luna spends a lot time with me, I think she can feel how sad I still am so she tries to comfort me. When I look at Luna I see so much of you and she misses you so much. I think she calls for you wondering where you went.

Your death was my lowest point, I went through a lot in my life but your death was one too much, with that so much of my past that tried to push away came crashing down on me and it changed me. I will never be the same person again.

I will never forget you and not a day goes by where I don’t think of you my Baby Karl, you were here.

I don’t know if I will ever stop feeling guilty.

I’m sorry.

[withahappyrefrain]

ABBY!!! I’m not here with a fic title (bc I can’t even think of titles for things I write💀) but I just had a thought! Imagine existing in this weird limbo place with Jake. Where you’re not just friends, but you aren’t together, but you’re not not together. And neither of you are ready to sit down and have a conversation about what you are. But he keeps doing these things that friends don’t do. It’s mostly small stuff - picking up your favorite fruit when he goes grocery shopping so the two of you can snack when you’re hanging at his place or letting you use the one umbrella he has when it’s raining so he gets soaked but your new outfit stays nice and dry, he even brought you lunch when day when you complained via text that you forgot yours in the fridge - but there’s only thing that is distinctly not friends. At all. Like clockwork, on the first Monday of every month, he stops by the library where you work and hands you a small wad of cash. He kisses your cheek and whispers a color in your ear as he leaves. Winking at all the older ladies in the reading room on his way out, making them blush and giggle like high schoolers. After the doors are locked with all the returns checked in and reshelved, you make your way to the car and then to the nail salon. You spend an hour with your favorite tech, catching up on the salon gossip and how her kids are doing. You come out with your nails exactly how Jake likes them. Not too long, not too short, slightly rounded and painted in a shade of the color he whispered to you. He always gives you enough money for the new nails plus a very generous tip for your girl. (This first started on your birthday when you wanted to get your nails done but we’re hesitant to spend the money on yourself. “I can’t take this!” “Yes, you can. It’s for your birthday. Think of it as part of your present.” “Part?! Jake, that’s way too much!” “Darling, I make plenty of money. I can afford it and I want to treat you on your special day. You do so much for me, especially taking care of this place when I’m deployed. It’s the least I could do.” You put up a fight for another 15 minutes before accepting the money. Letting his sweet words and southern charm work on you like they always do.) When you get to his apartment, he feeds you a favorite of his and compliments the new set the whole time. (“I picked a good color this time, that red looks so fucking good. Bianca did a great job again. Hey! How’s her little one doing? Did he have fun doing the play? What was it… The Wizard of Oz?”) Once the dishes are washed and done (not by you of course, because he doesn’t want to ruin your new nails) he pulls you onto the couch and demands hair and back scratches. The two of you spend the rest of the evening cuddled up watching something mindless on tv, your nails traveling up and down his back, content sighs escaping him every so often. When it’s time to go home it’s hard to break away, knowing that this little bubble of being able to pretend you’re together goes away as soon as you pass the threshold. You spend too much time hugging each other goodbye, he lingers as he helps you put your coat on and like always, he breaks your heart when he grabs your left hand, gives you one last compliment and then gently kisses your ring finger. Right where an engagement ring would sit. If you two could ever get it together to get to that point. The drive home is the worst, the further you get from his place the colder you get, despite it being spring in California. One day, you think out loud, one day I won’t have to leave. One day, he’ll kiss my finger and then we’ll go upstairs together.

Holy shit Elle

I loved this. The banter? The tension? The chemistry? THE LONGING?! How you fit all of that into one ask?!?!

[lilyoffandoms]

LoA Drabble - Gabe x Lex

Day seven (use the words: small town, bar, jukebox) from this prompt list and also for day 14 (Private | Public | Cuddle) for the @choicesjanuarychallenge.

Warning & A/N: Never written for this book but thought I’d give it a go. Plus, as a small town boy myself, I’m sick of this running joke in canon.

“Let me guess, another joke about me only being small town?” he chuckled as Gabe raised his glass in another toast.

This one the private sort. Having said goodbye to everyone else outside the restaurant after celebrating their win. Gigi, Beau, Joaquin, and Lina hopped in a cab to continue their celebrations at a bar somewhere. Aislinn headed to help Sorcha settle back into her real home. Reggie and Linda gone their separate ways to their own homes. Leaving just Gabe and Lex who called a car and found themselves alone in Lex’s apartment with two glasses of bourbon.

“Does it bother you?” Gabe paused his toast at the slight strain in Lex’s voice.

“That I’m small town? No. Does it bother me that it’s all any of you seem to mention when I win? Yeah, it kinda does.”

“I don’t think we mention it-“

Lex let out a strained laugh and took a quick swig and continued on, “Ten times at dinner tonight.” He held up his hand to stop Gabe’s response. “I know you guys don’t mean it that way and don’t get me wrong, I love being small town. Being small town is what made me who I am today. But putting my accomplishments up against others’ based solely on where I came from is kind of a shit thing to do. And I’d rather we not celebrate by treating my town, my background, my life, as a joke.”

The smile fell from Gabe’s face as Lex continued on.

“So if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather we skip that tired joke tonight.”

He finished his drink and got up to pour another for himself. “Sorry to ruin the mood,” he shrugged as he leaned against the bar and faced Gabe, still on the couch.

Gabe considered him and his words before he walked across the room and leaning around Lex, set his drink down on the bar before taking Lex’s too. Slowly easing his hand to cup Lex’s jaw, pausing to be sure he was alright with the touch, before his thumb stroked Lex’s cheek. His other hand sliding down to rest on Lex’s hip.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know,” he whispered.

“Now you do.”

“Thank you for telling me.”

“Sure,” he dismissed.

“I mean it, Lex. Thank you for telling me,” he kissed him softly before leaning back slightly, foreheads resting together.

“To the smartest person I know,” he murmured into a kiss placed on Lex’s cheek.

“To the kindest person I know,” he murmured into another kiss further down his jaw.

“To the most clever person I know,” he murmured into a kiss on his other cheek.

“To the best person I know,” he murmured into a kiss on the edge of his lips.

“To you, Lex,” he smiled into a kiss on those lips.

“Well Ricci, you sure know how to make up for your mistakes,” Lex laughed, a brighter smile teasing its way onto his face.

“So tell me,” Gabe smirked as he handed Lex his drink back and took his own with him back to the couch, “what is your town like?”

“Really? You’re just going to jump from those kisses and sweet words to asking about my town?”

“If I’m going to make up for past mistakes, figured I should learn more about your life before you became the big time New Yorker you are,” he smiled and leaned back against the couch.

“God-forbid I ever become an actual New Yorker,” Lex said and made a sour face. “I don’t know, it’s like any other small town in those flyover states.”

“Come on, Lex. Use your imagination. Say I showed up in your small town America,” Gabe pulled him into his lap as Lex abandoned his drink and came over to the couch.

“You wouldn’t last a day,” Lex laughed.

“Hey, I could at least find the nearest bar and a drink. That would see me through for a few days at least.”

“There’s one bar, it’s not hard to find,” Lex laughed again and kissed Gabe.

“See? I’d be just fine.”

“Until the local boys heard your taste in music on the jukebox,” Lex laughed.

“Well, then say I fell head over heels for one of the local boys and he showed me around?” Gabe flashed his characteristic smirks at Lex but he didn’t miss the slight color that rose in Gabe’s cheeks as he said them.

“Head over heels, huh?” Lex teased.

“Hypothetically.”

“Then I suppose this local boy would be forever grateful you showed up in his life,” Lex smiled into their kisses.

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Choices Tag: @storyofmychoices @peonierose @aallotarenunelma

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I am still taking requests for this prompt list if anyone is interested (your mc /oc or mine or anyone’s). Otherwise I’ll just keeping writing my favs.

[itsgsuguru-archived]

not sure if your still doing this but if i were dating you or if we were dating. i’d kiss u every morning before i leave for work and when i come home.

i would cook breakfast for you. and would make dinner with you. while swaying to the music thats playing.

watch tv shows with you. i would cuddle with you and tell you all about the show im making you watch with me , even tho u say u hate it but u love that i enjoy talking about it.

i would play with your hair while u nap on top of me and i would rub your back and kiss your head and tell u how much i loved you and how happy u make me.

we would take showers together. i think u can picture what happens in there? 👀.

we would go on last night drives or walks and just talk about anything.

we would sit under the starts while i sketch whatever comes to mind while u talk to me.

you would teach me how to make your favorite food and i would teach u mine. and exchange recipes w each other.

but the what happens in the bedroom is all up to you 😏.

i would tell u how beautiful you are and how much i love hearing u talk.

you would share some of your favorite songs with me while i do the same w you.

we would watch movies while i lay on you and u rub my back and tell me how much u like my back tattoo (even tho after we have sex u tell me all the time 🥰.)

you would shower me w kisses and endless cuddles. when u notice im upset or having a really bad day.

oh and when im upset you will do anything to make me feel better either its yelling at gojo just cause hes around or going to the store to get me my favorite cake , u would wanna make sure i go to bed happy.

when im not getting any sleep or cant sleep you would stay up with me trying anything to help me fall asleep.

and we’d have fun sleepovers w toji’s daughter(if he allows it) and it would be me and her attacking u playfully and running around the house to hide from you. and put makeup up your face and do ur hair like a princess.

-tay

Good morning, goodnight, hello and goodbye kisses are mandatory in this house.

We'd be in the kitchen together always, having music playing the background and while something is cooking I'd pull you away from the cutting board and make you slow dance with me.

My heart, awww, I'd do the same to you, my love.

Well I like to save water so this is a given 🤭 I promise I'll behave... most of the time

Quality time, I love it. (it may be a love language of mine)

It takes two to tango in the bedroom, baby.

I'd love to make a playlist of our favourite songs together

Oouu what's your back tattoo?

I would always notice when something is off yes, and always try to help on those bad days

When you're mad at me I'd sit you down first and talk about the situation at hand, I'd apologise and kiss your lips telling you it won't happen again and then go and buy that cake of yours 🤭

When you can't sleep we can cuddle up on the couch and watch something till you fall asleep. Or if you want to bake something in the middle of the night we can do that too. I might doze off before you though, I'm sorryyy

I can imagine you both playing hide and seek from me 🥹🥹, the sift little giggles in the closets, or behind the couch. The makeup smeared all over my face, and we'd take so many pictures

Ugh that last one got me 😭😭

[kyunzin]

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧𝐭

pairing; ghost x fem! reader

cw; nsfw, cum eating, spanking, overstimulation, panty stealing, blow jobs, begging, fingering, groping , choking, thigh riding, aftercare, use of: good girl, princess, darling, love (to reader), reader is over 18

a/n; if it seems rushed it’s cause it it, it was getting to long so I had to shorten it a bit. , if you think I missed and tags tell me and I’ll add them

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dbf!Ghost who’s eyes linger on his friends daughter a little longer than they should.

dbf!Ghost who can’t help but take every opportunity to speak with you, your voice is just so sweet to him.

dbf!Ghost who watches the way your lips move as you pronounce words imagining the way they would look stretched around his cock.

dbf!Ghost who loves the little conversations you have, asking you about what your plans for the future are.

dbf!Ghost who overhears you complaining to your friend about how you don’t have a boyfriend and it get his hopes up even though he knows you wouldn’t look his way.

dbf!Ghost who drops by your room examining the things you surround yourself with, cute plushies littered along the bed and floor, silk sheets pushed to the side seeing you cuddling up to your life sized bear that he gifted you on your last birthday.

dbf!Ghost who goes home that day and fists his cock to the image of you laying there innocently on your bed unaware of his impure thoughts of you, cumming multiple times wishing you were there to swallow it.

dbf!Ghost who soaks up your scent every time you hug him to say goodbye holding on a little longer than necessary until you finally break away from him.

dbf!Ghost who thinks about your size difference at night, the way he towers over you making you look like a dwarf in comparison to him he bets his cock is bigger than your head.

dbf!Ghost who is at your house almost every day now whether it’s early morning or late night he will never miss a chance to see you, you’re all he thinks about.

dbf!Ghost who starts to crave more the more he’s around you, always thinking about how he could just bend you over the couch and fuck you right in your family home.

dbf!Ghost who fantasies about the two of you living together, you being his cute little trophy wife ready for him to fuck as he pleases, no surface in the house will go unfucked by the two of you.

dbf!Ghost who sometimes slips and his touch becomes a little more than friendly on more than one occasion but it’s okay because you’ll always brush it off and pretend as if nothing happened.

dbf!Ghost who’s is slowly losing control over his actions when he finds himself in your room one day when you’re out, laying on your bed and sniffing the pillows you lay on the sheet you use.

dbf!Ghost who figures he cant leave without a souvenir so he decides to go to where he knows you keep your panties stored and takes one out and with him leaving the scene as if he was never there.

dbf!Ghost who gets home and wraps your panties around his cock and fucks his hand with it cursing out your name when he cums in them, looking down at the mess he makes with them wondering what to do with them now.

dbf!Ghost who feels no guilt as he goes back to your house the next day acting as if he wasn’t violating your underwear the night before speaking to you with a gentle smile.

dbf!Ghost who slips the panties back into your draw underneath other clean ones without you noticing, hoping that you like the surprise he’s left in them, taking a fresh pair to use again.

dbf!Ghost who doesn’t come over a week later having been busy with work and finds you laid out face down on the sofa in shorts that could be considered panties.

dbf!Ghost who contemplates ripping them off you right there and fucking you stupid until you can’t remember your own name, warning you of the consequences of teasing him like that even though he knows you probably don’t mean to.

dbf!Ghost who instead sits down on the single sofa next to you asking how your week was cause in truth he missed hearing your soothing voice not that he would admit that out loud.

dbf!Ghost who watches the way yours eyes trace his body as you speak, the way your eyes linger on the beef of his arms and the muscles of his thighs he swears he sees you rubbing your thighs together.

dbf!Ghost who is intrigued when you ask him to keep something a secret from your dad asking what it is.

dbf!Ghost who has to hold back a smirk even though he knows you won’t be able to see you might hear it in his voice, when you tell him that you think someone went into you room asking why you think that.

dbf!Ghost who almost gives himself away muscles tensing in excitement when you tell him that some of your things have gone missing noting that fact that you didn’t mention the cum stained panties that he left as well.

dbf!Ghost who stands up ready to leave and tells you not to worry as it’s probably just one of your friends playing a prank on you.

dbf!Ghost who feels his cock begin to harden in his pants when you jump up and hug him tightly thanking him for listening to his concerns, looking up at him with trusting eyes, he wonders you would look at him the same if you knew what he did.

dbf!Ghost who after that doesn’t lay off but instead get worse the way his actions become more bold, resting his hand on your waist, letting his hands caress your sides and rest a little lower than appropriate, complimenting you and your outfits.

dbf!Ghost who studies your reactions, the way you get shy when he compliments you and the way you don’t curve away from his touch, he thinks he even imagines you leaning into him.

dbf!Ghost who imagines bouncing you on his cock the same way you jump when you get excited about little things, watching the way your tits bounce with you makes him want to suck them into his mouth and bite them making them all over.

dbf!Ghost who realises it’s been a while a few days since he’s pleasured himself with your panties and it’s starting bother him so he decides to steal some more as well as returning old ones that he keeps on him.

dbf!Ghost who goes into your room knowing you’re not there and open your drawer expecting to see the usual cute cotton panties scattered in the draw but instead finds some lacy ones as will as thongs resting on the top layers.

dbf!Ghost who takes one of each a red lace and pastel blue thong stuffing them in his pocket before going downstairs and saying farewell to your father unaware of his friends improper tendencies.

dbf!Ghost who spends a long time that evening fucking his fleshlight holding both garments to good face think about you sitting on it, him tongue fucking you hours.

dbf!Ghost who after that keeps repeating the cycle of taking putting them back reassuring you that everything’s fine taking more getting handsy with you unwarranted until after months he finally cracks

dbf!Ghost who decides he doesn’t care if you hate him or never want to t all to him again he just needs to feel your pussy stretched around him.

dbf!Ghost who goes to your house entering using the soare key your father gave him a while back and makes his way up into your room.

dbf!Ghost who takes a pair of panties but instead of leaving straight away goes to lay on your bed.

dbf!Ghost who pulls out his cock right there in your room and starts stroking himself in your bed not a care in the world, all he cares about is when you’ll be home and if hell be finished by the time you arrive.

dbf!Ghost whose question is answered when he heard you open your bedroom door and freeze in the threshold taken back by the sight before you.

dbf!Ghost who doesnt stop and instead begins stroking himself faster not that your here watching him it’s making it even better

dbf!Ghost who tries to apologise with fake excuses of “I couldn’t help myself” and “I need you please” not knowing how you’ll react.

dbf!Ghost who is surprised when instead if saying anything you walk into the room crouching down next to him and stare at his cock and it bobs with his hand movements.

dbf!Ghost who takes your hand and places it under his using your hand as well as his and the effect is immediate, throwing his head back in pleasure as he feels himself coming to the edge.

dbf!Ghost who looks into your eyes as he cums the biggest load he has in a while moaning out your name as he does watching you for any sign of discomfort.

dbf!Ghost who is shocked when theres more sign of disgust in your face but instead he sees lust in your eyes.

dbf!Ghost who tells you to lick it clean watching as you do so with no hesitation, licking every last drop from your hands and even his when he reaches it out for you.

dbf!Ghost who sits up and pulls you into his lap kneading your ass watching as your pupils glaze over “did you enjoy the show love” he questions.

dbf!Ghost who laughs when you slowly shake your head, staring down at his still hard cock that’s still leaking and tricking down the length of his cock.

dbf!Ghost who asks if “you want more darling?” as he can practically see your mouth salivating while you watch his cock release more fluids, you let out a breathy “uh huh” letting him know that you want more.

dbf!Ghost who tells you to “get on your knees” so that you can “suck me off” and you follow his commands effortlessly shifting back on the bed on your knees in face directly in from of his cock.

dbf!Ghost who groans as you give kitten lick to the base and head off his cock, he can tell it’s your first time by the way you hesitantly go about it but it only turns him on to know that he’s your first and last.

dbf!Ghost who lets you experiment with at fit a little bore he grows impatient and decides to take matters into his own hands, taking your head with both of his hands and telling you to “open wide” which you do.

dbf!Ghost who lowers your mouth onto his cock slowly sinking you down on him as to not hurt you letting out a “oh fuck” at the wet heat of your virgin mouth.

dbf!Ghost who starts bobbing your head up and down gently enjoying the little noises you make as you struggle to breathe due to the fact that his cock fills out your mouth and reaches far back into your throat.

dbf!Ghost who is infatuated with the way your throat contracts around his cock as you struggle to breathe, your hands gripping his thighs nails dogging into his skin.

dbf!Ghost who lifts you off his cock letting you take in some air entranced by the spit that surrounds your lips and they way your hasping for air like a fish out of water.

dbf!Ghost who feels like you’ve taken in enough air and stuff his cock down your throat again in one fluid motion continuing his earlier acts.

dbf!Ghost who feels like you’ve gotten used to his actions and decides that you’re ready for more begging to pick up his pace fucking up into your mouth instead of bringing you down onto him.

dbf!Ghost who loses control of himself and starts fucking your throat viciously not caring as to whether you can breathe or not.

dbf!Ghost who cums down your throat emptying a thick load into you as you push against his hands in resistance finally choking up for air some of the cum spilling out of your mouth.

dbf!Ghost who waits a second before pulling you into a messy kiss, tongue plunging into your mouth the taste of his cum exchanged with his saliva.

dbf!Ghost who strips you of your cute little top with you assisting him by lifting your arms, for him to just notice that you aren’t even wearing a bra.

dbf!Ghost who leans down to suck one of your tits into his mouth using his hand to tease and rool the other one between his fingers being rewarded by the sweet sound of your whines.

dbf!Ghost who finally bites your breast making sure to leave a bruising mark before telling you to “take off your shorts princess” cause he wants you to “ride my face”.

dbf!Ghost who watches as you stand from your bed and pull down both your shorts and panties in one swift movement stepping out of them.

dbf!Ghost who lays flat on the bed resting his head on your soft pillow pulling you back onto the bed and right above his fave.

dbf!Ghost who pulls up his mask just above his nose so that the bottom half of his face is exposed, watching the way you stare at him with awe reaching down to fell his face.

dbf!Ghost who gives you a moment to admire him before moving your hand away and griping you by your thighs pulling you down licking a long stripe from your ass all the way to your clit moaning out in ecstasy.

dbf!Ghost who tell you that “you taste so good princess”before he starts eating you out like a starved man having his last meal, licking and sucking away at your cunt like his life depends on it.

dbf!Ghost who fucks his tongue into your sex holding you down against him as you try to squirm away, moaning at your taste that he’s been craving for longer than he can even remember sending vibrations into your pussy.

dbf!Ghost who enjoys the feeling of your pussy rubbing against his tongue and face as you begin to rock on you own, grinding yourself on his face sluring moans of “feels so good” and “w’nna cum so bad please”.

dbf!Ghost who then makes it his mission to make you cum, flicking his tongue, sucking in your clit, all while staring directly into your eyes as he does it.

dbf!Ghost who feels you cum before you even let out a curse of “oh fuck” and “I’m cumming” revelling in the way yours juices flow into his mouth as he laps up every last drop of it shaking due to the force of your orgasm.

dbf!Ghost who lifts you off his face and into his lap turning the favour from earlier and kissing you with passion.

dbf!Ghost who smiles into the kiss as he feels you start grinding down on his thigh “you still felling needy princess?” he asks feeling a wet patch starting to form on his thigh from when you’re pressing down.

dbf!Ghost who lifts you with ease and turn around so your back is facing him kissing up your shoulder whispering “have to open you up properly so that my cock can fit inside you”

dbf!Ghost who fingers you thoroughly finding your sweet spot in record time avoiding it at all costs ignoring your whines and pleas because he wants the next time you cum to be on cock.

dbf!Ghost who feels as if you will be able to take his cock removing his fingers from your cunt and slipping them into your mouth having you suck them clean.

dbf!Ghost who tells you to “get on all fours” and adjusts you sliding a pillow underneath you sliding his hand down your back watching the way you arch up into his touch.

dbf!Ghost who ask one last time if “you ready princess” checking to make sure you aren’t having second thoughts because after he starts he knows he won’t be able to stop.

dbf!Ghost who upon seeing your firm nod as well as your accepting hum uses one hand to glide his dock towards your sex teasing it with the tip watching the way you angle you hops back trying to push him in more.

dbf!Ghost who slaps your ass with his other hand as a warning “don’t rush me, we go at my pace or nothing at all you hear?”.

dbf!Ghost who is pleased by your dejected whine as well as the still of your hips, he then continues his previous actions smiling at your obedience.

dbf!Ghost who finds he cant wait to be buried inside your pussy any longer and fucks into your cunt with one long and hard thrust bottoming out instantly.

dbf!Ghost who joins you in a moan of pleasure letting out a rough “oh fuck” as he feels the way your slick walls tighten around him as his cock rests inside of you.

dbf!Ghost who gives you a little time to adjust only thrusting into you shallowly not wanting to hurt you, he soon realises you’re not as delicate as seems when you start pushing back to meet his thrusts.

dbf!Ghost who picks up his pace both hands gripping onto the sides of your waist causing a wet sound of you slick to resound in the room as he fuck you harder with every thrust.

dbf!Ghost who fucks you with force and no remorse because there’s no way he’s letting you go now that he’s got you, he’s going to ruin you for anyone else.

dbf!Ghost who throws his head back fucking into you deeply, your cries of “too much” and “too deep” not deterring him only giving him more reason to fuck you harder.

dbf!Ghost who leans down reaching a new angle inside you, loving the feel of your walls convulsing around him due to the new angle “i’m gonna mould your cunt to the shape of my cock darling, would you like that?” he whispers into you ear.

dbf!Ghost who doesn’t wait for your response and pulls you up by your throat holding you against him piercing you with his thick cock, living in the sound of your choked moans turning you head lifting up his mask to kiss you all while fucking you.

dbf!Ghost who continues his brutal pace for a while alternating between kissing you and slapping your ass watching the way the flesh ripples from the harshness of the hit.

dbf!Ghost who knows you’re going to cum soon from the way your moans become more frequent and change from “slow down” to chants of “fuck, don’t stop. please don’t stop”.

dbf!Ghost who feels he’s going to cum soon when you cum all over his cock walls tightening more than he though was possible, shaking in his hold, body almost going limp and dropping to the bed if not for his firm hold on your throat

dbf!Ghost who watches as your juices creating a ring around his cock as he fucks into you from behind loving the way it sounds when he thrusts into you.

dbf!Ghost who cums deep inside you filling you up with his thick load turning your head to kiss you mixing both of your moans in a wet hot mess.

dbf!Ghost who looses his hold on your throat but not fully letting go paining you down slowly, pulling out of you and watching as a mix of your cum and his drips out of you.

dbf!Ghost who doesn’t want to make a mess of your already disheveled bed and decides to make use of himself attaching his mouth onto your chin beginning to lick and suck the cum out of you.

dbf!Ghost who holds you down as you try to crawl away from him due to overstimulation, hands reaching back trying to push him off you with pleas of “it’s too much” and “I can’t take anymore”.

dbf!Ghost who shushes you saying that “you can do it princess, just a little more” and “you can be a good girl for me can’t you?”.

dbf!Ghost who continues eating the cum out of you until theres no more, you might have cum again in the process but he wasnt paying attention being too focus on his task, leaving you sporadically shaking on the bed.

dbf!Ghost who turns you over pulling you into his lap rocking you in his hold rubbing a soothing hand up and down your thigh, tracing nonsensical shapes into them.

dbf!Ghost who waits until you fall asleep to gently put you down and go to the bathroom to get a washcloth to wipe you down knowing your to tired to take a bath or shower.

dbf!Ghost who finishes cleaning you up and slips his shirt over you pulling your covers over you leaving a kiss to your forehead with a whisper of “you’re mine now”.

dbf!Ghost who gets dressed going to his friends room putting in a shirt and goes downstairs to watch tv until your dad comes back home.

dbf!Ghost who acts as if he didn’t just fuck the sense out of you, conversing with his friend like normal.

dbf!Ghost who leaves without talking a pair of your panties this time knowing that he can have the real thing instead whenever he wants smirking to himself.

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𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[breitzbachbea]

Dai vicoli di Atene al centro di Dublino ...

After a disgraceful performance on an oral exam this monday, I tried to keep the shame at bay with self-indulgent treat.

Thusly, I crawled to @modernday-jay's Ko-Fi page and asked him to doodle me some GreSicIre coddling. So here we have Michele being cuddled by Herakles and Harry. Sicilian Sandwich between two slices of tender beef <3.

Which I then immediately took to badly photomanipulate atop a picture I took during my vacation to Palermo. I saw quite a few regional trains zipping around, all with this design that combines the colors of the Sicilian flag (red & yellow) with the European one (blue with yellow stars). #EuropeLovesSicily indeed.

(And please don't come for my shitty editing skills, I know that looks TERRIBLE perspective and composition-wise, my eye for such things has basically never been trained.)

[scandeniall]

front page baby!

A/N: Basically how your relationship gets exposed. Its midnight, I work in the morning but this thought was in my head cause ive been eating the exposed relationship troupe up since i was 15

Atsumu, Suna, Sakusa x famous musician!reader

CW: suggestive!

Suna: A picture of you two kissing was caught.

The two of you had been friends for years before dating. In fact, you’d been close with several known athletes and linked to a few of them over the years. That's why when hanging out with Suna no one really thought much of it. You’d stated that you were single on an Instagram live one time a year ago and never acknowledged your relationship status again. What the public didn’t know was what that status had changed shortly after. 

So imagine the utter chaos when a picture of you and Suna in his car was suddenly plastered online. It had been one of your studio sessions and he had picked you up to go to an MSBY Game and see your friends. Before getting out he had leaned over the console to press his lips to yours. It was meant to be a short peck before the two of you turned on your usual ‘just friends’ facade for the public but it had been about three weeks since he’d gotten the chance to really see you, and he missed you. It quickly turned into a brief makeout session as you both melted into the kiss sighing in pure content. “I really really missed you” The photo had caught his hands cupping your face mid-makeout and there was no denying it. You two were more than friends. Unfortunately for the public neither of you ever verbally confirms the truth, and continue your lives as per usual. However, it wasn’t missed how he’d always sit closer to you than he had in the past

Sakusa: Fan posts/tweets

It had been at your birthday show of the tour. You were on tour and he had also been busy with games but had a 3-day break conveniently that weekend. He (and Atsumu who annoyingly tagged along) caught the first flight possible to the city you were performing at. While there he had stopped to get flowers and those tweets had circulated. Later that night there were tweets confirming the athletes presence at your show. But hey, maybe the two of you (or even you and Atsumu were a thing) were good friends. Or maybe they were just big fans. Blurry pics showed him bobbing his head while his companion sang along loudly (fueling the you and atsumu speculation). However it wasn’t until after the show that jaws dropped. You thought you’d been alone on the side of the venue for sure. Normally fans waited near the bus out back to catch a glimpse of you and the other members of your group leaving. But as you and Sakusa spent the night cuddled in a hotel catching up, that had been wrong. Tweets started with how neither of you had been seen. Then a few glimpses of the two of you hugged up on the buildings side started. Tweets saw you pull the athlete’s mask down for a kiss. They caught his presentation of the flowers and a small cupcake with a candle. They caught how his thumb seemed to trail your lips as you licked some of the whip cream off. And no one probably would have believed it until pictures and videos circulated of you on his back as you waved goodbye heading to to bus citing your shoes absolutely wrecked your feet.

Atsumu: Videos of you two at a party get leaked.

The party was the last place you thought your relationship would have been exposed. It was not only dark but jam-packed with others much more notorious than yourself. It was an exclusive invite-only event and you thought the two of you were safe. After all, that had by no means been the first party the two of you had been at together. However the next morning you were shocked to find yourself and the athlete trending on Twitter.

“Olympic Athlete Atsumu and Singer/Songwriter (Y/N) Touchy At Club”

The tweet from TMZ had been paired with a video of you and Atsumu dancing rather closely. The grainy video showed your backside pressed towards while one of his hands had been glued to your hips. The other held yours as the two of you danced to Miguel’s How Many Drinks.

That could have been passed off as a one-time drunken dance however the thread of videos continued. Another showed you two dancing face to face. Throughout the 30-second video, Atsumu had been caught whispering in your ear, drawing a laugh from you. With your hands around his neck you pulled him in for a kiss and his hands that had been on your waist slipped lower. Even from the distance his shining eyes and large smile could be spotted

The last video, which had been probably the most relationship confirming was the to of you sitting at a table alongside some friends and other known faces. His arm had been thrown around the side of the booth you were on as the table chatted. He had pressed a series of kisses along your hairline before a final one on your lips before bidding you and your friends goodbye as he left with his.

Before you could scroll through the endless tweets, an Instagram notification from Atsumu flashed across your phone. Clicking it you were tagged in a photo.. It had been him holding a copy of your newest EP and wearing some of your merch. In the background was a crooked poster of you he hung up solely for the picture The caption read “Stream my favorite artist”

[neowinestainedress]

Everything has changed ; lee haechan

title: everything has changed |  part of the “loving him was red” series

pairing: lee haechan x oc | side members: oc best friend!kim jungwoo 

genre: coffee shop!au, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, mutual pining, getting together, (tiny little bit) angst

warnings: none

summary: She would’ve never imagined that the person that would’ve turned her life around was going to show up in that small cafè where she worked every day and hated so much. But sometimes, it only takes a coffee shop, brown eyes and a rain storm for everything to change.

words: 11.937k 

taglist: @meowniee @commentgirl @b1kon131 @blossom-rea @kyungsooislifeu @jenosbliss @multistan30​ | if you’d like to be added comment on the masterlist of the series

a/n: I should’ve published this one ages ago but I just couldn’t finish it and somehow I’m still not quite satisfied with the result. I feel like something is missing (probably it's the pain so that's a personal problem) but anyway it's here and I still hope you'll like it! Feedback is always appreciated, I’d love to know what you think about it. 

All I knew this morning when I woke, is I know something now know something now I didn't before. And all I've seen since 18 hours ago, is green eyes and freckles and your smile, in the back of my mind, making me feel like...

Mondays were always the same for Iseul, a traumatic start for yet another stressful week. It wasn’t like she didn’t enjoy working at the small coffee shop on Jeju Island. People were nice, but seeing the same old faces made her feel stuck. Being born and raised on a small island can make you feel trapped, and that was exactly how she felt. Trapped. 

Grandma Park’s sweet smile wasn’t enough to make her feel better. Just like the curious questions of the three-year-old Sooyoung, or the stray dog that always ran on the back to get some leftovers and let her cuddle him. 

But she had to bring money home and take care of her family. Her grandmother had always been there for her, and she surely couldn’t leave her behind right now when she needed her the most. So, shaking the sleep off her face, she got up, ready – more or less –  to face another day. 

The strong scent of coffee filled her nostrils as she greeted the nth customer of the day, bidding goodbye. It was almost five in the afternoon, and she felt exhausted. 

“God, I hate full-day shifts,” she whined, sitting on the stool in front of the cash register, resting her elbow on the desk and placing her cheek on her fist to stare at Jungwoo that was washing the cups and plates of the last customers that just left. 

“At least people here are nice,” he commented, putting the pottery in its place. “And they aren’t always in a rush, pressing you to get their coffee done in two seconds.” 

“But it gets so boring here,” she complained, twirling on the chair. 

“It’s because you make it boring,” Jungwoo replied, shrugging. “Look at me, I enjoy the little things of life and live amazingly.” 

She glared at her friends and shook her head. She also enjoyed the little things of life, but sometimes, they just weren’t enough. Most of the time they weren’t enough. The idea of spending her whole life like this wasn’t appealing at all, especially when it wasn’t what she had studied for and craved. She saw her dream break right in front of her eyes when her grandmother’s conditions worsened, and she had to give up flying to Seoul to take a degree in psychology to look after her grandmother and her little brother. 

“I have to go check the back, look at the customers,” Jungwoo announced before disappearing without giving her time to answer. 

She nodded, even though he wasn’t there anymore and stood up to stretch her back, not hearing the doorbell ring. 

“Though it was a bar, not a gym,” a voice said playfully and she stilled before recomposing herself again and turning around to meet what appeared to her like the most handsome boy she had ever seen. 

She coughed, shaking her head and trying not to get lost in his golden-brown eyes, or his tan skin, or his plump pink lips and his silky brown hair… “Oh, yes, sorry,” she apologized, bowing politely. 

The boy chuckled, passing his tongue on his lips, “Oh, no, there’s really no need for all this formality, I get it, really.” 

She smiled shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and said, “It was a really long day.” 

“No worries,” he reassured, resting his elbow on the counter and peeking his head to see what sweets were left behind the window. “It was a long day also for me, waking up early to prepare the last things and fly here from Seoul. I’m starving,” he confessed, letting out a huff and rolling his head back. 

“Wow, you’re from Seoul? What brings you here?”

“I used to live here, then moved to Seoul and now I came back because my grandpa needs help.” 

“Shit,” she mumbled under her breath, “I’m sorry for being inconsiderate.” 

He shook his head, “You’re not being inconsiderate for asking me a question I decided to answer, but for not proposing anything to eat,” he chuckled, dragging a stool closer to him, and sitting on it. 

She snapped out of her trance, cursing herself for being so dumb and grabbed tongs and opened the small glass window where they kept the food, “Sorry. So, what’d you like?” 

“That sandwich will be fine,” he answered, pointing at the one closest to her. 

“Can I serve you anything else?” She asked while placing the bread on a clean plate and handing it to him. 

“No, I’m fine for now. Can I pay when I’m done?” 

“Sure,” she smiled, and right when she was about to ask him something else, Jungwoo came back from the storage room. 

She turned around, not even trying to hide the big smile on her face and that made Jungwoo furrow. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, tilting his head before walking close to her. 

She nodded, “Yeah, why?” 

He shrugged and started to walk around the desk, ready to serve a new customer who sat down at a table, “Nothing. You’ll tell me soon, anyway.” 

She rolled her eyes and then turned around, making eye contact with the boy from before, he was staring at the scene with curiosity while eating – more like devouring – his sandwich. 

She lowered her head, smoothing the creases on her apron and grabbed a cloth before walking out of the counter to go clean some tables. In reality, they were already clean, but she needed to keep herself busy and don’t stand near that handsome stranger. 

But as she moved around the small coffee shop, she could feel his gaze burn on her skin as he kept ordering other things; first a glass of water, then coffee and then a sweet. And there weren’t other tables anymore, so giving up, she came back behind the cash, throwing the cloth in the bin. 

“I feared I had to buy the whole cafe to have you here again,” he teased, chin resting on his intertwined hands. 

She raised a brow and cocked her head, looking at him, “And why?” 

“You started to serve me, I wanted you to finish,” he explained before standing up from the chair and fixing the leather jacket that wrapped his upper body perfectly. “It seemed fair since I let you know why I’m here.” 

She nodded, “Okay, here I am,” she smiled, hand pointing at herself, focusing on what he had ordered to give him the bill instead of getting lost in him. “It’ll be 9.325 won.” 

When he paid and walked out of the door, she felt her world go still once again. It was the middle of May, so it wasn’t cold at all, yet she felt cold wrap all around her body. 

But his eyes, his smile and his nose didn’t leave her mind. His face was on every same old customer that came in to grab something to eat or drink. His face was in the back of her mind while she cleaned the dishes and fixed some boxes of food in the fridges in the back. His face tormented her all the driveway back home, when she greeted her brother and her grandma and even when she went to sleep. 

Something about him made her heart lit up, finding a flame she thought she had lost long ago. She knew nothing about him, he was just a complete stranger, and he easily could’ve just been added to the mass of people that crossed her path only once in her life. And that night, that thought made her heart break a little as the fear of never seeing him again crept into her bones. 

I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now. I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now. I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now. I just wanna know you, know you, know you...

Maybe it was luck, maybe it was destiny that for once reserved her something good, but that mysterious boy started to show up every morning at the coffee shop. 

And every time that his head popped from the front door, her day lighted up. Just seeing his face, hearing his voice and seeing his beautiful smile, was enough to turn her day around. 

He never stayed a lot, just grabbed his over caloric pumpkin spice latte and a chocolate muffin and then sprung out of the door. It killed her; she wanted to know him more, at least know his name, but he was always out of reach. 

“What’s with that sad face?” Jungwoo asked her, sitting next to her since the bar was empty. “It’s because Pumpkin didn’t show up?” 

“Pumpkin?” She laughed, trying to play it cool and avoiding his interrogating gaze. “And who’s that?”

Jungwoo rolled his eyes and grabbed her knees to make her turn around to face her. “Don’t play dumb, you know who I’m talking about.” 

She huffed, crossing her arms on her chest. “Fine, I’m just worried. Maybe something happened.” 

Her friend raised a brow, “Sure, whatever. It’s not that you miss him and are dying to know him better, right?” 

“Why do you care? I care for him just like I care for any other regular customer,” she defended, standing up from the stool to start to set up the dishwasher that had just ringed, letting them know it had finished cleaning. 

“Yeah, you’re super worried when Mr. Kim doesn’t show up for a day, I saw you crying in the bathroom the other day, terrified something terrible happened to him,” he ironized, helping her with the dishes. 

She stopped for a second, fist resting against her waist, “Maybe I care for him a little bit more.” It felt so humiliating to admit that she cared for someone she barely even knew, but it was the truth. And Jungwoo already knew it, they grew up together, and she always acted the same when she had a crush... if she could call him that. Jungwoo was just waiting for her to admit it out loud. 

“I knew that!” her friend chanted, throwing up a fist. “So, it’s a crush. Finally, you have eyes for somebody that is not Oh Sehun?” 

“Oh, shut up! You make me sound delusional if you say that.” 

“You were the one saying to me that no men on this island come close to him.” 

“And, in fact, Pumpkin is not from this island.” 

“Who’s not from this island?” His voice resonated in the room and Jungwoo winked at her before leaving her all alone, disappearing in the back again. She damnded her best friend and then took a deep breath before turning around. 

“We were discussing the drinks we sell here, and how small is the Korean offers,” she lied, heart skipping a beat when he smiled at her. 

Jungwoo peeked from the back door and stared at the scene while pretending to be busy doing something. 

“And Pumpkin spice latte with an extra whip is surely not typical,” he joked, running a hand through his hair, it seemed damp as if he had run there. 

“No, definitely not, but I guess that’s what you’ll take, right?” 

He nodded with a big smile on his face, and all the worries of the day left her mind. It didn’t matter he didn’t show up this morning, he was there now, and even if he seemed tired – even stressed – he looked beautiful as always and somehow found the strength to be positive and joyful. 

Once she was done preparing the drink and handing it to him, she gathered the courage to ask his name, but before she could open her mouth, he was already out of the door. 

And somehow it always happened like this, some morning she couldn’t even take him because she was already busy with other people and – as much as he loved her – Jungwoo couldn’t make him wait forever solely for her to talk to him. 

It felt like a stupid game; life wanted to give her a reason to wake up in the morning and carry through every day, no matter how terrible it was, but without never letting her get to the prize. It was tiring, and she had no idea what else to do to get closer to him.

'Cause all I know is we said, "Hello". And your eyes look like comin' home. All I know is a simple name, and everything has changed. All I know is you held the door You'll be mine and I'll be yours. All I know since yesterday, is everything has changed

Iseul yawned as she finished fixing the chair around on of the tables. She was alone since Jungwoo had to leave early, but anyway they were closed, and she was just trying to keep herself busy waiting for the storm to calm down before heading home. 

“Sorry, we’re closed, I’ve forgotten to lock,” she turned around and gasped when she saw him. “Oh, hi.” 

“I can leave if that’s a problem.” 

“No, no,” she said immediately. “I might do some company.” 

“Why are you still here?” 

“Jungwoo had to go. So I was just finishing things up to don’t leave a mess in the morning,” she explained and then looked at him. “What are you doing standing there? Come here.” 

He smiled at her, “I don’t want to make a mess, I’m a little… wet,” he chuckled, head lowering to point at his wet clothes. 

“It’s fine, come sit here. I’ll get you a cloth,” she said, before turning on her heels and going on the back to grab something dry to help him warm up a little. 

“Do you want something to drink? I can’t give you your usual sugary favourite drink but maybe… some tea? I don’t know.” 

“I don’t want to be more of a pain in the ass,” he laughed, wrapping the cloth around his body. 

She giggled, trying to hide how fast her heart was beating right at the moment. “You’re not. Actually, I rather don’t be lonely. Nothing ever happens here, but you may never know.” 

“Aren’t I just a stranger?” 

“I guess, you never told me your name,” she dared to say, subtly trying to let him take the hint she wanted to know it. “But we see each other every morning, so we’re not so strangers to each other.” 

“I’m Haechan,” he replied, reaching his hand out. 

“I’m Iseul,” she replied, trying to don’t blush when their hands touched. “So, what were you doing around here? You’re here in the morning usually.” 

“I was coming back from work, actually. But I lost the last bus and since it’s raining, I guessed you were still open, but you aren’t.” 

“I didn’t kick you out, though,” she chuckled. 

“With all the money I give to this bar every morning, it’s the bare minimum,” Haechan joked, leaning his back against the table, scrolling the towel in his hair to shake out more water. And it was a miracle her mouth didn’t gape at the sight. 

Shaking her head and giving him a small smile, she said, “Not my fault I make the best pumpkin latte.” 

“I don’t come here for a drink,” he replied, wetting his lips and staring at her straight in the eyes.  

“No?” 

He shook his head. “There’s somebody I really like that comes here too.” 

She felt her heart drop. Did he like somebody else? Who was she? He never stayed there for long, how could he even see somebody and fall for them?  

“Oh, who is… do I know her?” 

“It’s you, dummy.” 

Her brown eyes widened in shock as she felt her whole body heat up, “Me?” 

“You’re the reason that drink is so good, if I went to any other bar, it wouldn’t be so good.” 

Oh, he meant it like that. 

“Oh,” she whispered, looking down on the floor. What a fool. Of course, he couldn’t like her in any other way. 

“You never told me why you work here, you don’t seem really excited to be here,” he said, “Wait, let me explain, you smile a lot and you’re super polite with people, but it had happened I just stopped and stared at you, and when no customer is in front of you your face changes.” 

She stammered silently, attempting to find the right words but she had no idea what to say. Should she lie? Or tell the truth? What did he even care? 

“I like working here,” she said, forcing a smile on her face. “But it’s not what I really had in mind when I imagined what my life was going to be.”

“Things gone wrong?” 

She shrugged and crossed her arms to her chest; she didn’t like talking about that. There was nothing she could do to change that, and she already dwelt on it by herself.  

“What about you? What do you do back in Seoul?” 

“I work for a company, kind of boring, to be honest, but it’s all experience and then if everything goes well when I’ll get back I’ll have the chance to work as a script supervisor in another agency.” 

“Wow, that’s cool,” she said, smiling at him. “So you plan on going back?” 

“Yeah, with all respect, here is not really where I want to be.” 

She nodded. “And are you going soon?” She knew this was going to happen, she was the first one that wanted to leave, but she hoped that the only person that made her look forward to the new day wouldn’t leave already. 

“No, it’s not happening soon,” he said, before stretching and yawning. 

“Tired?” She chuckled, leaning onward to rest her arms on her knees. 

“A little bit,” he replied, “What about coffee? I don’t think the rain is going to calm down soon, maybe we could avoid falling asleep here.” 

She nodded, she was tired too after the long day, so she could use some coffee. “But I only have instant coffee, sorry but I don’t want to clean the machines again,” she said, standing up and heading behind the counter, followed by him. 

“That’s fine,” he replied, before taking off the cloth and folding it, leaving it on the desk in front of him. 

“Do you work tomorrow?” He asked, watching her grab two cups and the other things she needed to make coffee. 

“I’m always here,” she reminded him. “I don’t think you look at me very much,” she joked, adding two spoons in the cup. 

“I do,” he replied, “I look at you attentively,” he added, voice low, almost provocative. 

She gulped and tried to hide the excitement with a nervous laugh. 

“Like right now, for example, you’re blushing.” 

She almost choked on air and then laughed awkwardly, “You’re just making things up.” 

“Whatever,” Haechan shrugged, before grabbing the cup from her hand and bringing it to his lips. “You’re really pretty by the way,” he added, smiling smugly as he watched her blush brightly and almost choke on the sip of the drink. 

The rain calmed down just when the clock hit eight, and they talked and talked, so much that they almost didn’t realize they were finally free to go home and enjoy a warm shower and a hot dish after a long day out. 

“So, this is it,” Iseul said, locking the door of the cafe and then pulling down the shutters before turning around to face Haechan that was waiting behind her with his hands in the pockets of his blue jeans. 

“Yep. Thank you for letting me stay,” he repeated for the nth time, making her roll her eyes. 

“How many times do I have to tell you it was no problem? I would’ve died from boredom all alone,” she reassured him, tucking a strand of black hair behind her ears and then hugging her black purse tighter so it wouldn’t have slipped from her shoulder. 

Haechan beamed and then scratched his neck, looking around. 

“Wait, you don’t have a car…” she realized, tilting her head. “Come on, let’s go,” she ordered, before opening the umbrella and waiting for him to get underneath. He smiled and she felt her heart jump in her chest when he intertwined their arms and started walking to her car. 

“By the way, you could’ve asked, I would’ve dropped you home anyway,” she said, chuckling lightly, when they finally arrived at the car. 

The drive home was spent with the radio keeping them company while they kept talking about this and that, mostly about stories they shared of growing up there, finding it weird how they’d never crossed paths before that moment. 

“We don’t live that far from each other,” she noted as she pulled up in the driveway and parked in front of his place, well, his grandfather’s place. 

“Really?” 

“Yep, I’m just a street away, actually.” 

“Well, then, maybe next time I could take you home,” he smirked. 

“Without a car?” 

“I can drive, I just don’t have it here.” 

“Oh, and what are you going to do? Use my car to drop me home and then you drive here? And what will I do in the morning?” 

“I could pick you up,” he winked. 

She chuckled, shaking her head. God, he was really making her go crazy. 

“Goodnight, Haechan,” she greeted, watching him open the door. 

“Goodnight, Iseul,” he replied before handing her a small paper and rushing to the door before she could ask him what it was. 

She froze on the spot when she opened the paper and read his number. 

What had just happened that night? When did she get so lucky?  

And all my walls stood tall painted blue. But I'll take 'em down, take 'em down, and open up the door for you.

There was a reason if Haechan didn’t let people in. He had no time for that. He had one thing very clear in mind, and that was his future. He just wanted to get there; to the finish line, and finally, do the job he so long worked hard for.

And well, there was also another reason. He wasn’t exactly lucky with relationships. He had to admit that half of the time – all the time – it was his fault for running away when things went well – too well for his liking. He didn’t picture himself settled with somebody at his side for the rest of his life, not yet at least.

So he couldn’t understand what was the feeling he got with Iseul. He couldn’t understand how she slipped past his walls so easily. He couldn’t understand how he looked forward to meeting her in the morning at the bar, smiling behind the counter with no need to even ask him the drink he wanted. He couldn’t understand why the only thing that made him look forward to the end of the day was knowing that she was there, ready to pick him up to go back home. And he couldn’t understand why he hated the bus so much when they had different shifts and she couldn’t do that. He couldn’t even understand why every time he looked at her, he pictured himself settled in a house with somebody at his side, her.

“I shouldn’t be doing this and if my boss sees me, she will kill me. But we were going to throw them away anyway,” she said, lifting a little box full of sweets as she rushed out of the workplace, Jungwoo was going to close tonight. “You know, dumb rules about not selling food after a day.”

Haechan smiled and then grabbed the box from her hand. “And are they for me?”

“Yeah, I know you always eye them but can’t eat them because you’re in a rush in the morning so you can enjoy them tonight."

“Maybe we could eat out?” He asked hesitantly, eyes not finding the courage to look at her. What happened to his openly flirty personality? 

“Us?"

“Well, we did that once, right? Two weeks ago, for lunch.”

“Maybe not tonight.”

He almost felt his heart break in his chest at those words. He was doing too much, and he had just crossed a line, scaring her forever, right? “You don’t want to?”

“I do. But let’s go on a date, a proper one,” she proposed, no idea where the confidence came from. But she felt like she just couldn’t wait any longer. The lunch they had together wasn’t a date, but she wanted to seriously go out with him and get to know him better. “Saturday night? I’ll come pick you up at 7:30.”

“Oh, fine by me,” he replied with a shrug, but he had to lower his head to hide the happy grin that curled his lips as they walked to her car. 

He had no idea what was happening, but she was making his walls fall down, and for some reason, he wasn’t scared at all. 

And all I feel in my stomach is butterflies, the beautiful kind, makin' up for lost time, takin' flight, makin' me feel like...

Iseul had no idea when it was the last time she felt like that. Electrified. On edge for something that was about to happen. Probably it was because she didn’t have a date in ages, and also because she never asked someone out. Or more easily because she never liked someone as much as she liked Haechan. 

Calling it love was a big word, but she was now more than sure that she felt something for him, and whatever it was, was big. 

So now she was rocking on her tiptoes as she waited for the clock to hit seven in front of her mirror, trying to fix the last details. He had seen her worn out after work, like a mess in the morning during those days when she couldn’t even find the strength to fix the eye bag under her eyes, yet, she wanted to be perfect for that night. 

The place they were going wasn’t even expensive but she still wanted to be beautiful and wanted the night to be flawless. 

She took a deep breath, fixed her hair one last time, and then rushed to the front door after bidding goodbye to her grandmother and brother. 

She had been driving down that street for weeks now but she had never felt like that before. And maybe these butterflies in her stomach were rather stupid, maybe for Haechan it meant absolutely nothing. They were good friends and that was it, but she still couldn’t control the way her lips stayed curled for the whole drive to his house, or the way her palms were sweating, making it hard for her to grip the wheel and how her thighs were bouncing nervously against the leather seat as she waited for him to come out of the door. 

And there he was, jumping down the few stairs that lead into the small garden, his black boots at the feet, the black tight jeans highlighting his beautiful long legs, the white shirt and the leather jacket wrapped around his torso. 

“Hi,” he greeted cheerfully, entering the car and smiling at her. 

She blinked twice, drifting her eyes from his handsome face and the way his hair fell around it, and greeted back before coughing and starting the car again. 

“The restaurant is quite close,” she said, trying to fill the silence even if they had been together for less than a minute. Why was this so awkward? Why did it feel so different? They used to do this every single day basically. But this was different, they weren’t driving to work, they were going out on a date, a real one, and it felt so surreal.

But Haechan wasn’t listening, too caught up to stare at her. His eyes ran over her figure over and over, wondering how she could be real, now more than ever as she didn’t carry the tiredness of a whole day of work. 

“You look amazing,” he said with no hesitation, not even realizing those words slipped past his lips and didn’t stay in his brain until she turned around, almost swerving with the car. 

“Wow, wow, I didn’t want to scare you,” he joked, hoping that in the dim light of the evening she couldn’t see the way his face blushed. 

“I just, I wasn’t expecting that,” she reassured him with a small smile, hands gripping the wheel tighter and then her eyes focused on the street again. 

“Pink looks good on you,” he complimented again and this time she didn’t shake but she simply mumbled ‘thanks’ and smiled. 

The rest of the drive went smoothly as they chatted about stupid gossip they read on Twitter and sang along to the songs passing on the radio. It wasn’t much different from their usual drives, but the atmosphere between them was different. 

“Do you come here often?” He asked when the food arrived and they started eating. They had arrived at the small restaurant for around fifteen minutes, but the talks between them were still centred around what they talked about in the car. 

“I don’t really go out, I prefer my grandma’s homemade cook,” she admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes curling up in a smile. 

“I need to try it someday, then,” he said, winking at her. A sneaky, subtle remark, for her to invite him home.  

“I’m sure she’d love you. She’s very picky with people I bring home, that’s why I have like two friends allowed,” she joked. 

“Jungwoo included, I hope.” 

She chuckled, “Yes, he is for now, but I’m not sure how long it will last. She’s very protective of her porcelain collection and last time he almost made one piece fall to the ground.” 

“Okay, if you’ll ever invite me I’ll make sure to don’t go near them. I can be quite clumsy if I want to.” 

“Another thing in common, I guess. When I was younger I broke so many things because I couldn’t stay still.” 

“And not only when you were young,” he teased, referring to the cups she made fall the day before at work. 

“Listen, that was a mistake, they were still full of soap because the dishwasher broke,” she defended herself, rolling her eyes. Out of all the times it could’ve happened, they slipped out of her hands right in front of her boss. And Haechan sitting a few tables away from the crime scene, laughing under his teeth didn’t help her keep a straight face. 

“’Kay, ’kay, I believe you, but just because I love you,” he said, a small smile on his face as he looked at her. 

“You love me?” 

He froze, suddenly realizing what he had said and then laughed it off, “As friends, of course.” 

“Oh,” she mumbled, trying to pretend that the absolutely heartbroken gasp was a breath of relief. “You scared me for a second,” she kidded, head lowered, trying to focus on the food in front of her, her fingers struggling to hold the chopsticks as her hands started shaking. 

“Were you single back in Seoul?” She asked, trying to change the topic, trying to hurt herself more by reminding herself that it was better like that. He was going to go back there without her, falling for him was just so stupid. But maybe it was far too late... 

“Yep, almost never dated in my life,” he said, not really understanding why she asked that. 

“You? Single your entire life?” She asked incredulously. 

“No,” he chuckled, “I had a fling or two, mostly very superficial things. Love’s just not for me. I’ve always prioritized my studies and my career,” he added. “And you?” 

“Single, and not because as Jungwoo says, Sehun doesn’t know about my existence.” 

“You’ve never, never, dated?” His voice was full of surprise, not only she was gorgeous and he couldn’t believe people wouldn’t find her attractive, but she also seemed to be extremely romantic, at least, that was what he could guess about her in the last weeks they got to know each other. 

She shrugged, averting his gaze, “Just had a… had a life that didn’t give me much time to focus on relationships, let’s say,” she then forced herself to look up and force a smile at him. She never talked about what her life had been, too painful, a weight that still felt too heavy to carry around and she didn’t want to ruin this date with sad things. A talk about her parent’s death was the last thing she needed that night. “But let’s not talk about it,” she cheered, clapping her hands and then leaning to grab the bottle of Soju. “We should cheer.” 

Haechan nodded, smiling shyly at her, deciding to let the topic drop. “Cheer to what?”  

“To our future, for it to be as bright as possible and to be full of all the things we want.” And probably the thing, the person, she wanted the most wasn’t going to be in her future, surely, it was going to be like that, but she wanted to hope anyway. She deserved a miracle. 

And maybe that cheer had been useful, brightening up the date once again. Probably Haechan got that their last conversation made her sad and he did everything he could to make her smile again. Staying around him was so easy that she forgot about everything else. He was such an easygoing person and she was surprised how far under her skin he had gotten in such little time. 

And when at the end of the night, she dropped him home, she wondered if it was a good thing that they got so along with each other. 

“I had fun,” he confessed, leaning against the passenger seat, staring at her before he would’ve had to go back inside and put an end to a night he just wanted to last forever. “We should do it again,” he proposed, hoping she was in just as much as him, and when her lips turned up in her usual warm smile, his heart warmed up. 

“I loved spending the night with you, we should definitely do it again.”

Haechan nodded, turning his head to look at the door, feeling his heart sink in his chest at the thought of leaving. “Well, I should go, now. Don’t want to make you go home too late.”

“Yeah,” she hummed, waiting for him to open the door. “Goodnight, Haechan.”

“Goodnight,” he replied, waving at her one last time, and then getting inside.

She sighed, standing there in the driveway for some minutes, trying to take in what had just happened and calm the beat of her heart. 

The butterflies were taking flight, but they were flying so high that she feared their wings were going to get burned by the sun. 

I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now. I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now. I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now. I just wanna know you, know you, know you...

Days went over and so did the dates together. It was ‘just one more’ until going out on Saturday became a little tradition between them, whether it was going out to eat dinner together, a walk in a park, or an afternoon spent at the arcade while she cursed because she couldn’t win a single game against him – a big thank you to Jungwoo for often switching their shifts so she could go out even in the evening. 

Being around Haechan made her feel good. He just had a personality and a way of being that made her heart feel light, light enough to fly. And his mischievous grins and jokes were a plus that made him so intriguing and exciting. The more she knew about him, the more she wanted to know. And he surprised her every time, he always had a story to tell her, an adventure, anything. And the way he was so free, made her realize even more how many occasions she had lost in her life. And that was the hanging reminder of how this little patch of paradise was meant to be over soon. He needed to fly, and he could do that, and as much as she needed to do it too, she couldn’t just take everything and leave. 

It was that stinging pain that hit her every time she took time to look at him more than usual, and when her heart would let itself go more, her brain was always there to put her back on the ground. 

“You still didn’t take me home,” Haechan whined while they were walking around the Spirited Garden. They decided to prolong their usual Saturday trip and drive all the way to the other side of the island to visit it and some other parks near to it. Just them and three days immersed in nature. 

“You really want to eat my grandma’s food, I get it,” she joked. 

“Yeah, and I want to hear embarrassing stories about your childhood.” 

“I was good as a kid, a little clumsy, but good,” she told him with a pout on her face. 

Haechan sighed, clicking his tongue and shaking his head, not believing her, “I need to hear it from who knows you better.” 

A small smile crept on her face while her brain tried to come up with something fast, “She’s a little bit tired, now, that’s why.” Lie. She didn’t bring him home because she knew her grandmother would’ve read right through her and never let her breathe again. She already sensed something just from the way she acted without him around, there was no need to make it worst. ‘It’s either a raise on the check or someone that makes you smile so much,’  her grandma had told her one day and she just laughed it off before running out of the door to go to work. 

“Don’t worry, I can understand that. We need to take care of them, right?” He smiled and she nodded. 

“We should take some pictures here,” Haechan proposed, pointing ahead of them where a small bridge stood, letting go of the topic of their conversation. “We still don’t have a pic together, that’s a scandal after so many months,” he exclaimed, dragging her by the hand and running on the bricks. 

“Oh God, at least warn me when you decide to sprint like this,” she laughed, holding her chest as she tried to regain her breath. “I’m not athletic as you can see.” 

Haechan laughed, rolling his head back, shaking his hair out of his forehead. 

“You can fully feel the breeze if you do these things randomly.” 

“You follow your heart a little bit too much,” she replied, trying to adjust her hair for the picture.

“And you take things a little bit too seriously,” 

She sighed and then fixed her skirt and top, hands tight around the bag as she walked closer to him. “Let’s take our first picture then,” she said, ignoring his comment because it was true but she didn’t want to think about it.

“Say ‘cheese’,” he exclaimed. 

“Nobody does that anymore,” she huffed, side-eyeing him. 

“Okay then just come here, close to me,” he said, wrapping a hand around her waist. 

“Here.” 

“Closer,” he whined, pressing his cheek flat against hers before lifting the phone again and snapping the photo. She smiled, feeling her skin burn up against his and starting to giggle when he started leaving kisses all over her face. 

“Stop! You’re embarrassing,” she screamed through the laughs, trying to squirm away from him, trying hard to pretend that those kisses weren’t the highlight of her day so far. 

“You love kisses,” he replied, letting her go, but still close enough that if just one of them leaned in, the kiss would’ve landed on a portion of skin they never dared to graze. And their eyes fell right there, on top of their lips, staring intensely, throats gulping and hands reaching to touch each other. And she was about to give in, she could feel the voice in her brain, the one she never listened to, scream to just let go and kiss him, and for once she wanted to listen, she was going to listen to her impulses and close her eyes and lean in. 

But Haechan didn’t want to listen to the voice inside his brain. No matter how much he wanted to give in and finally get a taste of her cherry-like lips. He took a step back and turned around, coughing lightly. 

“Should we keep going?” He asked and only his voice brought her back to reality and made her feel so stupid for how vulnerable she showed herself to him. 

“Yes, sure. We still have a lot to see,” she replied, trying to hide the shame she felt with a giggle. But that wasn’t enough to stop herself from repeating the memory over and over again and damn herself.

The remaining two days there passed quickly as they tried to brush off the awkward feeling of knowing they were so close to kissing each other, but the embarrassment was only getting bigger thanks to other countless flirty words and other almost given kisses. 

And it was their last night there, Iseul stood by the small balcony of their hotel, letting the breeze caress her skin and blow in her hair as her brain flew far away from there, far away, where she wanted to be the most. 

“A little pensive tonight?” Haechan’s voice made her snap up, head turning around to look at the man leaning against the frame of the window. 

“You should be in your room,” she said, surprised he was there, even mad, maybe, because right now he looked just so… so real, he looked as if he could be hers. He didn’t look like her friend, but her boyfriend, just casually standing there, staring at her with his shiny brown hair and his deep eyes that felt like something she couldn’t define, but oh, if it felt so good and right. And he was just wearing his boxers and a long white shirt, he had nothing to hide as if she knew his body by heart, but she didn’t. She knew so much about him, and yet she knew nothing. He was like a dream, he also looked like one. 

“I couldn’t sleep,” he replied, voice lower than usual, full of unspoken words that he had no idea why he couldn’t say. He was straightforward usually, and even if he knew exactly what he wanted even right now, he wasn’t so sure he could risk it all. 

Her lips curled in a small smile, closer to a smirk, while she turned her head to the side, just enough to see him rest against the rails too, perfect profile cutting the view of the city around them, showing her the small moles on his cheek and neck, the ones she loved so much because they reminded her of the Ursa Minor constellation. And she loved the stars, they shine so bright in the pitch-black sky and are so far from there, she wished to be like them. And she loved to think that Haechan was a little star sent from above to light up her darkest night because that was what he felt to her. 

“Maybe you are the one that thinks too much,” she whispered, eyes drifting in front of her back again. 

A snicker left his mouth, “Staying around you turned me into this,” he joked, this time he turned around to stare at her, windblown at the way she looked and heart jumping in his chest for the way all of this felt. He had no idea what it was, or probably he did, and just didn’t want to put a name on it because it was scary and because it was a feeling he knew he never wanted or cared to feel, but it still felt comfortable. With no names or labels, the way they just existed around each other felt good. 

And he would’ve paid to stay there just a little longer, lost in their small bubble. He would’ve even given up Seoul for her. 

“You’re beautiful,” he said straight from his heart when he felt that he couldn’t take the silence any longer, it wasn’t awkward, but he needed to fill it with words. Words he needed her to hear. He needed her to know that he loved the way her nose scrunched up when she laughed, and he loved the small scar on her left cheek, close to her ear, and he loved the small acne scars on the right side of her forehead that she hid behind her bangs. 

She didn’t answer, not right away, but her eyes moved on him to study his expression, and, scared from the way they were so real and honest, she looked away again. “You always say it,” she replied, awkwardness concealed behind a light chuckle. She would’ve sat there and listened to him call her beautiful for hours, but knowing he had no real intentions, those pretty words just fuelled her delusional thoughts and after the glow of the moment just brought the rain with them. 

“Because it’s true, you are. Inside out.” 

She nodded, lips pressed together, and teeth nervously chewing the inside of her cheek. “I don’t know what to say.” 

“You don’t have to say anything.” 

“And… are you just going to stare at me?” 

“Why not? Are you shy? Do I make you shy?” 

She stammered under her breath, and shook her head, “I just…” Come on, think fast. “I just thought you were here to, I don’t know, talk. You said you couldn’t sleep.” Here. Another lie. Piling up with all the others she had told me to hide her true feelings. 

“I did,” he replied, rubbing his chin as his eyes never left her body, attentively watching how she would fidget at every word. “I couldn’t sleep because something was keeping me up.”  

“Oh, and what’s that? Your grandpa’s fine, right?” 

“Yeah, he’s doing better,” he replied. And that surely was a good thing, but him getting better also meant something else… “Anyway, I wasn’t thinking about him.” 

“Is it your job? Are you afraid of that?” 

“I was thinking about how some people come into our lives in the most unexpected ways,” he replied, cutting her off from guessing other stuff that didn’t even cross his mind for a split second. 

“Well, that’s the beauty of life, isn’t it?” 

“I was thinking about you,” he confessed, and her eyes moved up, straight into his, wide open in shock. “I was thinking about us.” 

“I…” 

“When my mom told me to come here, I felt lost and as much as I love my grandpa, I truly had no other reason to stay, and I was terrified that everything I had worked so hard was going to be taken away from me. But then I met you. I could’ve gone to any other cafè, or simply just headed home, or convinced myself that the coffee from the machines is good just the same and we wouldn’t be here today. I wouldn’t have met the only person that gave me a reason to stay and hold on.” 

She swallowed hard, feeling her heart beating so fast she was silently praying he couldn’t hear it. And she had no idea if she should’ve confessed that she felt the same, that since that day, he had been her only reason. And then the voice in her brain showed up again, and she did. 

“You were the same for me,” she admitted, direct, no stammering, no hesitation. “I felt stuck, well, I feel stuck, but you, well, you are the new exciting thing I needed to give my life a shake.” 

After hearing her words, Haechan let out a small breath of relief, relieved she felt the same, he could let himself believe that maybe, they were on the same track, they wanted the same thing. “If it didn’t rain so hard that day we wouldn’t have talked so much and got to know each other, you wouldn’t have carried me home. And guess what, I always hated the rain.” 

She smiled, “I like it, you know. Okay, only when I have nothing to do in the comfort of home but it’s nice.” 

His lips twitched into a small smile, before he whispered, “I like it now because it brought me to you.” 

She felt her throat dry, gulping hard while she tried to find the right words to answer him, but nothing that made sense crossed her mind. And just when she thought she had found the right words, something silly to mumble out to don’t look like a complete idiot, she raised her gaze to find Haechan way closer to her. His hand was looking for hers, and his chest was almost pressing against hers. 

“You are the best thing that happened to me here, and I know that usually, I would never go this far but, now that I have you here,” he whispered, hand raising up to caress her soft cheek, fingers brushing her face and then moving a strand of hair behind her ear, “I need to let you know how deeply I care for you.” 

“I-I,” she stammered, eyes moving on his face, trying to understand if he was real or if this was one of her thousand’s hopeless dreams at night. 

“You don’t have to like me back, I mean, I know this won’t work out but –” At these words, she shut him up, an unknown force pushed her forward, maybe it was the same voice she never listened to that pushed her to lean in and kiss him, hands cupping his face before one crept to the back of his head and tangled with his hair. And Haechan was caught by surprise, never expecting her to make the first move, but well, it wasn’t the first time she did. And he couldn’t care about who gathered the courage, he had her right there, and that was all he ever wanted. 

So, he closed his eyes and deepened the kiss, letting his hand wrap around her waist and pull her flat against his body. 

And probably they were making up for lost time because none of the two seemed to have the intention to pull away and let go of the other. So, they kissed, again and again, hands getting braver each minute that passed until they felt their lungs burn and had to pull apart. 

“I like you, Haechan,” she whispered, eye to eye, nose bumping against each other, “I like you a lot.” 

He smiled dearly, deeply looking into her eyes, and felt at peace with the world. After all the wandering around, he felt his place in the world, and it was her. “I like you, too, Iseul.” 

Come back and tell me why, I'm feelin' like I've missed you all this time. And meet me there tonight, and let me know that it's not all in my mind.

Jungwoo huffed, moving the chairs of the coffee shop around with more frustration, trying to gain her attention, but not even the loudest alarm in the world would’ve made her turn around. 

“Iseul,” he called her, walking behind the desk and turning her around. “You can’t spend the rest of your life sulking on him.” 

She rolled her eyes, and swung in the chair again, attention back on her TikTok for you page – there were no customers anyway, and she needed to fill her mind with something. 

“Ugh,” he almost hissed, raising a brow at her attitude. “Really? He’s not worth it,” he tried to open her eyes, for the nth time by now, he had honestly lost count of how many times he had that talk with her in the last two months. “You let summer fly by, not even enjoying a little bit of it, well, since he went back.” 

She sighed, blocking her phone and standing up. Went back. He didn’t go back. He disappeared. Left without saying a word around two months ago and she still had no idea why. 

“I... I’m sorry I’m not in the mood to go out with you and dance all night, okay?” She replied, trying to leave him out of the conversation. She already felt played enough, she didn’t like to mull on it, but the problem wasn’t Jungwoo. He just wanted to lift her up, he was trying his best to don’t make her fall into the oblivion once again. The problem was herself because for how much she knew she shouldn’t have focused on Haechan, she still did. She loved to hurt herself by going back on the memory train and replaying each moment together in her mind. 

“Just know that I’m here for you,” he reminded her, caressing her black hair gently and then going back to work. 

“I know,” she found the strength to reply. “Thank you, for everything.” 

At least she had him, he was the only one that knew about Haechan and what had been between them. Jungwoo was there when they walked into the shop together, he was there when Haechan would wait outside to go home, he was there when Haechan loved to distract her while he sat at a table and she had to focus on other people. Jungwoo was the only comfort she had, because unfortunately the silent one of her grandmother that understood that the same light that brightened up her sky for these past months wasn’t there anymore, wasn’t enough. 

She felt incredibly stupid, she was sure she had missed something along the way, that she misunderstood him and his words. And that was the main reason why she kept playing their story in her brain, she needed to find where they went wrong, she needed to find the exact moment when she scared him away, or when he told her he didn’t like her the same. 

She wondered how it could’ve been all in her head, though, when no wrong step bloomed in her mind. He had confessed to her, he had kissed her back. They kept kissing and going out when they came back to town, they never called each other boyfriend and girlfriend but they acted like a couple, so why, why did he disappear like a ghost all of a sudden? Why did he have to make her worry for him? 

Not that she feared he wasn’t doing good, she was sure he was doing great, back in Seoul, with his dream job, in his dream house, all by himself. But she still missed him, and she wanted him to come back. 

She at least needed to hear from him that all of this wasn’t in her mind, that there had been something between them, that he felt the same, even if it was already over.

But he wasn’t coming back, and she knew that if he ever would’ve had the need to go back there, he would’ve done everything to avoid her. 

He didn’t mean his words. He didn’t love her. He just let himself get carried away, it was so typical of him. She could at least say that she got to know him a little bit and this should’ve been less surprising considering he was the one that always ran away in relationships and didn’t make them last. And yet, she kept waiting. Dreaming of his eyes, his hugs, his jokes. Missing going to the arcade with him and losing, she even missed hearing him bragging about it. Just like she missed hearing him talk shit about half of his office. Or laugh loudly about a joke he had made that wasn’t that funny.

She just missed him. Or maybe she missed the way he made her feel. He was such a dreamer that, for a moment, also her, the most rational and practical person she knew, believed that dreams can come true. 

“Are you sure I can leave? Can you deal with this alone?” Jungwoo asked Iseul as he started packing his stuff, about to leave her alone to clean the shop as outside rain came pouring down, he had a last-minute emergency and couldn’t close with her. 

“Yes, I told you it’s fine, you don’t need to worry,” she reassured him as she put away the last cups, watching him come back again to leave a peck on her cheek. 

“I love you, you’re my saviour. I owe you one!” 

She shook her head, waving at him with a smile on her face before she watched him disappear. 

She felt the tiredness fall on her when she was halfway done with the tables, and couldn’t help but yawn, just waiting to be done soon and hoping that the storm would chase soon and she could finally go home and sleep, she wasn’t even hungry, she just wanted to collapse on the bed and forget about everything. 

Just when she was done with the last table, she heard the bell ring and rolled her eyes. Once again, Jungwoo had forgotten to turn the sign that showed they weren’t open. “Sorry, we’re closed,” she warned before turning around and almost passing out on the floor. She gasped when she saw him. This was just like the first time they seriously talked to each other. They were standing in the same position, she was still wearing her apron and he was wearing his drenched clothes, hair sticking to his forehead and chest panting for the run. 

But everything was different between them. 

She didn’t feel that need of wanting to know more about him anymore, because now, she had him down in the palm of her hands, or well, at least she thought. Now she knew his name, she knew his favourite song, she knew his favourite colour, she knew that his nickname was fullsun and she could totally understand why. If only he didn’t always come into her life with the rain. 

But at the same time, there were still so many things she didn’t know about him. For example, the reason why he left, why he left her all alone, making her feel empty and stupid for getting it all wrong. 

“We’re closed,” she repeated, not sure she could take an answer to the questions that tormented her at night. Not sure she could take him coming back with some made-up excuse because just the way he was just standing there was enough to bring her feet to move toward him mindlessly. But she didn’t, she fought it back. 

“I know,” Haechan replied, his eyes never left hers, and in these few minutes he could see all the pain he had caused her. “I’m sorry,” he confessed, starting to walk closer to her but she took a step back. 

“I don’t want to listen,” she stopped him, hands raised in the air to maintain the distance between them and he stopped, mortified eyes looking at hers. “You’re dirtying the floor, I had just cleaned everything and I need to go home. Please, leave.” 

“But I need to -” 

“I said, leave,” she stopped him, diverting her gaze, looking down on the floor to hide the way her eyes were fogging up. “Please, leave.” 

Haechan swallowed the bitterness in his mouth, pressed his lips in a thin line and then sighed. And if she lifted her gaze she would’ve seen his shoulders drop and his eyes beg for forgiveness, but she never did. And so he turned around, message loud and clear. 

And just when she heard the sound of the doorbell again she raised her head and tried to go on with the things she needed to do. But this time she didn’t wait for the storm to calm down, she wanted to go home as soon as possible, and when she stepped outside the raindrops were still hitting the ground violently as the wind blew, loud and strong. 

“I know you don’t want to listen but I need to talk to you,” between the loud whistles of the wind and the rain, she heard his voice, making her stop in her tracks, stilling to stay under the tent to stay safe from the water. “I had to leave, I had no other choice. My grandpa was getting worst and we had to fly him to Seoul and I didn’t want to put you under the pressure of another bad news. I didn’t want to fill you with also my problems- 

“Great, I hope he’s doing well,” she replied about to make her way to the car. 

“No, Iseul, please,” he called, hand reaching for her even if they were too distant for him to catch her.  

“Please what?” She asked, turning around to face him and make eye contact. “Listen, I’m deeply sorry for him and your family but… what did I mean to you? I guess I meant nothing to you, right? You could’ve at least let me know. I knew damn well that you weren’t going to stay, I knew that we weren’t meant to go anywhere but I deserved respect.” 

“I know, I’m so sorry but we never, we never called it love. I never called anything love, I was terrified, of playing with you, of promising something I wasn’t going to be able to give, I -” 

“But you did it, you played me. You told me you liked me, you kissed me, you, ugh,” she groaned, throwing her head back and stomping her feet to the ground. “We did all those things I’ve never done before, you stopped making me feel like a loser, I was so happy and then you just brought me to the ground again.” 

“I didn’t mean to,” he whispered again, voice shaking.  

“Fine, and what do you want? Do you think that popping here out of nowhere and standing under the rain is going to change something?” She yelled. And even if she said that, she had to admit that she found that kind of romantic. Nobody ever went that far for her, nobody would’ve let the rain pour on their skin in the middle of the street, not caring about the few people passing by. But, still, he had left her, and she couldn’t pass over it… not so easily. 

“But I’m back right now, I’m back because I know what I want, now I’m sure, 100% sure that I want you, that I love you. It’s you, it has always been you. I was just too dumb to see that this was real, that I wasn’t going crazy.” 

She sniffled, tears started to run down her face, and she just wanted to step forward and kiss him. Why did he make her so weak? Why did she want him so badly? 

“Do you know how much I missed you? How many nights I had spent up thinking about you? Your face the only thing I knew in these past months, the only thing that haunted me, hurt me, and at the same time kept me going. I missed you so so much, I couldn’t believe we were already over, I just… I needed you. I needed you so badly and you… you, God, you weren’t there,” she wanted to appear strong but the more she spoke the more she broke down, feeling like she just wanted to fall on her knees and let the rain soak her too, maybe it would've washed away the pain, maybe it would’ve felt like she wasn’t crying all alone.  

“I can only imagine all the pain I put you through, but I’m sorry,” Hachan replied, he was now in front of her, a few centimetres keeping them apart. “But I’m here to show you I only have the best intentions with you. I’m here to show you I want you, and if I have to get on my knees and beg to show you how much I love you, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything for you. I’ll take you to Seoul, I’ll take you to the end of the world, anything and anywhere you want to be, I’ll be. I just want to be with you.” 

“Stand up!” She screamed, feeling her face burn up from embarrassment when he seriously got on his knees, head low, beneath her. “Stand up, dumbass,” she repeated, lifting his head up by his chin, finally feeling his bronze skin once again. “I hate you much,” she said, face serious before a smile crept on it, twisting her lips in the grin he loved so much, “I think you proved it enough and people are already staring.” 

He looked up, eyes shining with a newfound hope. “So, you forgive me? You want to give us a chance?” 

She nodded, lower lips trapped between her teeth before she let go of it to answer. “Yes, but you’ll have to work extra hard to make up for the lost time.” 

And Haechan hopped up on his feet, he didn’t give her time to add anything else that his arms wrapped around her waist, he lifted her up, and made her spin around while their lips met, rain now wetting them both. 

And she couldn’t even complain about the wet hair and clothes, because finally she got to taste him again, finally she was in his arms, and she felt the happiest. Her heart started beating for living again, and not just for surviving like she was always used to doing. She was alive, in a way only Haechan made her feel. 

“I told you,” he whispered, against her lips, still holding her up, “I’d do anything to prove to you how much I love you.” 

All I know is we said, "Hello". So dust off your highest hopes All I know is pouring rain, and everything has changed. All I know is a newfound grace. All my days, I'll know your face All I know since yesterday, is everything has changed

“Maybe Jungwoo was right when he told me that people here in Seoul are insufferable,” Iseul huffed, throwing her bag on the cabinet next to the door as soon as she entered the house, shoes already discarded on the rug. 

Haechan chuckled, getting up from the couch to meet her halfway, “Just hold on, soon enough you’ll be done with college and you’ll get your dream job,” he reminded her before leaning in and kissing her softly. She hummed against his lips, raising her hand to lock her fingers in his silky hair and he took advantage of it to wrap his arms around her and pull her closer.

She had moved to Seoul with him since her grandmother had gotten better, and wanted Iseul to have a nice thing in her life, the only thing she had asked for was for them to come back during the holidays or anytime they could. And finally, in Seoul, she could study psychology just like she always wanted, while she worked in a little coffee shop to pay the bills. 

But the most exciting thing was that they got a small apartment together. Living together at such a young age wasn’t something Haechan ever imagined, or better, he had never imagined he would’ve lived with a partner ever, but here they were. In their little place, setting their own rules, finding out together the good things about relationships. It was new for the both of them, she wasn’t used to relationships at all, and he wasn’t used to the serious ones, but they worked, because they wanted it to work. And no matter how reckless it all felt when he proposed it to her under the pouring rain of that passed September, they now knew they couldn’t have done anything better.  

“I missed you so much,” she said when they pulled away. 

“See, it was better when I used to come to your coffee shop every time I had a break,” he joked while they walked to get to their bedroom and then he leaned against the doorframe, watching her get out of her clothes to change into the ones she used in the house. They didn’t want to cook that night, and he had already called her before to pick what to order, so they just needed to wait for the food to arrive. 

“Yeah, it can get boring without your annoying face around,” she replied, making a face from the mirror. 

“Have I ever told you that you’re beautiful?” He said, hugging her from behind, chin resting against her shoulder and nose snuggling in her neck. 

She rolled her eyes, and then said, “Yeah, you always do.” 

“Good, because I don’t think I’ll ever stop.” 

She smiled, turning around to kiss him again, and again, until they got lost in each other. And when the food arrived, Haechan had to rush to the door, putting on the first clothes he had found while she laughed at the unpresentable state he was in, before coming back into the room. 

“We’re not eating in the bedroom,” she said, stealing his t-shirt and pushing him out of the room. 

“Oh, come on,” he whined. “Just for once, you could relax.” 

“I am. I changed a lot over the past year,” she said. They both did, to be honest, Haechan had learned to have more sense of responsibility, while Iseul tried to be less hard on herself and loosen up, and together they had found a perfect balance. 

Haechan hummed, shrugging before running to the couch, “But we’re eating on the couch. I chose tonight.” 

She sighed, shaking her head before following him. “Will you ever grow up?” She asked, sitting next to him, stealing the chicken wing that he wanted to grab. 

“Hey! That was mine,” he complained, trying to grab it but she only moved her hand away and laughed. 

“And the answer is no.” 

Haechan rolled his eyes, “As if you don’t love this side of me.” 

“Oh, I do, but it’s not just a side,” she replied, chortling. 

“Still, you love me, and you should be grateful that rain brought me to you,” he bragged, biting his wing. 

“Never said I wasn’t.”

“Great, because I’m very, very grateful that we met and now I can have you all to myself,” he said, kissing her cheek with his dirty lips and making her push him away while he laughed evilly.   

“You were sent from hell to make my life unbearable,” she joked, cleaning her face with a napkin. 

“Shh, don’t reveal the plan,” he replied, before grabbing the remote control to turn the TV on. 

Iseul stopped for a moment to look at him as he eat happily and then started proposing what to watch on Netflix, and she smiled, agreeing with him but not really paying attention. She still felt incredulous that he was there, that he was hers, somehow Haechan still looked like a dream, no matter how much she had kissed him, touched him, told him she loved him and vice versa. 

But he was a daydream, because he was there, right next to her, chatting lively with a hand on her thighs to caress her. It wasn’t like more than a year ago when he was just a handsome stranger’s face, he wasn’t a ray of sun lighting up her clouded sky just for some minutes anymore, he wasn’t just in her dreams, being the only reason she wanted to wake up in the morning to see him. 

She had never imagined she was going to be where she was right now, she never imagined that she would've finally found a way to make that handsome stranger hers. But here they were, sharing their dreams and plans for the future, sharing kisses, hugs, texts, midnight talks and breakfasts in the morning. Their future was there, in the intimacy they never imagined they could have with someone. 

“Have I told you that I love you?” Haechan asked, cuddled up against her on the couch, as her fingers played with his hair and their legs were tangled together. 

“Mhh, I don’t know,” she joked. “Why don’t you tell me again? I’d love to hear it again.”

Haechan chuckled, turning around, and kissing her. “I love you and I want you to know you still give me butterflies, just like the first day I saw you standing behind the counter.”

“I hope those butterflies will last forever, then,” she replied, kissing him again. 

She knew nothing about what was about to come, and she knew that life could always take weird and unexpected turns, but of one thing she was sure, everything had changed and for once, she was glad that nothing went as planned.

[shemarmooresfedora]

Can’t Be Your Secret Anymore

Summary: You hardly expected the next time you saw Spencer after your big fight is him coming out of an ambulance on a stretcher.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Nurse!Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: one swear word, arguing, hospitals, fluffy ending!

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: this is an anon request!!! anon, i hope i did your wonderful request justice! my asks are always open for anything (random concepts, full-fleshed ideas, or just random thoughts/questions)

Masterlist

“Sorry, I’m home late, sweetheart. The team wanted to go out for drinks after work and then Savannah wouldn’t let me leave until I did karaoke,” Spencer chuckled, “Luckily, she was drunk enough that I slipped out without ever having to fulfill my promise.”

Spencer’s smile faded once he realized you weren’t smiling too.

“Why did Savannah get to go but I can’t? We have been dating longer than her and Derek,” you huffed, crossing your arms.

“Baby, it’s not the same thing…” Spencer began to say.

You shot up from the couch, “It is too the same thing, Spencer. I have asked you at least 5 times to meet your team and you always say it’s not the right time. When will it be the right time, Spencer? A year? Ten? I can’t wait around until you decide I’m good enough for your friends,” you began walking around his apartment, collecting your things.

“No, Y/N. Please stay. You can meet them! You can meet them, I swear! Please don’t go,” Spencer desperately begged.

“I never wanted a pity invite,” you sighed, “Goodbye, Spencer. Call me if you would finally like to commit to me for once.”

The gentle closing of his apartment door cracked Spencer’s heart in half. He snuck out early from the bar in hopes of being cuddled up with you but now he was all alone.

-

A week. It had been a week since you walked out of Spencer’s apartment only to be met with radio silence. If you were being honest, you hadn’t really expected Spencer to make no attempt to get back together with you. But if he really didn’t want you back, you needed to start moving on with your life.

“Y/N, we’ve got an incoming ambulance,” Linda, the other on-call ER nurse said, snapping you out of your daze.

You jogged out to the ambulance bay, suiting up with rubber gloves.

The ambulance screeched to a halt outside the entrance as the paramedics unloaded the stretcher.

“White male. Early 30’s. GSW to the neck. Pulse is thready,” the paramedic stated.

The patient’s eyes opened slightly for just a second and they locked with yours.

“Spencer,” you whispered under your breath as his eyes closed again.

You and Linda rolled him up the OR before returning back to the ER floor. You took a seat at the desk and put your head in your hands. You were trying to control your breathing because being in the elevator with your barely alive ex-boyfriend was not how you expected this night to go.

“Do you know Reid?”

Your head snapped up to the muscular man that travelled in the ambulance with him.

“What?” you asked, even though you heard him the first time.

“It sounded like you said ‘Spencer’ when you pulled him out of the ambulance. I was just asking if you knew him,” Derek said.

“Um, kind of. We have a mutual friend so I’ve seen him around but I really don’t know him that well,” you lied.

It pained you to say that you didn’t know Spencer well at all when he was fighting for his life in surgery but then again, did you really? The mutual friend technically wasn’t a lie because you guys were set up by Patricia, a librarian, because you were the only two people under 60 that came into the library regularly.

Derek didn’t seem to be convinced but he nodded and stepped away regardless.

When the head surgeon working on Spencer came out, you purposely pretended to be doing a task close to where his whole team had gathered.

“Dr. Reid is expected to make a full recovery,” you heard, you let out an instant exhale of relief, “He is in Room E105 if you would like to see him now.”

Shit. That was the wing you were in charge of post-op for. The surgeon found you and handed you the clipboard of Spencer’s file before returning back upstairs.

You slowly made your way to the room. Thank god, you could see he was still unconscious through the door. You knocked lightly on the open door to alert the team of your presence.

“Hi, I’m Nurse Y/L/N. I’m in charge of Spenc-I mean Dr. Reid’s post-op. I just need to check his vitals real quick,” you informed them.

A blonde woman with bright bold clothing that you assumed was Penelope, based on what Spencer told you, backed away from Spencer to give you room to work, “Do whatever you need to do, sweetheart.”

That sent a pang through your chest. Spencer always called you ‘sweetheart’ but maybe that was just because he could never bring himself to call you ‘love’.

“He’s all set. I’ll be back in an hour,” you flashed a polite smile before quickly leaving the room that felt like it was suffocating you.

“Thank you!” Penelope called after you.

-

An hour later, you picked up Spencer’s clipboard once again and headed to his room, stopping in your tracks when you saw he was awake.

You made brief eye contact before you whipped around and speed-walked back down the hall.

“Linda, can you take my patient in E105 please?” you pleaded.

“Is it super gross?” she cringed.

“No, it’s just someone I’d rather not talk to right now. It’s just a vital check for a post-op GSW,” you informed her, “I’ll let you take an extra 5 minutes on break and I’ll do all the bedpan changes.”

“Fine,” Linda grabbed the clipboard and headed to Spencer’s room.

Linda decided to take her slightly longer break right after doing Spencer’s post-op. So when his ‘call nurse’ button started rapidly going off, you had no one to turn to.

You sprinted down the hallway to his room and quickly opened the door to see him sitting up, perfectly fine with the remote in his hand.

“Are you dying?” you asked flatly.

“Without you, yes I am,” Spencer replied.

You rolled your eyes and let out a humorless chuckle before heading to the door once again.

“Wait, Y/N!” he urged.

You didn’t turn around until you heard a ripping sound followed by a loud ‘ow’. When you turned around, you saw Spencer had pulled his bandage half off.

“Spencer! Why did you do that? I have other patients to tend to,” you grabbed the roll of gauze on the table.

“Now you have to listen to me as you reapply my gauze,” Spencer explained.

“Where did your team go? Can’t you bother them?” you huffed.

“You met them?”

“Don’t worry. I said I barely knew you through a mutual friend. I know how terrible it would be for you if they found out you were dating me,” you assured him.

“No, no! That’s not what I want. I want to scream from the rooftops that you’re my girlfriend. I just get scared that once we make it official to everyone, it will be even harder when I lose you,” Spencer admitted.

“Why do you think you’re going to lose me?”

“Because you’re way out of my league. Sometimes I still think you’re just a figment of my imagination and this couldn’t possibly be real,” Spencer confessed.

“Spencer, you’re a hot genius FBI agent. If anybody is out of anybody’s league, it’s you.”

“And you’re a hot ER nurse who probably saves more lives than I do on a daily basis and...I love you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, he finally said it. A sign of commitment.

“I love you too,” you spoke softly, gently pressing down the last strip of gauze on his neck.

You heard chattering approaching and the whole team appeared at the door with food and drinks in their hand.

“Alright, Dr. Reid,” you shot up from the edge of the bed, “Your gauze is all set. Press the button again if you have any other complications. Enjoy your dinner. Remember only jell-o or soup,” you headed to the door.

“Y/N, wait,” Spencer grabbed your wrist before you got very far and then interlocked your hand with his, “Guys, this is my beautiful and amazing girlfriend, Y/N, who I love very much.”

“Um-hi,” you waved.

Derek looked between the both of you and grinned.

“We were just going to have some dinner if you would like to join us, Y/N,” Penelope offered.

“Sure! Let me just tell Linda I’m taking my break,” you smiled.

You tried to leave again but Spencer still wouldn’t let your hand go.

“Spence, I’ll be right back,” you promised.

“I need a kiss before you go,” he grinned.

You rolled your eyes playfully before leaning down to give him a loving kiss that made up for all the kisses you lost over the past week.

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The View From… The Top Bunk

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: You're on tour with the band and (Humbug!) Alex gets you alone on the bus while the rest of the band are out.

warnings: smut, cringey jokes from Matt, Nick, and Jamie

word count: 3.2k

-written for @indiee19 and her imagines book on wattpad, the fic is also up on her page ❤️

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The sound of the boys shuffling around the bus and chattering woke you up. You tried to nuzzle your head back into Alex's neck, but he wasn't there. You opened your eyes, seeing that Alex wasn't squeezed into the bunk with you. You groaned and forced yourself out of the bunk, eyes adjusting to the sudden ray of light that came through the windows.

You dug into yours and Alex's bag, grabbing one of his shirts and you walked to the bathroom, rubbing your eyes to try and help wake you up. Once you got there, you went in and brushed your hair and teeth, making yourself somewhat presentable, putting the shirt on over your bra that you slept in.

You used a hair tie on your wrist to tie it up so it didn't go past your shorts. You checked yourself in the mirror one last time and then walked out, turning off the light and walking to the small lounge at the back of the bus, seeing Alex and the rest of the band sitting on the sofa.

"Ahh, so the beast has awoken and come out of its cave," Matt said, eliciting a laugh from everyone.

"Fuck off, Matt," you said, still tired and half asleep. You walked over to Alex, sitting beside him and nuzzling your head into his neck, cuddling up to him and Alex wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, and lifted you chin so that he could kiss you. You could taste the last cigarette he had before you woke and you smelled his spicy cologne that you bought him for his birthday.

"Oh, no, we better leave before they start shagging," Jamie said, making a disgust face. You and Alex both held up your middle fingers at him, Nick and Matt laughing. Alex pulled away and you nuzzled back into Alex's neck, closing your eyes.

"You alright, princess?" Alex asked, kissing the top of your head.

"Yeah, just ... just a little tired," you said and yawned immediately after making Alex 'aww' in his head. You drifted off into your own world, not paying attention to anyone or what they were saying.

All you knew was that they were talking about what songs they would play on their set list for the gig later. You heard them say something about playing 'When the sun goes down,' 'Brianstorm,' and 'Teddy Picker' but that was about all you heard.

Thirty minutes went by and then the boys got up, including Alex, making you finally open your eyes when your head fell without his shoulder holding your head up.

"Where are you guys going?" you asked, sitting up completely.

"Oh, we're going to the sound check," Alex said, scratching the back of his neck. "Do you want to come?"

"Sure, just let me get properly dressed," you said and got up and went to yours and Alex's bag.

"Okay, we'll be outside, love," Alex said, walking outside with the rest of the band.

You reached the part of the bus where your bag was, reaching in it, grabbing some denim shorts and a t-shirt, putting on some shoes and the you walked outside, walking up behind Alex and scaring him. Matt, Nick, and Jamie laughed, Alex on the other hand, did not.

"Not funny," he said.

"Oh, come on, pull the stick out of your ass, it was funny and you know it," you replied, kissing him, making him smile, no longer being slightly mad.

"Okay, you're right. It was funny, princess," he said quietly, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you closer to his side. "We ready to go?" Alex asked the band.

"Yeah, Al. Let me go get Mark," Matt said, quickly telling Mark to come on and Mark grabbed his camera. You all got in the car, just barley enough room for all six of you. You were in between Alex and Jamie, Alex's fingers intertwined with your own. Jamie glanced over to you two and jokingly rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"You two better not snog in front of me," he joked. You and Alex laughed and Alex gave you a quick peck on the lips. Jamie made an over exaggerated disgusted face when Alex peppered your face with kisses, your lips, cheeks and forehead and everyone else laughed.

Alex stopped kissing you and laid his head down on your shoulder. "I love you, princess," he whispered, placing a chaste kiss to your jaw. You rested your head on top of his and you both sat in silence as everyone else talked the entire way there.

Once the car came to a halt at the venue they were playing at, everyone got out, Alex's hands grabbing yours and intertwining his fingers with yours, always desperate to touch you, whether it was by holding hand or laying beside you, he always liked to have some sort of physical contact with you.

You all walked into the venue they were playing at and you sat backstage while they did their sound check. Every now and then during the sound check Alex would look at you and when he stopped singing, he would blow you a kiss.

Even though it was their sound check, they still sounded amazing. Mark was filming them, no doubt for another installment of 'The View From...' videos that Matt was quite fond of doing and were also very fun to film. You laughed when Alex walked over to Jamie and did what you would describe as 'guitar fucking' where Alex was standing over Jamie and played their guitars and made weird faces at each other.

You were kind of sad whenever the sound check ended but you were also happy that you could kiss Alex finally. As soon as he sat down his guitar, he kissed you, his slightly chapped lips moving against your own.

Matt tapped on Alex's shoulder. "Okay, lovebirds, that's enough," he said. You and Alex pulled apart.

"Just because you're sad and single doesn't mean that you have to project onto us, Matt," Alex laughed. You couldn't help but laugh as well, Nick and Jamie joining in.

The show didn't start for another four hours so you all decided to play some games - throw the lime down the corridor, cards, but mostly throw the lime down the corridor, that made the hours go by fast.

You hadn't realized how close the time was to when the show was supposed to begin, after a while of playing the game, Alex grabbed you and pulled you into his dressing room.

"Alex,"  you squealed. He pushed you against the wall and instantly started kissing you, his hands traveling up your body to fondle your breasts through the material of your shirt and bra.

"Alex, stop, you have to be on stage in a few minutes," you said, pushing him away. You immediately missed the feeling of his lips against yours, but you didn't want to be the reason that he wasn't on stage in time.

He sighed and stepped back, grabbing the clothes he was going to perform in, quickly changing all the while you were watching him. Once he finished changing he ran his fingers through his hair, styling it in the mirror. You were jealous of how incredibly good his hair always looked, jealous of how soft and shiny and smooth it was, and how it rarely ever got tangled. His hair was better than yours could ever be, but you didn't mind because he was perfect.

"Do I look good, love?" Alex asked when he noticed you starring at him, chuckling lightly.

"You always look good, Al," you replied, Alex blushed at your compliment, always being an adorable, shy boy.

"Al, come on. We have to go on stage!" Matt yelled from outside his dressing room. You and Alex walked out, hand in hand. Alex grabbed his guitar and kissed you before going up on stage with everyone else.

Just like always, their show was amazing. The way Matt played the drums that made the songs, Alex's absolutely amazing vocals as well as Matt and Nick's backing vocals and Jamie occasionally messing up the cords, but still doing amazing. You couldn't help but sing along sometimes, though your voice didn't compare to Alex's whatsoever.

Your favourite song they played that night though was Do Me A Favour, though you were confused whenever Alex laughed during the saddest part of the song, but the confusion quickly went away when the drums and guitar kicked in.

Though you enjoyed the sound check, you enjoyed the show even more, and you loved the confidence that they all radiated, acting like the coolest people in the world, because they were. You loved hearing the crowd cheer for them - and you also loved the girls yelling at Alex.

"I love you, Alex!"

"You're amazing!"

"You're a fucking amazing singer!"

"Alright, everybody, it's time for us to go. We're gonna leave you with this one," Alex said, seeming sad himself. They started playing D Is For Dangerous, and you were glad they did, it was one of your favourite songs after all.

You got so into the song that you forgot that it was their last song of the night and you were sad whenever they stopped and said goodbye to the crowd. They all walked off stage, leaving their instruments on stage for the next night when they would be performing again.

You stood up and walked over to Alex, his face immediately lighting up when he saw you, grabbing your waist, kissing your temple.

"Did you enjoy the show, princess?" he asked. You nodded and told him that you absolutely loved it and couldn't wait for tomorrow nights show, certain that it would be even better than this one.

You saw the guys talking and wondered what they were talking about. They then walked over to you and Alex.

"So, we're going to out and eat, you guys wanna come?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, or do you guys want to go back to the bus all by yourselves?" Jamie added, him and Matt laughing. You rolled your eyes and Alex looked at you, then back at the guys.

"Nah, I think we'll go," he said, grabbing your hand, walking you to his dressing room to change, the rest of the guys doing the same. Alex wore the blue button up that you'd bought him for his birthday, he wore it every chance he got, it only being special because you had bought it and not anyone else. He quickly stepped into his black jeans and tugged them up, buttoning and zipping them.

You were on your phone most of the time, responding to messages from friends and family who were asking about the show. Alex saying your name snapped you out of your daze and you looked up at him, seeing his adorable, lazy grin that he only did when he was alone with you, not wanting to show it in public in fear of breaking his 'bad boy' persona that he had.

"You're so cute," you smiled, laughing when he made a weird face at you. You wished that he showed his playful and goofy side in public, you thought that his persona wasn't truthful to who he actually was - a shy, quiet, socially awkward, playful romantic boy.

"You ready?" Alex asked, holding his hand out for you to grab. You took his hand and he helped you stand up, grabbing his bag that had the clothes he performed in and you both walked out, leaving the building entirely, seeing the guys waiting for you two.

"You guys ready?" Matt asked, leaning on the car, Nick and Jamie getting in it along with Mark in the very back, Jamie sitting where he sat on the way to the venue.

"Yeah," you said. You and Alex then got into the car, sitting in the same spots as before, you in between Alex and Jamie, Alex beside the window.

The drive was full of singing, shitty jokes, and occasionally sneaky kisses between you and Alex. Nick and Jamie ended up arguing about witch soccer team was better and it was fairly funny, Matt even joined in. You couldn't help but laugh when they tried to bring Alex into the argument, though he quickly stopped that, saying that he didn't have a say in it.

You layed your head down on Alex's shoulder for the rest of the drive, holding hands, tuning out the stupid argument going on between the rest of the boys.

The car came to a halt at a restaurant, everyone getting out and walking inside, stopping in the entryway for the band to take a picture with a fan of theirs. You all then walked over to a podium where a waitress was standing.

"How many?" they asked, getting ready to pick up some menus.

"Uh ... six," Matt said, stopping for a moment to count up all of you.

"Okay, right this way," they said, picking up six menus, leading you all to a round table where you all took your seats. The seat beside you was empty, Alex sitting on the other side. The waitress left and soon after another waiter came to take your drink orders, bringing them out not long after.

It was a few more minutes until you all had decided what you were going to order and the waiter was quick to come back and take your orders, rushing it to the kitchen.

The boys somehow got back onto their argument on soccer, their bickering amusing, it was like they were children arguing about what superhero was the best which made it all the more better.

They seemed to be too into the argument to notice that Alex was now much closer to you, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh, brushing dangerously close to your clothed clit. You quickly grabbed his hand, reminding him that you were in public. He didn't seem to care though, continuing to rub your thigh, lightly brushing against your clit through the material of your shorts. You held back a gasp and grabbed his hand, pulling it away from you.

He glared at you, grabbing your hand, kissing it. You all talked until your food arrived at the table, though that didn't stop Alex from teasing you again. Whenever the guys were looking away from you two he would whisper dirty things in your ear.

"I can't wait till we get back to the bus."

"You look so hot right now, princess."

You knew that this was either him being horny as always, or it was his gig high that he hadn't shaken off yet. Your second thought was confirmed when he went back to rubbing you thigh, never wanting to do something like this in public, whispering in your ear. "When we get back to the bus, I'm going to fuck you up." That was it, you were gone, couldn't handle his teasing any longer.

"Please, Alex," you said quietly, begging him with your eyes. "As you wish, princess," he said, taking his hand off your thigh. "Hey, guys, I think we're gonna head back to the bus, she's not feeling really well," Alex lied, you playing along.

"Oh, okay, hope you feel better, love," Matt said, drinking his beer. "Thanks, Matt," you said softly, acting as if you were actually not well. You and Alex said your goodbyes to Jamie, Nick, and Mark and then left the restaurant, rushing to get to the bus.

You were both very eagar, more than  you could've ever remembered, the ten minute walk taking a little less than five when you began to hurriedly get there, pushing past people so you could get there faster.

As soon as you both reached the bus and got in, Alex pushed you against the wall, attaching his slightly chapped lips to yours, moving in sync with one another. He bit down on your bottom lip, demanding entrance and you complied, his tongue easily fighting yours into submission. He was quick to rid you of your shirt, working on getting your pants off.

Once he rid you of your pants, leaving you in your bra and panties, he grabbed the underside of your thighs, signaling for you to jump, to which you did. He carried you to your shared bunk with him. You shuffled out of the rest of your garments before crawling into the top bunk, watching as Alex took off his own clothes, crawling in and laying over you, closing the curtain.

He wasn't in the mood to tease you anymore, too far gone just like yourself. He was quick to give his thick cock a few tugs before he nestled himself between your legs, slowly pushing in, head falling down on your shoulder when he bottomed out, the feeling of your walls stretching to fit his size too much for him.

He let you adjust to his size before starting to move, going slowly, setting a pace of his own liking, though it didn't last long, he couldn't take it anymore, his need to hear you moan for him growing immensely. And it didn't take long before you were a moaning mess for him, fingers knotting in his precious hair that you loved so much.

He began to place wet kisses on your neck, one of his hands coming in between your bodies to rub vigorously on your clit, his other hand the only thing holding all of his weight off of you. You knew that it wouldn't be long until you came undone, his thrusts getting faster and faster, but at the same time sloppier and it was obvious that he wasn't very far off either.

"A-Alex, I'm so close," you whimpered, voice trailing off into a moan as Alex had delivered a particularly hard thrust, hitting the spongey spot that made you see stars.

"Come for me, princess," he said, delivering one more hard thrust, flicking your clit, sending you over the edge, your own orgasm triggering Alex's, his hips stilling, his hot release spurting inside you.

His support arm gave out and he collapsed on top of you, panting heavily.

"God, I love you," he panted, the both of you coming down from your highs. "I love you too, Al," you responded.

All of a sudden, you heard the bus door open and heard Matt yell yours and Alex's name. You heard him walk over to the bunk and opened the curtain, quickly closing it when  he saw you both.

"God, Al, you could've given me a warning," Matt said, walking away. "Jamie, Nick, don't look in their bunk. Trust me, you'll regret it," you heard Matt say in the small lounge room and Nick and Jamie's laughter echoed through the bus.

"Sorry," Alex yelled, pulling out of you with a sigh, the two of you shuffling so that you both could sleep comfortably in the very small bunk. "Goodnight, princess, I love you.

"I love you too, Al."

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when they find you sleeping

pairings : Akaashi Keiji, Kozume Kenma, & Ushijima Wakatoshi, all with a Fem!Reader

warnings: probably some swearing but all fluff otherwise 😊

a/n: i love how they just got longer from first to last lol anyways I took a lot of naps this past weekend because it was a long weekend for me so I thought I’d write about it 😊 enjoy! 

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Akaashi could’ve sworn you sounded so stressed on the phone when you had called earlier. He had only imagined the worry in your eyes and he could practically hear you pacing in your room.

“Please?” You begged, gripping the phone to your cheek. “I promise I’ll make it up to you!”

Akaashi sighed, glancing at the clock that was in the gym, calculating how long he figured it would take him to walk to your place, “Fine. I’ll pack up and you better be ready to actually review with me! Not just goof around like last time,” he scolded you gently.

“Mhm! I will!” You told him, a smile in your voice as you hung up. Akaashi just shook his head slightly. The things he would do for you.

It didn’t matter that practice had run late and that he was starving. It didn’t matter that he really wanted to go home, eat something, and go straight to bed. It didn’t matter because the most wonderful person was waiting for him to come over and he would do anything- absolutely anything, to make you smile.

But when he got to your place, he couldn’t help but smirk seeing you on the floor. For someone who seemed so stressed earlier, you didn’t seem stressed now. There you were, on the floor, curled up and using one of your old plushies as a pillow, sleeping the night away. 

The boy just shook his head as he smiled, glancing around the room at the familiar smell of your mom’s cooking. He grinned, knowing that you had saved him a plate because you knew he was hungry, because somehow you always knew exactly what he wanted.

By the time you had opened your eyes from what was supposed to be just a small recharge, Akaashi had licked the plate clean and was going over the study material.

“Hey! You were supposed to study with me!” You whined, rubbing your eyes open with one hand as you swatted at his arm with the other.

“You were supposed to be awake to study with me,” he pointed out with a smile because you were the most perfect being he could ever lay eyes on, even if you had just woke up from a nap.

“Okay okay okay I’m ready, test me!” You asked eagerly, holding up your textbook to him, shaking your head awake so you could concentrate. 

Akaashi just watched you for a moment, that smile of his reaching his eyes as he just looked at you. He asked you some questions, going over some study material and both of you finding it easy to talk things out with someone else there. He watched you as the two of you studied, just glimpses here and there. He loved you, even if he had never said it before, he did. And maybe, if this exam went well, he would tell you.

Kenma couldn’t help but feel just a bit of guilt in him as he found you passed out on his couch. His eyes drifted to the screen on his phone, noting that you had been over for at least 2 hours now and he had only now taken the time to realize where you were.

You had shown up a few minutes early, beaming sunshine and all things perfect like you always did. But even though the two of you had planned this movie night for weeks now, Kenma just couldn’t find it in himself to leave his game yet. “It’s alright, Kenma!” You had smiled, noting his hesitation. “Go ahead and finish whatever level you’re on. I’ll set everything up!”

It wasn’t out of character for Kenma to lose track of time, especially when playing a game, but this time, he felt extra guilty about it. There you were, on his couch, hugging a blanket that you probably brought for you to cuddle under during the movie, with the TV screen now sleeping because it had been too long, and a bowl of popcorn that had gone cold on a nearby table.

Kenma tried to think of what to say when you eventually woke up. He didn’t want to make you mad, because despite his actions in the last few hours, you really were the best thing that had ever happened to him (Kuroo liked to remind him of this all the time). Maybe... he could just go back and keep playing? No that would make things worse... right?

“Ken?” You grumble, sitting up slowly as you notice his presence in the room. He jumped at the sound of your voice, watching you carefully, as if gauging just how upset you were. “Oh! Are you all done now? Can we start?” You asked excitedly, still smiling so wonderfully over at him.

“...You’re not upset with me?” He asked carefully, sitting down next to you slowly.

You gave a small smile and just shook your head, “I knew when I first met you that I was going to love you. Even if that meant waiting on you.” You gave a little laugh at his somewhat stunned face, giving a bit of a whine when you realized the popcorn sitting there. “Damn, I knew I should’ve waited to get it ready. Now it’ll be all cold.”

Kenma shrugged and pulled the bowl onto his lap and tugged you closer to him, “It’s fine, we can always make more. I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” 

You snuggled into him, glad that you didn’t have to imagine him next to you anymore, “It’s alright. But maybe next time, just warn me you’re still playing so I don’t come over too early,” you teased and his cheeks turned red as he nodded.

Kenma wouldn’t be able to tell Kuroo later what the movie was about, even though Kuroo thought he was crazy for not paying attention.

“Who doesn’t pay attention to movies?” Kuroo scoffed.

Kenma just shrugged, looking up at the ceiling as he thought about his night with you. “It’s not that I really like the movies. I just... like being with her.”

“Have you even told her yet?” Kuroo nudged his best friend, raising an eyebrow. “Girls won’t wait around forever, you know.”

Kenma just sighed, knowing his friend was right, but there was just a little something in him that made him wonder if you already knew how he felt. “I knew when I first met you that I was going to love you,”... you hadn’t meant love love... had you? The thought tugged at Kenma’s brain all day long until he had had enough of it. It was starting to effect his gaming at this point because all he could think about was you. That’s it, he told himself with a huff. I’ll tell her today and just get it over with. 

Even though he decided on it so hurriedly, Kenma still gave the words he would say to you a lot of thought. This wasn’t like a game where he could try again later. He had one shot at this... and he wanted it to be perfect.

Ushijima should’ve sent you home. He had tried at the beginning of practice, but he should’ve been more firm. He scolded himself a little internally, shaking his head as he kneeled next to your sleeping body, which was lying on top of a makeshift pillow made from your jacket. You must’ve been so tired after class today and yet, you insisted to Ushijima that you wanted to walk home with him like usual.

“Who is that?” Goshiki had whispered not-so-softly as the rest of the team started to leave the gym.

“Come on, Goshiki. Don’t you pay attention to anything other than volleyball?” Shirabu scoffed in response, glancing at how gentle the giant of an ace was being as he sat down next to you. “That’s the Ace’s girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” Goshiki repeated, as if he hadn’t ever considered Ushijima having a girlfriend. And he hadn’t. Because Ushijima always seemed so devoted to volleyball, it didn’t really cross Goshiki’s mind that there could be something else.

“Now now, children,” Tendō laughed, wrapping his arms around the boys’ shoulders, grinning proudly, “If you’re going to gossip, at least get it right. Y/N is not Ushijima’s girlfriend yet.”

Ushijima couldn’t care less that the topic of choice for the team was his romance life. He wasn’t even really paying attention as their voices disappeared from the large gym. Although, he had wished they would be just a little more quiet since you were in fact, sleeping.

“Y/N,” he spoke gently, brushing your hair from your eyes slightly. His hand moved to touch your cheek, an instinct that he wasn’t quite sure where it came from, but hesitated and pulled away instead. “Y/N, it’s time to go home.”

You stirred a little at the comfort of Ushijima’s voice, mumbling something as your eyes fluttered opened. “All done?” You asked, a yawn interrupting you half way. 

A small smile tugged at Ushijima’s lips as he watched you, offering a hand to you and helping you stand, “I’m sorry you’re always the one waiting for me,” he apologized gently, rubbing the back of his neck as he watched you pack up your things. 

“I don’t mind, Ushijima,” you beamed up at him. “It’s not like you don’t do things for me,” you pointed out as you watched him grab your bag from you, always insisting that he help you carry things when he walked you home (even if you only had the one item).

The two of you left the gym, the rest of the team still lingering about and everyone wishing their goodbyes. You gave a smack onto Tendō’s arm as he laughed about you falling asleep, teasing you about being a baby who needed a nap.

“Is that really what you get when you’re the ace of Shiratorizawa?” Goshiki was gaping, a little starstruck over you. Sure, he had seen you around before but you just seemed a little too ethereal for him to think of you anything less than an angel.

“No,” Ushijima interrupted before Shirabu could, not even bothering to look at his underclassmen. “She’s one of a kind.”

Reon and Semi couldn’t help but laugh as Goshiki blubbered out an apology, hoping the ace hadn’t thought of his words as rude or anything, but Ushijima just walked away, clasping your hand in his as he said goodbye with you to his best friend. 

You should’ve been more surprised that Ushijima’s fingers were now interlaced with yours but it felt so natural that you didn’t realize that it was such a moment until you got home. The two of you spent the walk home talking about anything on your mind, you even managed to make him laugh a few times with how silly or dumb your thoughts were.

Ushijima gave you a small smile as he handed you your bag at your doorstep. And for a moment, he wondered what would happen if he just told you how he felt right now. But your parents called you inside and you eagerly waved him goodnight, sending him one of those adorable smiles you always seemed to save for him.

So maybe not tonight... but he would come back tomorrow morning with scribbled notes on his hand about things he wanted to say to you and a pastry or two because he wanted his confession to be as sweet as you.

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General Relationship Headcanons || James Potter

Request: “Please can you do a general relationship for james potter? xx” -anon

Word Count: 5,835

Notes: This is kinda slow burn, I’m a little sorry. The ones I did for Remus and Sirius were not canon so this won’t be either which is a little easier because no Jily. These keep on getting longer and longer, but part of that is because Jamie is definitely my favorite marauder.

Warnings: Smut, angst, lots of fluff, dom and sub James, momma’s boy Jamie

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You were something special

James had known that since he was 4 years old

It just took him a long time to realize exactly how special you really were

James Potter was an idiot

That would become increasingly apparent to him as he grew up

Your family and the Potters were great friends for as long as any of you could remember, meaning that you and James were practically attached at the hip

And who could blame you? He has such nice hips 

The both of you are heart broken when he leaves for Hogwarts leaving you behind because you wouldn’t start until the following year.

All throughout his first year you guys write back and forth sharing every single detail of your respective days, down to the color of the plate you ate your lunch on

You can’t help but feel envious

There’s your best friend in the entire world, in fucking Scotland

Making new best friends

When the next year rolls around and you get to finally join James on the Hogwarts Express you want to hate Sirius and Remus

You really do

But how can you? They’re Remus and Sirius 

You guys spend the entirety of the train ride laughing and talking and the other two boys tell you embarrassing stories from the year prior about James

When they hear your nicknames for him (Jamsie, Jamie, J), they make fun of him relentlessly

He calls you an assortment of cheesy nicknames too but his favorites, before you guys get together, are “Sweetheart”, “Sunshine”, and “love”

If you get sorted into Gryffindor James screams his head off for you, making room for you to sit next to him at the table in the Great Hall, opposite Sirius and Remus.

If you’re in a different house then James gets sad, really sad, like that night he cries into his pillow and Sirius has to climb into bed with him to give him hugs and tell him that its okay even if the two of you are in different houses. That doesn’t have to affect your friendship if you don’t let it.

The next day James would find you before you got to the Great Hall and engulf you in a hug in the middle of the corridor, not caring that there were people streaming past the two of you in either direction. 

“We’re gonna be friends forever right (Y/N/N)?”

“I hope so Jamie.”

Even though you’re in different classes and potentially different houses you guys are around each other all of the time

You sit with him and the other boys at their place at the Gryffindor table

They sit with you in the library

And by the end of your first year you’re having sleepovers in their dorm

You sleep in James’ bed of course and Remus and Sirius do. Not. hesitate. To mock you relentlessly

“You and your girlfriend getting comfy over there Jamie?”

“Go to hell Siri, let me cuddle James in peace!” 

These jokes continue through your years at Hogwarts and you and James take them in jest

As you guys get older the physical affection you share never dwindles

After someone made a crude comment in the hallway about the two of you he talked to you making sure that you were okay with the arms he would throw over your shoulders, the arms wrapped around you waist, the kisses to your forehead before he left the Great Hall for class, holding you in his arms in the Gryffindor common room as the two of you drifted to sleep.

You assure him that its okay, that its not weird because you guys have been best friends since forever and that you love how affectionate you are with each other

You don’t start to realize you feelings for James until he starts pining after Lily, you don’t know what you have until its gone, right?

Watching him stare at her in the Great Hall

Writing her little notes that even though he’ll go up and ask her out in front of everyone, which you’re not too fond of either, he’s too shy to actually give her

Listening to him go on and on about her, her hair, the cadence of her voice, the beautiful color of her eyes, how intelligent she is, and on and on

Sirius picks up on this instantly

And he does not hesitate to make fun of you for it all the time, obviously not enough for James to pick up on it because he’s a prick not a complete asshole, but still enough to make you blush uncontrollably

You can’t say anything to him though because he’s your James and there’s absolutely no way that he returns your feelings, you’re like a little sister to him

So, much to Sirius’ chagrin, you swallow your feelings and sit there by James, trying to listen to Remus as he tries to explain to you your Charms homework while James watches Lily on the other side of the Common Room laughing with Dorcas and Marlene

And a little piece of your soul dies

The summer between your third and fourth year, his fourth and fifth, you were excited to finally have your Jamsie back to yourself again.

It went without saying that the two of you would alternate between each other’s houses over the summer

There would be no Lily Evans to distract him

No exams to stress over 

Just you and James at the Potter estate, exploring the woods that, in all honesty, didn’t change all that much from summer to summer, and swimming in the bioluminescent pond on the edge of the Potter property, simply floating next to each other on your backs, one of his hands grasping your forearm, making sure you didn’t float too far away from him

But apparently this year it didn’t go without saying.

Instead, a mere month before the end of the term, James regretfully tells you that he and his family are going to Spain for the summer to be with his aunt who lives there and he really wants to take you but its the entire summer and his parents nixed it

“I’m so sorry sunshine, I really want to take you but-”

“It’s okay Jamie, I get it if you could you’d take me, but you can’t so its fine. I’m not going to hold it against you.”

And you can tell that he’s genuinely upset about it but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt any less when you hug him goodbye at King’s Cross knowing that unlike years prior you weren’t going to see him in a few days.

You spend a good chunk of the summer wallowing, not necessarily because your crush isn’t there with you but because your best friend isn’t

James writes you every day just like he did during his first year at Hogwarts but its not the same because you can’t see him

You can’t hold onto his arm when you’re tired and set your head on his shoulder

So when September 1st rolls around and you finally get to see him again you’re down right giddy

But on Platform 9 ¾ you’re looking for a wiry, lanky boy, with a nose a little too big for his face, and a squeaky little voice

Not the 6 foot man who approaches you, with broad shoulders and budding facial hair along his jawline.

“Sunshine!”

Oh holy shit

His voice

He no longer sounds like a dog toy, a very cute dog toy but still

You must admit that you’re a fan of the change, as the word leaves his lips you imagine resting your head on his chest and feeling the vibrations as he spoke with whomever

Its not a single day that you’re back at Hogwarts before James is fawning all over Lily again and you’ve had enough of it

You’re not going to let yourself to keep on pining after a boy who doesn’t love you

Not even doesn’t love you

But loves someone else

Sirius finds you a couple weeks into the school year, sitting with your back against a wall in an empty corridor trying to hold in your tears.

“What’s wrong, love?”

“I-I can’t believe I let myself fall for him. I’m an idiot Si!”

Sirius holds you in that hallway, rocking you back and forth while he murmurs to you that James is the idiot, not you, and that you deserve so much more than him

He helps you concoct a plan to get over James, he pitches to you going out on a date with someone else

Doesn’t have to be anything all that serious, just something to get your mind off James and remind you how hot you are, and how many people are lining up for you to give them so much as a moment of your time.

It doesn’t take too much on Sirius’ part to get you to agree to let him set you up

His name was Sullivan, he was in your year, a year younger than Sirius, with sandy blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes 

Sully, as he insisted you call him, took you for a butter beer at the Three Broomsticks

You had a good time, Sully was smart, and attractive, and you and he shared similar interests 

And all though he was lovely, and he insisted you were too, the both of you agreed that you would be better off as friends

You spent more time with him in the following weeks and less with James, Sirius, and Remus

The latter two were very happy that you were trying to move on because watching you stare at James was a little sad

James is confused, and hurt, and jealous

Though he adamantly refuses to admit that last one

Instead he just watches you. All. Of. The. Time.

To the point where if it wasn’t James it would be disturbing

And even though it is him it gets touch concerning

Sometimes before you go and sit with the Marauders at their spot in the Great Hall you’ll stop by where Sullivan sits with his friends and give him a smile, talk for a few minutes before hugging each other and walking away

It made James’ blood boil

Who did this kid think he was, you were his best friend he didn’t get to just waltz in and take you, or Godric forbid date you

One day you’re sitting outside with the boys when you see Sullivan on the other side of the court yard, excusing yourself you walk up to him and chat for a couple minutes before Sullivan’s face goes pale and there’s a shadow looming over you.

James throws an arm around your shoulders, tugging you into his side while extending his hand to Sully

“Hi, I’m James, (Y/N/N)’s best friend.”

James is standing there with you guys maybe 2 minutes, being the most passive aggressive petty person he could possibly be, dropping not so subtle hints about his distaste for Sully before he’s tugging you back to the tree where Siri and Remmy still are, their hands resting dangerously close to each other’s 

“What the fuck James!”

He plays dumb because if there’s one thing James Potter is good at its being an idiot, but eventually he relents

“I just don’t like the way he looks at you, it's like he’s trying to get into your pants!”

You start cackling

Borderline manically

“You’ve got to be kidding me James we’re just friends!”

Sirius being the eternally helpful human being he was added in his two cents, “Maybe you’re projecting Potter!”

And the laughing stops

James goes beet red, you feel all the blood drain from your face before collecting yourself and murmuring a quick apology before racing off for the castle 

You and James don’t talk for 2 days

It's the longest either of you have gone without some form of communication

You’re both so embarrased and you don’t want to hear James tell you that he doesn’t actually like you and that it was just Sirius being an asshole

Of course he would say this to make you comfortable but that’s not what it would do

It would crush you

You don’t have classes together so it's easy to ignore him there, and if you’re in separate houses it's even easier

Meals

Now that’s a different story

You can’t just eat somewhere else and the prospect of facing James after what Sirius said has you running for the nearest toilet

So you scrounge up what you can in the kitchen after meals

It kills James that he’s only seen you on the other side of the courtyard or disappearing behind corridors 

You’re supposed to be his Sunshine, he can’t stand that you’re hiding from him, he misses you so much

And at first he’s a little angry when you don’t sit with them at meals, but after scanning the Great Hall, he realizes you’re not there

His stomach drops, have you not been eating?

So dinner the second night he collects a plate for you with all of your favorite things and determinedly sets off for your dorm, balancing a plate in one hand and a glass of pumpkin juice in the other

He has to knock on your door with his foot

“Jamie, what’re you doing here.”

He gently pushes past you letting himself into your room to set the plate and glass on your desk

“You haven’t been eating.”

And despite yourself your heart flutters, because he’s right you haven’t been eating as much as you should’ve not wanting to get caught in the kitchens you only swiped what you could easily get your hands on

But then you have to remember, it's because you’re basically his little sister, not because he reciprocates your feelings

“I’ve missed you Sunshine.”

And you lose it

“Stop! Stop it Jamie I can’t take it anymore, you can’t keep calling me Sunshine and Sweetheart and Love and cuddle with me on the couch and then turn around and declare your undying love for Lily fucking Evans. I can’t do it anymore! I like you, differently than you like me and I can’t do this anymore!”

Poor Jamsie has never felt like more of an absolute asshole

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t revel just a little bit in the look on his face, didn’t feel a little triumph that maybe he felt even a fraction as bad as you did.

He’s an idiot and he realizes it

You’re both very quiet for a minute before he walks up to you so that you’re a mere inch from him before he gulps and leans down to press his lips to yours

“I’m an idiot.”

“Yes you are.”

“But I’m your idiot, right?”

“Always Jamsie.”

It's not as though much changes between the two of you on the surface once you’re together

You’re a bit more touchy feely with each other, kisses usually pressed to foreheads or temples often find themselves brushing at the other’s lips

He holds your hand a lot more freely now and more often than not it will end up clasping your thigh under the table in the Great Hall, or after having pushed your chairs together in the library so they touched

When you curl up together in the Gryffindor common room his hands find their way under your shirt, lightly tracing the skin of your stomach, pressing kisses to the junction where your neck meets your shoulder

His arsenal of nicknames expands impressively

Angel, darling, beautiful, gorgeous, poppet, pretty girl, mine

And he’ll add the occasional my before the word “love”

You already slept over in their dorm room every other night before you and James got together but now it's more of a nightly occurrence

Especially the day before a Quidditch match, James insists that he sleeps with his lucky charm, says you keep him calm

You cheer the hardest for James at his matches, bar maybe Sirius

Even if you’re in a different house you sit with Siri and Remus in the Gryffindor stands and get all decked out in red and gold

Now that you’re his he has no problem with Sullivan, he trusts you and by extension he trusts the people you trust

You’re touched one day, early on into your relationship, when Lily comes up to you in the Great Hall and tells you that you didn’t have to tell James to tell her that he was sorry for being a prick and not taking no for an answer.

You don’t tell her this but you didn’t ask him to do anything

James is just a good person

He also has an abundance of money and little impulse control

He’ll buy you literally anything he sees that reminds him of you, or if he remembers you bringing up that you wanted or needed it

He likes buying you jewelry because you can wear it more often than you could say the same dress or blouse

That’s not to say that he doesn’t buy you clothes too, he has all of your sizes memorized and knows whether you wear normal/petite/tall

James Potter will buy you pads/tampons/whatever product you use

He’s a man not a little boy and he doesn’t give a flying fuck if someone makes fun of him for it

One day Lucius calls him out for it and Jamie is just not having it 

“You have no clue where the clit is or what to do with it do you Malfoy?”

He’s always helped you through your periods so now that you’re together he’s just more liberal with his touch because he knows how much you love it

He knows how to do basic hairstyles and such because he watched his mom when he was a little boy and watch your mom do your hair too

If your hair requires special treatments and hairstyles he will write to your mom, asking for her to teach you because he loves your hair and wants to be able to help you, like imagine sitting in his bed while he puts braids in your hair following the instructions your mom sent him

Speaking of families when he tells Euphemia you two are together (which he does as soon as he leaves your dorm that night) she literally screams

Fleamont was worried that she was being attacked

But the next day at breakfast you get a letter from Euphemia stained with dried tear drops as she poured her heart out to you, telling you how much she loved you and that if her son ever broke your heart you were to go to her immediately and she would deal with him for you 

The year you finally become boyfriend and girlfriend is the year you all become animaguses 

James tries to argue with you, insisting that you shouldn’t do it because it's dangerous and he doesn’t want you getting hurt

Your rebuttal is that isn’t it just as dangerous for him? And if you’re not doing it neither is he and that leaves Sirius which just wouldn’t end well 

He’s so proud of you when you transform for the first time, he gets so distracted watching you that he forgets where he is for a moment

That summer, unlike the one previous, you and James spend all of your time together 

You spend the entirety of the holiday at the Potter estate doing all the things that you and Jamie used to do when you were younger, only this time its better

Instead of being childhood friends you’re each other’s 

You can kiss him, and hold his hand, and he can lift up your hair to kiss the back of your neck

Euphemia lets you guys sleep in the same bed but before that she sits the two of you down and gives you the talk

“Now (Y/N), I don’t know if your parents have ever discussed this with you but if you two are going to be sharing a bed I think it's important we go over it.”

There’s so much blushing and whining from James

“Muuuummmm.”

One night you guys are lying on the floor of his bedroom wearing the absolute bare minimum because it was so hot and humid out when you pitched the idea of going skinny dipping

James is hesitant at first because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable

But you insist that you’re fine and point out to him that it was you idea not his

Being the gentleman he is when you strip by the lake he looks away making you laugh

When you turn him to look at you his jaw drops

You’re even more gorgeous than he could’ve ever imagined

It's dark out but the light from the lake allows you to drink in your figure

He blushes so much you’d think that he was the one naked

 When he does strip too he grabs you and jumps into the water, you guys are all over each other, running your hands up and down his chest, his hands are supporting your bum while your legs wrap around his waist

You have sex that night, for the first time, he was very gentle with you and holds your hand when he breaks you hymen and if you cry he kisses away your tears

“Do you wanna stop baby? Does it hurt too much? We can stop.”

James is one of two things depending on your preference

We have soft dom!James and sub!James

I personally appreciate a healthy mix of both 

Starting with soft dom!James, he would be so gentle with you 

Also very firm though, if you broke any of his rules he would not hesitate to punish you

He’s a thigh man through and through

Doesn’t matter if we’re talking dom or sub, the man lives for your thighs

Which makes his favorite form of punishment laying you across his lap to spank you, but most of the time his blows land on more of your thighs than they do your bum

He makes you count as he spanks you too and after every blow you have to thank him

“One! Thank you Daddy!”

And if you ever call him James instead of Daddy during sex he’ll stick his fingers in your mouth and make you choke on them, kissing away the tears that fall from your eyes, “S’okay baby, you’re okay. Can you do this for me? Can you take my fingers like the good girl I know you are?”

He loves taking you up against a wall, especially in the locker rooms after a Quidditch match

Shower sex is one of his favorites, thinks you look absolutely gorgeous, soaking wet and moaning for him, not to mention he get’s to fuck you up against the wall

This is the point in the headcanon where I urge you all to go read the blurbs by @randomoutsiders​ where Remus and Sirius teach James how to brat tame you, she captures his essence perfectly

He loves to blindfold you, he likes the little jump he gets out of you when he touches you

He gives you the most condescending mocking smiles

What comes to mind is the first time he makes you squirt, he’s so proud of both himself and you

“Good girl, look at that, look at how much of a mess you made for me angel. So pretty, good job.”

He then proceeds to lick the mess you just made off of you 

He loves buying you lingerie

He likes it in a deep red and black

Loves ripping it off of you, absolutely adores it 

After care with him would be so soft and sweet, he loves taking baths with you so he can clean you up and kiss all the places he left bruises while he murmurs to you about what a good girl you were and how proud he is of you

One night he tells you that if Godric forbid the two of you ever split up and you’re with someone else that after care is necessary and that you’re precious and deserved to be treated as such 

He treats you like a goddess 

Sub!James is just as precious

He’s also my current obsession so stick with me here

He’s just so eager to please, always wanting to make you feel good and not even caring all that much if he gets off himself

Just so centered around making you feel good

He calls you “Mommy” and I will not be accepting criticism

I feel like “Mistress” is too impersonal if that makes much sense

The former is just so intimate and James wears his heart out on his sleeve 

James is rarely if ever a brat, usually when he’s disappointed in himself and he takes it out on you and you have to remind him how to be a good boy

And the rest of the time when he breaks a rule it's completely on accident and he’ll come to you and tell you about it to apologize

He feels so guilty, like he’s failed you

Especially if he touches himself without your permission, it's almost enough to keep him from doing it but he’s still a horny teenaged boy and can’t help himself sometimes

Most of the time though you’ll end up with a horny James knocking on your dorm door begging you to help him 

He prefers giving you head than you giving him head

That’s not to say that the visual of you on your knees with his cock in your mouth isn’t appealing, it most certainly is 

He just loves that he can make you feel that good with just his tongue

James also loves how you taste, tells you it’s better than candy

Which makes you smile like an idiot

Will finger you under the table in the library if you ask him to, it's not like he was paying that much attention to his homework in the first place, and even if he had been you are without a doubt more important

Loves it when you ride him

Absolutely adores it, he loves the way your tits bounce which is why he prefers cowgirl to reverse cowgirl because he can keep his hands on your tits and on your thighs

He asks you for a cock ring, loves that you get to decide when he gets to cum 

Extra points if its a vibrating one

With his consent of course, you tie him up and make him watch while Sirius and Remus fuck the living day lights out of you, barely paying him any mind while you scream for the cocks of his two best friends 

He likes being tied up in general allowed to look and only look

The first time you peg him he almost cries it feels so good

And you take his sniffling as a sign he doesn’t like it and that he’s hurt, he has to explain to you that that is not it and “You make me feel so good Mommy.”

His whimpers and moans are the most precious things and he’s very vocal

Screaming your name and begging you to cum

He is not shy to beg you 

To cum

To make you cum

To get to so much as look at you

Baby boy has absolutely no shame 

I especially like sub!James because he’s such a cocky asshole 90% of the time but he’s also the kindest, most considerate soul and he spends so much of his life helping others that sometimes he just wants you to be in control

Regardless of sub or dom James you were making out on his couch that summer, your hands in his hair, his fumbling with the clasp on your bra when there was a pounding at his front door

He makes you stay where you are because he doesn’t want you to get hurt but its just Sirius

Well not just Sirius

He was bloodied and broken and looked like he’d been to hell and back

When he told the two of you what happened, how he’d been disowned and had nowhere else to go, while Euphemia tended to his wounds James engulfed him into the biggest hug and they just sit there, Sirius crying into James’ chest while James ran his hands up and down Sirius’ back whispering to him about how it was going to be alright that he was safe, that no one was ever going to hurt him again.

About 2 or so hours after you’d all retired for the night, you and James snuggled together in his bed you awoke when the door to his room creaked open

There was Sirius, with tears streaming down his face, his bottom lip wobbling

After untangling yourself from James you walked over to him, taking his hand in yours and leading him over to the bed

“James, scooch over.”

“Huh?”

“Scooch!”

When he opens his eyes and sees his Sirius standing there, bashfully ducking his head he quickly moves over and you and Sirius settle into the bed with him in the middle

You and James pet his hair hold his hands while you tell him how much the both of you love him and how you’re never going to let anything bad happen to him again

You fall asleep that night with James spooning Sirius from the back and you with your body curled into Sirius’s front, his head resting on your chest

When you go back to Hogwarts you often end up in this position in their dorm room only add Remus into the mix

You’re a year behind all of them at school meaning that when they graduate you’re still stuck their for a whole nother year without any of them

And it nearly kills all of you

You and James most, though you write to each other every day it's still not the same as him actually being there with you

When you get particularly desperate to see him he apparates to Hogsmeade where he becomes Prongs and meets you in the Forbidden Forest where you basically just spend the entire time holding each other and telling the other how much you love them

He cries at your graduation, full on blubbers 

“That’s my girl!”

Insists that you look better in your graduation cap than anyone else

Doesn’t relent when you tell him how ridiculous that is

You guys move in together as soon as you graduate, it’s barely even a discussion because you guys can always tell what the other is thinking

“Hey babe, do you wanna-”

“Yeah Jamie, when you wanna go look at apartments?”

He loves going shopping for your apartment, he has so much fun looking at color swatches and different fabrics

He insists that you guys decorate at least part of the apartment in Gryffindor colors

Wolfstar lives down the street from you guys and you have biweekly coffee dates together at a little coffee shop in between your two houses.

After a year or so you realise that you and James still aren’t married, and you get very self conscious

Does he not want to spend the rest of his life with you?

Does he not love you as much as you love him?

It completely eats you up

And James can tell that something’s up

When he asks you you confess your worries to him and his heart breaks

He never wanted to make you feel like he didn’t love you

Because of course he loved you

You were his everything, you were his Sunshine

After telling you all of this he goes rummaging through his drawers looking for something

That’s how you find him when you wake up to him accidentally dropping something results in a loud bang

“Jamie? Are you okay?”

When you find him he’s standing bashfully, blushing with his head down, his hands holding something behind his back

“James?”

And that’s when he gets down on one knee and pulls the small velvet box from behind his back

“This isn’t how I wanted to do it darling, but I spend every single day  thinking about you, you’re the first thing I think of in the morning and I fall asleep with you in my arms thinking about how much I love you and how I don’t know if I could live my life without you. I’m so sorry if I’ve ever made you feel differently, I can’t believe I was enough of an idiot to ever hurt you, in any way. Even though I most certainly don’t deserve you, would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man alive and marrying me?”

Euphemia plans your wedding with the help of Sirius

They go all out

There may or may not be a life size ice sculpture of you and James per Sirius' request

Married life is absolute bliss for the two of you

You wake up every morning with that ring on your bedside table (do people sleep in their engagement rings and wedding bands? I’m a child of divorce whose parents are both children of divorce, true love is a foreign concept) to remind you of the beautiful man beside you

Both sub and dom James go absolutely wild on your wedding night, he can’t believe your Mrs. Potter, that your his

Its that night that you pregnant

Though you don’t know it for almost 2 months 

James is the best husband 

He carries you everywhere, even when you’re not showing 

And he can because fuck that man is strong

He’ll carry you upstairs at night and down them in the morning and to the sofa 

You can only move by yourself when he’s not looking 

James is really good at puzzles and putting things together so it takes him less than 2 hours to put all the furniture together for the nursery 

Which he insists you paint yellow, the color of sunshine

One of the first things he buys is a little Gryffindor onesie for your baby

When he comes James has him in it all of the time

When you go into labor he’s very calm and collected

Euphemia is there to help the both of you because that’s the person he first called when you had your first contraction 

He holds your hand the entire time, kissing you, and coaching you along, telling you how good you’re doing, how proud he is of you

He cries when he first sees his son, he’s so beautiful 

Even though he’s basically the spitting image of James, Jamie swears that he looks so much like you

Once the doctors and nurses leave the room he climbs into bed beside you, throwing and arm over your shoulder as you cradle your little boy in your arms

“He’s beautiful Jamie.”

“Just like his mother.”

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