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Illicit- 4

Heyyyy my loves! Here is part 4 of Illicit and a better look into Harry's behavior without Y/N... not a nice man but he's OUR man <3

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warnings- asshole h, infidelity, slight violence, paparazzi

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Harry was reaching a boiling point.

Katherine had stolen him away from Y/N for the night, under the guise her father set as a business dinner. Said he had something to discuss with him at a new, up and coming restaurant that it was imperative that he came tonight. He had to peel himself away from Y/N who was curled on his couch with her laptop in her lap, doing a bit of clothing shopping while he leaned against her to help veto and approve on things she was on the fence about. He had been having a very good time being domestic this afternoon to be forced away was already pissing him the fuck off.

So to find a table clear of said man and just see his daughter there with a scheming beam on her face? It was the worst possible option. Of course, she assured him that her ‘daddy’ would be coming shortly, but by the time their entrees arrived, Harry was fairly certain of what was happening.

H: I need wine when I get home.

Y/N: Yeah.. someone sent me an article.

Harry’s stomach dropped when she sent the link, an article that must have only been published just a few moments ago. A photo of a preening Katherine across from him had been snuck. Thankfully his face was blank, ever so practiced. She was leaning across the table with a preen all over her face, the angle taken so you couldn’t see the third drink set out for her father who was mysteriously not there.

This had to be a set up. He wasn’t giving the image of the doting, in love boyfriend that Katherine wanted and she was obviously a bit more cunning than he had originally anticipated. He was beginning to piece things together again, and he was getting more furious by the minute.

The real anger stemmed from being taken away from one of the rarer nights he didn’t have work to check up on periodically, and he’d cleared it just for her. It was like she somehow knew how to piss him off out of some fucked up intuition. While Y/N had the owner's manual on how to make him happy, Katherine knew how to make him irrationally angry. Despite his asshole behavior he was still nice compared to the whole plethora of things he wanted to tell her.

He had no qualms about embarrassing her publicly. It’s where she had weakness. Her reputation.

H: I’m leaving in a moment. I have a theory about this. Brant Jr never showed up.

Y/N: Seriously????

H: Yes. What ice cream do you want me to pick up on my way home, my love?

Y/N: ……

Y/N: You’re good, H. Mint Choc pls <3

H: Anything for you. I’ll be home soon. Go get changed into something more comfortable.

Harry tucked his phone back in his pocket, turning to Katherine who had been watching him curiously. “So when are you going to admit you stole your father’s work phone and tricked me here?” He had waited until the waitress was in earshot. This was a story he wished would actually show up on TMZ. “Because I was having a very important evening and was torn away from people I had meticulously scheduled to come here and discuss ‘emergency business’ changes. I didn’t ask you to dinner because I didn’t have time for these silly things, and because I didn’t want to.” Harry tugged his wallet out. “You are childish. I knew that. But messing with important business shit because you’re trying to trick me into a dinner and planting one of your friends at another table to get some clicks for your weird fangirls living vicariously and extra money?” He pointed directly where he had found one of her friends, the redhead’s eyes widening as Harry caught her phone up and gave his stone cold glare. “My business isn’t a fucking game, Katherine. Wasting my time when I’m doing things because you’re throwing a childish tantrum because I can’t shower you in affection every hour of the day? What did we discuss last time?”

“Harry, darling, you’re being a bit loud-” Katherine chuckled nervously, eyes wide as she had been figured out. The waitress and tables close could clearly hear him. She hated negative attention and had been working at trying to market them as some sort of ‘it couple’, which wasn’t going to work for him anymore. He was growing tired of this scheme and really needed her to just end it so the contract could be over, null and void.

“I can be louder, if you want.” He said ruthlessly. “I can let all of your little friends know the image of our relationship you paint is a sham, that you try to make me out as someone who I never had been, and never will be for you. I am not in love with you, Katherine. I told you, if you wanted to date me that it would be on my terms. If that makes me an ‘asshole’” He sneered, “So be it. I’ve never lied about my stance in dating you. I let you prance around and use my name to get into clubs that your own last name is too irrelevant to get you into, I allow you to pose photographs of me though you know I despise it when you do, I allow you to use my yacht and I let you use my home in Los Angeles before I sold it to have one of those stupid influencer parties you love to post about although, I know you hate half of those girls.” He knew his voice was carrying, but he didn’t care. “You are the one hurting yourself by making this relationship out to be anything but it is. A means to an end.” For both of them, but she would know now just how onto her he’s been.

“I’ve let it go for a while. I’ve allowed you to do what made you feel better because if it kept you off of my back while I handled things on my own, I was fine.You even harassed my friends for the lake house keypad number, which is fucking pathetic.” it really was and Harry had been mad since then, but this was growing past a disrespect he was willing to accept. “ But you’re fucking with business now. I will not ever stand for it. If I say no, it means no. If I say not tonight, it means not tonight. If I say to stop calling, stop fucking calling me.” He let his voice seethe while his face remained mostly it’s usual cold sneer, throwing a few bills on the table. “Continue fucking with my business and see how that ends up. Your father could build up a company, and I can take it down just as fast.”

He stood up, righting his jacket as he watched her pale face, knowing he had just scared her. He didn’t care. Maybe there was something wrong with him, but he truly, to the bottom of his heart, didn’t care about her feelings. The one girl he cared about was waiting for her mint chocolate chip ice cream.

“Are- Are you threatening me?” She shriekd quietly, making Harry pause, calling their waitress all the way over.

“It’s not a threat, but a promise.” There was no questioning that he meant it. Looking towards the waitress, he handed her a generous tip and nodded, leaving the restaurant to find flashing cameras. One particular flash pissed him off, and catching Harry in a bad mood was not a good thing to do.

His hand shot out, grabbing the surely expensive to the man’s camera, and threw it forcefully onto the pavement. It shattered into little pieces, the lens crackling on the sidewalk and the plastic of the body falling into shards, his blank stare going from the broken beyond repair camera to the sputtering camera man. His face was tomato red while Harry’s jaw remained sharp and clenched, raising a brow in challenge.

“What the fuck! My fucking camera!” He bellowed. “I’m gonna sue the fuck out of you!”

Harry grabbed his business card out from his pocket, handing it to the man. “Reach out. It will be a pleasure to beat you in court.”

His car was in the lot, which he quickly got to and peeled out of the parking lot. He wasn’t even inside of the shop yet when he got a call from Y/N. Her contact photo brought a smile to his face, answering it as he briskly walked inside the automatic doors and grabbed a little basket.

“Hi, my love.” He murmured, making his way towards the back, knowing the exact brand she wanted from the freezer.

“Did you really break a camera?” Y/N squeaked into the phone. It made him laugh, not pausing in his expedition. She was still relatively new to his life and didn’t seem to google him like everyone else who met him. Even if it felt like she was meant to be with him forever, that their souls had always been familiar, she hadn’t seen much of that side of him yet.

“Yes.” He hummed. “Shoved it in my face, blinded me for a moment. I was already angry. The photographers know it's a risk when I’m involved, darling.” It was sort of his thing. If people got too close, hit him with it, intruded on his personal space, he was quick to rid himself of the problem. They were lucky he chose the camera and not the person behind it. Harry really didn’t care, and he knew some would label him as toxic or maybe even crazy, but it wasn’t something he cared about. His temper was notorious.

“Christ! H!” Y/N laughed in disbelief. “Hannah sent me an article. There’s a video circling social media. I haven’t watched it yet.”

“Good. Don’t, it’s a waste of time yeah? Told you I’m an open book for you, sweetheart. Can ask me any questions you’d like when I get back to you.” He tucked the phone between his shoulder and cheek, opening up the freezer door to grab their designated flavors. “Stay comfortable for me, I’m just about to check out and get home t’you. I’ll talk to you in a bit.” It was something Harry wished he could have happen every day. Going home to her. She was the centerpiece of his home now and her absence was palpable when he got home and she was at her own place or out and about.

They said their goodbyes and Harry found himself lost in his head as he used the self check out to pay for their sweets. He avoided most social interaction when he could because everyone always had a favor to ask him, a question, a dig. It was nice to be able to pay and avoid the pointless small talk with a cashier who usually didn’t give an actual shit, or someone who obviously gave far too much of one. His lone wolf lifestyle suited him just fine- but now Y/N fit into it. She wasn’t just anyone, her voice didn’t grate on his nerves, and he was in love with her. He figured adding another lone wolf to his life wouldn’t hurt- not when it was her.

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“Harry…” Y/N laughed, licking her spoon clean. “While I am most definitely proud of you for how quickly you can come up with comebacks and witty words, I’d prefer they not be needed at all.” Her smile faded, leaning further into him. The man had stripped himself of his suit and found his clothes after a quick shower, trying to rid himself of the disaster and waste of a night. Now he was going to be with the woman he had been looking forward to spending time with for the rest of the night.

“Unfortunately, s’part of the job.” His thumb rubbed over her shoulder as she leaned into the man, his neediness even more apparent when he’d plucked her up from her spot and sat down to settle her in his lap. “Paparazzi are, for some reason, something that still is a thing and they make a pretty penny on photos of me because I like to dodge them.” Harry was not the stereotype of a nepotism child. He did work for what was given to him but he was under no false pretenses. He knew that he was born into an almost impossible wealth, one that some of his peers had deluded themselves into thinking they could be anything. The so-called ‘self made’ millionaires as if they didn’t have billions to cushion their blow if they were to be shot down. He liked to hide away from the attention part of it the best he could, but sometimes appearing at things was a necessary evil.

“I know.” The angel in his lap grumbled. “I know it is but it still makes me irritated that you have to worry about it. That they’ve gotten so far in your face that you were even able to do that. It’s just rude and invading your privacy.” Her little pout did something to his formerly black, charred heart.

Y/N was his opposite in a good way. She was love and warmth and light and morals. Harry was cold, cruel, darkness. Iron compared to gold. If it were anyone else, he thinks he may be slightly annoyed by their cheerfulness, their optimism. Harry had seen a lot of the world and a lot of the bad sides of people, skeletons hidden in closets and the life of the elite. It was hard to be optimistic at times when he’d seen such hopelessness, but she managed to peel back some of the grimy layers in his dim outlook in life, his cynical snarks and soften the jagged edges just a bit. He wasn’t a changed man- no. He didn’t have rainbows out his ass, he wasn’t a warm being, but he held the new wick that was lit up in a dim glow when it came to her. He could be good to her. Thankfully Y/N wasn’t looking for more. She didn't want to change him.

“Oh, my love.” He sighed, his hand chilled from the ice cream coming up to her chin. “It’s alright. They’ll learn at some point. Besides… It isn’t a normal occurrence when I just go out, not normally. Katherine called them, I’m positive.” The mirth in his eyes returned at the reminder of the woman. “I’m going to call Brant tomorrow and let him know of the antics, but I’m going to threaten again. I don’t want to be under this contract anymore.” His voice quieted, looking at Y/N who dropped her eyes from his. His stomach twisted, knowing where her head went. “Hey, sweetness. Look at me.” He urged, trying to catch her eyes again. “You know that I’m looking for every way out, yeah? If I can’t use that, m’gonna move on to the next idea. It’s hard when I’m contract bound, but I’m going to make her break up with me.”

Honestly, he was surprised she hadn’t just from tonight. It had him suspicious of her. There was no way that her ego wasn’t bruised from his spiked tongue tonight. He’d made sure other people heard the verbal hits, made sure some of it would be sold to the same publication she was trying to make a few bucks off by planting her friends to take photos. There was a prayer in his mind that maybe that would move it on, make her give him up. Surely, she was someone’s dream trophy wife. Sure as fuck not his, but maybe someone else.

“I know. I just hate….” Y/N paused, giving her eyes back to him. “I hate that she makes you so miserable, but I’m glad that you hate her. I feel like an awful human being, but I just hate so much about her and It makes me feel like there’s something wrong with me.”

This was news to Harry, surprisingly enough to actually show on his face. She’d mentioned disliking Katherine before but to see her struggling with her hatred towards the woman who was trying to claim her boyfriend as hers in the public eye, it made him feel even more guilty. He didn’t want this for her, he didn’t want her upset- but he knew that it was his own fault.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Y/N.” He said seriously. “I know that hatred isn’t something that your pretty heart feels a lot so m’sure it does feel a bit off but I promise you, it’s worth hating.” There was a pause, thumb squeezing her jaw slightly and watching as it popped open from the little trick. “If I had to see you out with someone else… I’d be murderous. If another man said you were his, I’d enjoy knocking every tooth from his skull.” His jaw tightened. There was no way. Every time he thought about it it made him ache, so he knew that it must be similar to her. Though he couldn’t imagine Y/N’s gentle soul to be murderous, she at the very least must be angry.

“Cool it, cowboy.” Y/N crooned, watching as his brain was visibly showing his thoughts on his face. “No one is coming to get me. I’m all yours.” It was like she was soothing a dragon. To be fair, Harry was pretty sure that if it could, smoke would be coming from his ears or his nose. Y/N could read him very well but to be honest, he did little to hide his emotions from her anymore. His girl was just good at knowing him, and he appreciated every moment of it. He couldnt lie and say that her insistence of being his didn’t please him- it absolutely did.

Harry had quite a few morally gray qualities and one was his possessiveness. Words like that, telling him that she was all his, it made him hard. Settled him in a primal, animalistic way and he wasn’t going to stop it. Y/N had been clued into it, knowing the exact right thing to sway his mood a different way. Knowing that the woman curled up to him thought of herself as his, that she was fully belonging to him and would be proud to be his as soon as they could be in the limelight. Harry would be equally as happy with people knowing he belonged to her, and he had no shame in labeling himself as so- but Y/N was playing into his weaknesses.

“You are, aren’t you? And I’m yours.” His voice dropped an octave, moving his hand down a little bit to cup the side of her neck. “No matter what she tries to play to the public, no matter the image shes trying to sell, I belong to you, sweetheart. Heart and soul. It’s all yours.” No truer words had been spoken. Harry was an honest man, most of the time, but this wasn’t something he would lie about. He wouldn’t declare his heart as hers if it wasn’t. “My messy little girl.” He swiped away a bit of ice cream from the corner of her lip with his free hand, bringing it to his mouth to suck it away, keeping her eyes on his. Her ice cream was melting in the tub in her hand, and Harry had a better idea on what too with it now.

“Let’s not talk about her anymore, my angel.” He suggested, gently moving her closer to him. “Why don’t you let me have my sweets now, yeah? Taste them off of you?”

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stuckwthem · 2 months

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in the world of boys, he's a gentleman. | enzo v. (eng version)

summary: after watching you waste your time with other dudes, your best friend has some things to confess to you. pure fluff. a bit of angst.

you never thought riding in a dress on a bike would be such an exciting experience, but there you were, clinging to enzo's body and trying to keep your balance on the back of his bike while laughing like crazy.

to contextualize it, enzo had been your best friend for some time, ever since enzo had rented a room in your apartment two years, so living together inevitably turned into a genuine friendship. from time to time, your best friend and roommate was also your superhero. whether it was reading your mind when you were starving and didn't want to cook, or always coming home with your favorite sweets, or saving you from ambushes.

when your messages came on enzo's cell phone earlier, complaining about a date that was going from bad to worse with a slightly arrogant guy, he didn't hesitate to get up and hop on his bike to pick you up. the very idea of imagining you on a date with a horrible guy, and worse, a guy who wasn't him, made him nervous, so now you were in this highly unlikely but completely comical situation. he hadn't given you a choice.

"i can't believe i did that," you said, bursting out laughing, which enzo reciprocated by shaking his head. "imagine his face when he comes back to the table!".

"i'm so sorry for him", replies enzo with irony and a smile that indicates that no, he doesn't regret that he stole you from that douchebag.

"i bet you do" leaning your head on the brunet's back, you replied in the same tone. his body is warm and a little sweaty, but his scent is good and familiar.

enzo was riding the bike down the street, while you held on by wrapping your arms around his waist, the night breeze enveloping you. silence fell for a moment before you decided to break it.

"enzo, seriously, you didn't have to do that. it was going to be fine. it was going to last a few more minutes."

he chuckled, shooting you a corner glance. "well, judging by your desperation in the messages, i'd say 'fine' is a pretty generous word."

you snorted, feigning indignation. "i was dramatizing it a bit, you see."

"i know, i know. but honestly, i couldn't let my friend spend a horrible night with some idiot guy. after all, who else is going to put up with my stupid jokes?"

"oh, is that what i'm here for, a mate who'll put up with your jokes?"

enzo smiled, amused. "among other things, sure. but seriously, i wasn't going to let a guy get away with it one more time."

she rolled her eyes as if offended, but couldn't hold back a smile.

"where do you want to go?" she asked suddenly, leaving you a little confused.

"i thought we were going home," you shrugged.

"i can't let you go home so dressed up without having had a decent date!" enzo exclaims, turning his head slightly, allowing you to see his indignant expression.

you process what he just said and feel your heart skip a beat. he was either guessing things or....

"so we're going on a date?" is your automatic retort, and then, trying to disguise, you clear your throat, worried that you're reading the wrong lines.

maybe, in addition to roommate, best friend and occasional superhero, enzo was also a little crush of yours. one that you had tried to forget through terrible dates that always sent you back to square one: enzo. enzo, who bought you your favorite ice cream when you got your ass kicked when you first met, even though you never talked to him directly about your favorite flavor. enzo, who always waited for you at home with a movie session and a warm blanket. enzo, who always listened to everything you said. enzo, who was your weak point.

"if you want to call it that, we'll have a date, yes," he says, and involuntarily your hands tighten around his waist.

after a few minutes pedaling through the quiet streets, you realize the familiar, everyday route. maybe enzo has changed his mind. you really were on your way home and all your expectations had fallen apart. until, slowly, he stops, and the next thing you know, you're in front of a corner pizzeria. the same new pizzeria that had opened a few days ago near your house and the one you kept telling enzo about.

"pizza?" he asks as if waiting for your approval."

enzo holds out his hand for you to get off the bike and he follows you right away. it's funny how you contrast, while the older guy is wearing casual and simple clothes, you're dressed up in that stupid dress. inside your head, you curse the moment you agreed to go out with that idiot from before. he really didn't deserve all your prep, but enzo, wow. he really seemed to study every part of you and admire every aspect of you. from the most innocent way that some loose strands of your messy bun framed your face to the most indecent way he noticed how beautiful your legs looked in that tight dress.

the two of you had to sit outside, as it was crowded inside, and when you sat down at the small sidewalk table across from enzo, your best friend let out a long sigh as he stared at you. a sigh that said: finally.

"but to be honest with you now, you don't know what a relief it was to see you out of that restaurant," you confessed, with a light, hearty laugh.

"was the mood that bad?" the boy asked with an incredulous expression.

"there was just no mood! the guy went on and on about the life lessons he learned when his dad stopped giving him money for a month, or how i shouldn't feel special if he took me to his apartment after dinner. and we had just arrived!" you exclaimed in amazement at enzo, who suddenly looked serious. too serious. "he hasn't asked me a single question in 45 minutes!".

"what an asshole!" the brunet muttered, rolling his eyes. enzo's gaze turned away from you for a moment, following his own hand as he fiddled with the sauces and plucked pieces of napkin off the table. "why do you keep hanging out with guys like that?"

he asked, still not looking at you, and suddenly your blood boiled, rushing to your head. you took a deep breath, feeling a pang of disappointment hit your chest, not believing what enzo had just said.

"are you implying that it's my fault? i'm responsible for men being totally selfish and..." you close your eyes, involuntarily placing your hand against your own chest. indignantly.

"no! that's not what i meant, my love." enzo lifted his head quickly, meeting your gaze, hurt and betrayed.

he felt like a complete idiot, desperate at the way you were looking at him, not quite sure how to back down. he stood up straight in his chair, leaning over the table to reach for your hand, ready to defend himself when a waiter stopped right next to him.

"good evening, lovebirds! what can i get you?" the man asked, his tone friendly and cheerful, in contrast to the flaring tempers at the table.

you laughed wryly at the waiter's confusion, a regular occurrence whenever you went out together, and folded your arms, turning away from enzo.

"ahm, hello," he scratched the back of his head in bewilderment, and then realized he hadn't even looked at the menu. he fumbled over the pages, didn't know what to order, and suddenly looked lost.

"two pieces of marguerita, vegan option, please," you said, straightening up. "and a coke, with lemon, for him."

enzo looks at you anxiously as the man takes your order, his leg dangling under the table, brushing against yours unaware. the contact makes your whole body shudder, but you still don't look at him. the waiter leaves the table and announces that he'll serve you shortly.

"look, i'm not saying it's your fault. not at all, chiquita," he says, his voice low and his tone worried. you look at your nails, pretending to be indifferent. a little dramatic.

enzo sighs and brings his knee to yours. you squint, indifferent, while he moistens his lips as if trying to find the words on the tip of his tongue.

"i'm trying to tell you that you deserve better than these guys. you know it, i know it." the way he conducts what he says is slow and careful, he continues. "you deserve someone who really appreciates you, who sees all the amazing things i see in you. these dudes you go out with clearly don't see the amazing person in front of them and completely miss the opportunity to meet the best person they could ever have in life."

your eyes automatically rise as you hear what he says, and your lungs don't seem to perform their routine action. your lip trembles nervously. tears gather at the corners of your eyes, because you have to tell yourself that you're only saying that because you want his good, because that's what a best friend would say. and you have to wrestle with all those words before you go to sleep, swallowing all your feelings.

"you know, you're kind, incredibly smart, even if you still think you can beat me playing mortal kombat by pushing all the buttons at once." enzo continues, softening his lecture, making her laugh under her breath. "you're funny, talented, real. cute."

unable to resist any longer, you meet the brunette's gaze again, who gives you a small smile as he notices you slowly give in.

"not to mention your patience, especially when i decide to cook and leave the kitchen as a battlefield."

this time you can't contain the smile that spreads across your face, remembering the last time enzo had tried to prepare food. really, a denial for cooking.

"as a cook, you're a great actor," you mutter, which makes enzo chuckle and take advantage of the space you're leaving him.

"and when you have those creative bursts, writing or creating your own recipes. it's fascinating to see your mind in action, and i always wonder how someone can be so.... unique. how you light up wherever you go, how you make things seem so much easier when you're around and...".

enzo seems to be in the middle of a great discovery. he laughs to himself, shaking his head, as if he regrets having said all that and his eyebrows rise, almost in a gesture of desperation.

"got it," you say, a little sheepishly. your cheeks heat up and you suddenly feel like a teenager.

"anyway, i guess what i'm trying to say is that you're an extremely lovely person." enzo seems to relent, and his body softens in the chair. "and anyone who doesn't see that doesn't deserve to be with you."

his breath comes out as if someone has just punched him in the stomach. your hands run across the table, seeking his, which grasp your fingers gently. you say nothing for a long moment, during which the waiter returns and serves you in complete silence.

his confession gives the atmosphere another kind of tension. before you could respond, enzo averted his gaze, as if trying to escape the intensity of the situation.

"you know what? forget what i said. let's enjoy dinner and forget i said all that. what am i? shakespeare? don juan?" he joked, trying to lighten the situation by gesticulating exaggeratedly. he takes a sip of his coke, disguising his desperation.

"enzo," his name on your lips comes out as a plea. everything hits you at once. the awareness of his feelings, the awareness of yours. he shakes his head negatively and lets go of your hand.

"it's okay, you don't have to try to comfort me and tell me we're friends, i know. i've accepted it." enzo rushes over, running his hands through his hair, nervous.

"enzo," you tell him, firmer now. "why didn't you tell me before? why didn't you take me on a date before?".

he seems to be choking on his own breath, his nostrils flaring and his chest rising and falling rapidly. enzo looks at you with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. his eyes search yours, as if trying to read your expression and understand if those words were real. how can someone know you so well and not have a fucking clue?

"because i... i didn't know how. it was always easier to be your friend. to stay in the comfort of not risking too much. not to feel the rejection. taking you on a date seemed to cross some invisible line, and i was afraid of messing it all up".

he hid his face in his hands, laughing to himself. enzo looked on the verge of collapse, frightened. you had never seen him like this. you quickly got up, sitting down in the chair next to him, quietly touching his wrists.

"how stupid you are," you state, laughing. he looks at you with an offended and confused expression. "you really haven't noticed all this time?".

your best friend's face fills with something akin to expectation and dread. expecting the fatal blow at any moment.

"wait, you mean... that you..." he starts to stammer, but you interrupt him with a smile.

"yes, enzo. me too" your confession makes his face light up and then he blushes. was he really 30 years old? because you were making him feel like a kid.

"i never thought..." he murmurs, and you complete the sentence.

"that i could feel the same way? well, now you know. it was obvious." you laugh, moving a little closer to him. "how could i not fall in love with you?".

enzo feels your whisper on his lips, sending shivers down his spine. your warm breath mingles with his, uncertainty hovering between the two of you, unfamiliar territory to traverse. enzo's gaze examines your face, searching for any trace of indecision, but he doesn't find it, and then his eyes drop to your mouth.

"if only you'd let me show you all this sooner," he whispers too, as one of his hands, large and warm, rests on her thigh, under the thin fabric of her dress, and the other rests behind the back of her chair.

"you still have time"

and with your confession, it's as if he loses control. his pupils, darker and dilated now, are the last thing you see before you feel soft lips against yours. your breath is suddenly cut off and a shock runs through your body, shutting down your entire nervous system for milliseconds. he kisses you eagerly, as if making up for all the other opportunities he'd missed. the hand behind your shoulder moves quickly to the back of your neck and a gasp escapes you. his mouth tastes sweet, like cola and lemon mixed with his own flavor.

enzo can barely contain himself, the rest of the world ceases to exist when your tongue passes over his lips, as if asking for permission, and he almost rolls his eyes at the sensation. god, how he had dreamed of that. he had replayed it in his mind a million times and then blamed himself for it. he shook off the thoughts when he felt your fingers run over his scalp, while your other hand gently stroked his cheek. as if a tornado of emotions wasn't going on inside him at that moment. everything that had happened so far made this moment worth it.

after almost five minutes, the real world seems to return, as does the need for oxygen, useless, in enzo's perception. the sounds of the street echo in his ears again, everything slowly makes sense again. the world stops spinning as you look at each other with wide, goofy smiles on your faces. you bring your finger to the corner of enzo's lips, carefully wiping away the traces of lipstick. it makes him want to ruin the rest that remains on your beautifully delineated lips.

"so, what do we do now?" you ask, still a little limp, trying not to laugh. the feeling of kissing your best friend, something that had crossed your mind a million times before, seemed far away. in fact, it was something much better than you could have dreamed of.

"i suppose we could start with a first date," enzo suggests, feigning some nonchalance, shaking his shoulders. his fingers wander over your face, brushing aside a few strands of hair over your eyes. it's so sweet and peaceful that you want to treasure just that moment among all the others.

for the rest of the night, you eat that cold pizza like it's the best you've ever eaten. the rest of the dinner goes naturally, lightly, with kisses and sighs, conversations and confessions, like everything you needed. like everything was finally in place. a millennial alignment. it was so easy to be there, next to him, no need for masks or disguises, to be in front of him was to be able to see yourself from the inside out. without hiding anything, without any desire to run away. completely immersed in each other. it was like dreaming half awake. it was just perfect.

there were uncertainties, saved for the distant future, it was terrifying to lose that connection you had. but maybe it wasn't the right way, maybe it was unforeseen and completely chaotic, but it was the best and last first date of your life.

for my girlies who asked me to translate it, i hope you enjoyed <3

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic fanfic #enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic fluff

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poquiii · 1 year

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Ghost x reader / König x reader Headcanons

When you are sick and they take care of you

Ghost.

● He wasn't used to taking care of anyone.

● Sure, he had to treat his fellow soldiers for bullet wounds to help them hold out until the medics arrived, or to set their hands right, for example.

● He took first-aid courses during his deployment.

● But he's not used to taking care of someone he's afraid of hurting.

● He's not afraid of blood, but he gets mad when you get a fever.

● Ghost doesn't let himself panic and focuses all his attention on you.

● He knows what to do, but he doesn't know how.

● He is always around, cleaning, airing the room you are resting in, bringing you food and making sure you take your medicine.

● He does not take no for an answer.

● He calls the doctor if the situation is out of his control or if you ask.

● If you ask, he will sit next to you or even read aloud to you.

● But he will always wear a medical mask. You laugh, calling him Dr. Ghost, and he calmly replies: "I can't take full care of you if I'm in the same condition."

● Sometimes he allows himself moments of weakness when he comes to your bed and kisses your forehead. He says it's to check your temperature, but really it pains him to see you like this.

● Ghost hopes-quite naively-that he can take away some of your pain this way.

König.

● He'll be with you 24/7.

● Even if your symptoms are very mild, he'll get you into bed right away.

● He'll call the doctor right away because he's not sure he can treat you right.

● König follows all the doctor's recommendations.

● Even the most ridiculous ones.

● Seriously, he brings a thermometer to check your bedroom temperature every time he has to ventilate the room. If it's even slightly below normal, he runs around the house trying to collect whatever he needs to normalize it.

● He's not the best singer in the world, but you like it when he sings, so you ask him for it.

● He'll sing you a German lullaby, going over your sweat-wet hair with his huge fingers.

● Constantly nervous about doing something wrong.

● Instantly rushes to fulfill your every request. You want ice cream at two in the morning and you have to go to the store to get it? No problem! You want a bath? He's already offering you bath salts! And maybe he secretly hopes you'll invite him along to help you wash your face.

● König hugs you, covering you with him like a big plush blanket.

● He's not afraid to get infected: he kisses you all the time, sleeps with you, and doesn't move a step away. He worries that you will feel unloved at such a difficult time for you, so he shows his love with all his might.

● That's why he's bound to get sick in the end, too.

#konig headcanons #konig x reader #konig mw2 #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #ghost x female reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x f!reader #ghost call of duty #könig call of duty #könig headcanons #könig x reader #könig mw2 #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost headcanons #ghost memes #modern warfare 2 #konig x female reader

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wing-ed-thing · 9 months

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Konoha 12 Domestic/Spousal Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Boruto Doesn't Exist, No Mentions of Children/Adoption

Completed versions of these headcanons will be linked on the character's name.

𓆃 Choji

THE BEST COOK ON THIS LIST NO ONE CAN COMPARE

Loves bonding over cooking and baking— whatever you like! If there's anything you're ever craving, Choji is taking to the kitchen to make you a gourmet meal as good as any professional chef!

Prime rib, lamb, tartare, croissants, macarons, soups! It doesn't matter your allergies or preferences, Choji can and will make you any food your heart desires.

Offers excellent cuddles. 11/10 squishy and soft.

Is very understanding, a fantastic listener, and naturally positive.

Never lets the romance l die, and after a hard day at work, will feed you ice cream while you rant about your day.

𓆃 Hinata

Traditional wife who has always wanted to be a traditional wife since she was a kid.

Content with cooking, doing laundry, and other domestic work.

Although, because of the society and the way she was brought up, she might feel insecure transitioning out of shinobi life.

While being made to feel weak isn't something Hinata is a stranger to, she is sensitive to comments from others about her domestic life.

Be sure to give her lot of reassurance and validate her work around the house.

𓆃 Ino

Also wanted to be a wife growing up, but the stay-at-home life is clearly not for her.

She'll try it for a period of time after your wedding or union, but she's far too restless for cooking and cleaning.

You supposed that she thought it would be relaxing and aesthetic, but if anything, she's getting frustrated and throwing the potato across the kitchen as soon as it slips out of her hand.

Ino will eventually find important work to do, come home to complain about it over dinner, and buy you something nice in a half-brag about how much more money she's making.

This is, of course, not to say she's bad at housework or doesn't do her share. She's perfectly good at domestic work and does the bulk of it, but the moment you expect it from her is the moment she stops.

𓆃 Kiba

A slob who, if allowed, will live in heaps of trash.

For the bulk of his 20s, he'll be super unsure of the whole settling down thing. You could make a whole bingo chart out of the cliche bachelor lines he spouts.

I'm not really a marriage kinda guy. I don't wanna tie myself down to a ball and chain. I just wanna meet people. I'm looking for someone who doesn't take themselves too seriously. Nah, I'm not looking for a relationship.

That is... until one day he wakes up and desperately wants a family of his own. To an extreme extent. Like his expectations are absolutely insane.

As a husband, you'll need to reevaluate those and have a nice long chat because at the beginning of your relationship he will certainly not be pulling his weight.

𓆃 Lee

Sweet, clingy, loving and sincere man.

Ah, you are the sun, the moon, and the world to Lee. He is constantly thinking of or doing the sweetest possible thing he possibly could for you at any given hour of the day.

Is his execution great? You'd give it a 50/50. Does he ever take a break? NO.

Whether it's breakfast in bed or going on a grocery run to get it off your plate, you're sure to have to put out one fire and learn how to use 20 carrots in your meal prep for the week.

He really tries his best, he just gets a little excited.

𓆃 Naruto

Another slob, although well intended.

Naruto never had a formal family growing up, and so he has little ideas of what's expected.

Much of his idea of what a partnership should be comes from media or stupid things that Shikamaru probably told him on the playground growing up, so you'll have to work together as a team to set expectations.

A lot of what he does for you is in his language (you have to learn that him making you both ramen cups is indeed a romantic gesture for him), but he loves exploring things that you like!

Naruto explores your likes and hobbies in a very genuine and non-performative way. Sharing things you enjoy together will be the foundation of your relationship.

𓆃 Neji

You'll spend your first year of marriage focused heavily on strict boundaries, expectations, and other couples work.

The way Neji was brought up completely fractured his sense of family. Not to mention, no matter what you're like Neji will certainly have to fight with his family in a silent battle over clan politics.

Because even though the Hyuga clan has stopped certain practices, doesn't mean that everyone in the clan is in mutual agreement or share similar attitudes with each other.

This will be a marriage built on structure and meaningful confrontation. Neji is determined to break the cycles of his family to make a healthy life with you.

𓆃 Sakura

Wasn't sure if she'd end up with a partner. She really wanted it, but with everything that happened in her life, she had her doubts.

Most definitely too hard on herself. Sakura pushes herself to almost fall over you to ensure you're pleased. Whether it's housework or cooking, there's a part of her that feels the need to prove her work ethic.

It's the small things with Sakura. Even after a long day at work, she'll still bring you your favorite home for dinner, even if the place is out of the way. She'll stay up an hour later to spend time with you even if she has an early morning.

𓆃 Sasuke

An ironic mix between Naruto and Sakura.

As a kid, Sasuke 100% wanted to be a husband when he grew up. 100% wanted to have a spouse to provide for and had similar dreams that some kids often do when they think about families.

But after the Uchiha Tragedy, much of Sasuke's outlook about his future has been skewed. Any relationship will start off as rather unstable and you can almost count on Sasuke being emotionally distant

It's about how the two of you work through his baggage and his willingness to be vulnerable.

𓆃 Shikamaru

Surprisingly well-adjusted?

He knows how to do basic life skills. Pulls his weight and sometimes even does your tasks. Shikamaru is generally clean and organized.

Where's the problem? He's terrified of commitment.

Most of the relationships in the Nara clan seem to consist of passive Nara men with verbose spouses who have no issue bossing their partners around.

But at the same time, Shikamaru doesn't mind this dynamic. He wants to laze, but he's also almost seemingly afraid of dynamics that allow him to laze.

He'll be just fine around the house, just a bit dramatic if you ever ask him to do anything. He'll get over it.

𓆃 Shino

Great husband and great family to marry into.

Just overall very balanced, if not quiet. The Aburame clan is close, but respectful of each other. You'll never have to deal with nagging in-laws because Shibi has already taken you in as one of his own.

Enjoy fresh meals of produce expertly tended to from the garden.

While Shino has his more talkative side when it comes to people he's close to, he's still quiet by nature. Don't expect that to change just because you've gotten married.

The obvious con is the massive amount of insects that will constantly be around you. You're not allowed to trap them or kill them.

You will have to get used to bugs crawling on you.

𓆃 Tenten

You're always doing something crazy.

You don't think any of the other Konoha 12 ever expected that Tenten would have the most exciting marriage, but look at her now.

You're always innovating, making new things for her business, and taking spontaneous trips to check out crafting techniques.

Anything and everything you set your mind to, you support each other in. There are ten million projects scattered around your home.

You roll up to get-togethers (when they seldom happen), being the most traveled and bringing the most unique gifts.

No one knows what you're going to be up to next.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: I apparently had a lot more opinions on all of these characters than I expected. When I make multi-character posts, I like to keep each section sort of short, so if you are interested in more in-depth hcs, tap the underlined name or visit my blog for more.

Sakura, Lee, Choji, Tenten and Sasuke are done at the current moment.

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dearmura · 10 months

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pretty you

☆ cw. None, not beta read (have fun reading my grammar mistakes😘)

☆ genre: Fluff fluff and more fluff

☆ pairings: non-idol! Ni-Ki × fem! reader

☆ synopsis: Ni-Ki and you causing havoc in some random fitting room tbh

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

"But Ki why do I need new clothes when I could just take yours?" you sulk as you're dragged through the mall parking lot

"Because I like my hoodies I would actually like to wear them please and thank you" he speaks in a way you already know without looking is mocking

"But don't you like when I wear your hoodies?" You continue insisting

Parents passing by probably thinking how well behaved their children are compared to you sulky toddler

He coos at your antics, snaking a hand around your waist, kissing your temple before whispering softly in your ear

"Of course I do, Angel, but you always steal them all" He almost giggles seeing your obviously annoyed stare

Reaching the entrance, he holds the door for you before following right behind you inside, returning his hand to hold yours

Still noticing you weren't exactly convinced, he turned you to face him, ducking down to your level a little

"How about this? If you try on some clothes, I promise I'll buy you ice cream right after? Does that sound alright, princess?" He speaks softly, knowing your weak spot

Seriously considering it, you weigh out your options carefully, making him scoff lovingly

Rolling your eyes, you uncross your arms in defeat, muttering a quiet "fine" before taking his hand once more, making him giggle

"Oh my gosh! Come here for sec, angel, this would look so good on you" he spoke with a little bounce, pointing to a pair of flared shorts, painted with little daisies embroidered into the fabric. Biting his lip in anticipation, he watched your reaction intently

You couldn't hide your smile at his excitement, following your eyes to where he pointed, only to be stunned by his excellent taste

Honestly, you were fully expecting him to be pointing at a hot dog costume or something, pleasantly surprised he didn't take his opening to crack one of his famous jokes

Seeing him grab your size, adding it his pile of clothes very obviously not for him, your heart melts. Suddenly feeling bad for your lack of appreciation, you do some exploring of your own

Scrolling through the racks upon racks of clothing, you realize going out wasn't as bad as you initially thought it would be, mentally noting to thank him for taking you

You practically squeal when your eyes catch a pair of couples hoodies. He would happy to know you wouldn't steal this one (you still would)

Taking it in your arms, you continue eyeing the racks, spotting a pair of sweats, remembering him mentioning his need for new ones

Before you knew it, you no longer had the capacity to grab another article of clothing, your hands desperately clinging onto the pile of items you picked out. Wobbling a little, you search the aisles to find the boy, immediately spotting him due to his height

Picking up the pace a little, you jog like an excited puppy to the Japanese boy, anticipating his reaction to your picks. Approaching closer, he spots you, just about to say something before you trip over yourself, expecting your fall to be broken by the ridiculously high pile of clothes but instead you feel a pair of hands on your waist

"Not so fast, angel what's the rush" he teases before helping you up, taking a majority of the clothes from your hands

"And what happened to not being interested? Are you saying I didn't need to bribe you with ice cream after all?" He says through a smile, admiring the blush that creeps upon your cheeks

"J-just try on the clothes, nishimura" you speak while looking straight at your feet, almost like a child after being scolded

A finger hooks under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze as he leans down to your level a little, man he really loves making you feel short

"Eyes up here, darling. There's no need to be embarrassed" He smiles

"And make me go alone, come on" he bits lip expectantly, taking your hand in his, guiding you to the fitting room

Setting down your picks, he hands you his only after whispering softly

"Try these on for me beautiful. Call me in when you're ready" kissing your temple, he closes the curtain behind you, giving you privacy before settling himself on a chair just outside the fitting room

Shaking off the stupid grin on your face, you opt for trying on his first pick, slipping it on while eyeing yourself in the mirror. You had to admit, it hugged you perfectly.

Opening the curtain, his eyes meet yours before they pan down to your figure, biting his lip a little

"Can you do a little twirl for me, angel?" He says softly, giving you his full, undivided attention. Following his request, you can't help but giggle a little

"As expected" He finally speaks

"You look stunning" He breathes out, meeting your gaze with pure adoration. You blush a little, striking a pose jokingly

He giggles at your antics

"Okay babe strut strut" He cheers your on, getting up from his seat before kneeling down, leaning back with his hands imitating a camera

"There there there! Perfect perfect and pose! and pose! and pose!" He jokes, making you both fall into a fit of laughter

Sensing the judging pairs of eyes on you two, you pull him into the fitting room before he could notice, not wanting to ruin the moment for him

He's doesn't seem to mind, urging you to try on a particular pair of sweats. Grabbing it, you noticed a size bigger under it, realizing he too thought alike with couples clothes

"Ki, ki, try on that hoodie over there, it's also matching" you say excitedly, realizing you two could have couple outfits vomit inducing I know

"You're too cute, princess" he whispers before pecking your cheek, immediately taking off his existing shirt to put on the hoodie. Handing you yours, he urges you to try it on, gasping dramatically when you do

"We look so cute! Like two peas in a pod" he says rubbing himself on you jokingly, making you mock him back with a fake gag

"Wait, I have to to" he says before reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his phone, pulling you closer ever so gently by the waist to pose in front of the mirror

Snaking his hand around your waist, he kisses your cheek *click*

Burying his face in the crook of your neck, you both giggle softly *click*

Bending down, he gently tugs at your hoodie arm, urging you to do the same. Striking a V pose, you mirror him *click*

You couldn't help but break into a fit of laughter at his dedication, falling back on your butt from kneeling down *click*

Before helping you up, he quickly adjusts the settings on his phone, using the opportunity to take a .5 pic of you, making you gasp

"You little-" Thinking you were reaching out to cover the camera, he was flabbergasted to say the least when you pulled him down so he fell right on top of you, making your stomach hurt from laughing too much. Rolling his eyes, he tries to hold his own laughter in, eventually failing when he hears yours

The workers were probably scoffing at you two acting like a bunch of five year olds

Were you possibly banned from this store now? Yes

Did you care? Not at all

That was a problem for future you. As of now, all you care for is the beautiful boy before your eyes, making you unimaginably happy beyond your wildest dreams

Fin

Pics aren't mine! Credits to the owner

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #ni ki enhypen #niki fluff #niki x reader #niki x you #nishimura niki #enha imagines #enha x reader #enha fluff #ni ki #niki soft hours

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webslingingslasher · 4 months

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your drabble about frat!peter and trouble living together………………his name on the lease………..omg please continue it

peter’s had a nervous look all night. you know him well enough to know that he’s biting something back and wasn’t sure how to share it.

waiting until the right moment, such as when your boyfriend made you both ice cream sundaes to enjoy as a nightcap during a movie; you ask.

‘tell me.’ you don’t think he was in the moment, because he’s unblinking at the screen, and abnormally, not scooping mint chip into his mouth. you poke his arm with the back of your spoon. ‘tell me what’s up.’

watching him relax, he stares down at his ice cream, you take the opportunity to steal a bite. ‘we need to talk.’ the spoon goes lack in your hold, suddenly the bowl in your lap was too cold and his favorite flavor tasted sour.

‘about what?’ peter can hear the venom in your words, solidified when you harshly clatter your bowl on his coffee table. peter knows what you’re about to jump to, and he knows that’s on him for his word choice, but he’s not wrong, it’s an equal conversation that needs to happen.

‘i’ve been thinking a lot about this, trouble. and um,’ peter pauses, he doesn’t sound very confident in proposing the idea.

‘no, go on, peter. tell me.’ your arms are crossed tight over your chest, a weak attempt at protecting your heart. ‘tell me how you buttered me up with ice cream to dump me.’

panic strikes, that’s not what he’s trying to allude to. ‘no, trouble, we’re not breaking up.’ you let out the biggest breath known to man. suddenly, ice cream sounds amazing. it’s slightly melted and it’s even better.

‘okay, i’m ready.’ its dairy soup heaven. peter hasn’t eased up in the slightest. if the world worked opposite, you’d think he was about to tell you he was pregnant.

‘i know we haven’t really talked about this before, or, i guess not seriously. but i just wanted to ask… or put the idea out that instead of resigning your lease you just… move in with me?’

your jaw drops, that was the last thing you expected him to say. peter took your shock as upset, he started racing over his original offer. ‘or not! i could always move into your place, or if you wanted to get a place together we can look around. i mean, i just resigned mine but-‘

‘you want me to move in?’ you grab the forgotten ceramic in peter’s hands and move it on the table, yours follows. ‘yeah. but like i said! if you want- oof.’ unprepared for your sudden attack, peter hits the back of the couch while you perch on top of him.

‘are you sure? i mean, cause being here basically all the time and actually living here are two very different things.’

‘i know that, trouble. why do you think i asked?’ it’s wild to think that the peter you had two years ago is the same man in front of you screaming ‘commitment, commitment, commitment.’

‘wait, wait, wait. so you, peter parker, want me, to come live in this apartment with you. and be around you twenty four-seven?’

peter bounces the words around, ‘yeah. pretty much sums it up.’ you smile down at him, ‘i don’t know, what if you get tired of me?’

peter loves a challenge. you know this.

‘i’d love to see you try.’

#frat!peter drabbles #peter parker blurb

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jenosbliss · 5 months

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🍃 ⌇ nct 127 ! and doing a staring contest with them

pairing. gn!reader x nct127 | genre. fluff, crack | wc. 1.3k | warning. none expect Jaehyun’s part which a bit suggestive

TAEIL.

You think he’ll let you win? No no no you’re so wrong cause he’ll do anything to win.

As soon as you open your eyes he already has a foolish grin adorning his lips. And with gritted teeth he mutters “Let’s get it”

You lasted for a minute before bursting out laughing because of his expressions. He still had that grin from the beginning and tears in his eyes which made him look hilarious and you could not control your laughter anymore.

Is so proud of his victory that from now on every time you have a disagreement he challenges you to a staring competition which ends up in him winning each time.

JOHNNY.

Was really competitive when you mentioned it. He was like “you know I could stare at you all day. Not a big deal~”

But it proved to be a big deal for him as he didn’t expect you to be so determined to win and his eyes started to water . He tried making weird and funny faces even doing seductive gestures but nothing worked on you.

While he was trying out seductive gestures like smirking, passing flirtatious remarks staring at your lips instead of your eyes —which was a foul— he winked not realising it’ll get him eliminated.

Pretended to sulk until you got back from the ice cream parlour and showered him with kisses and hugs. He would’ve gotten your favourite flavour even if he had won the contest.

TAEYONG.

Lost in 5 seconds *smh*

You would be so confused as to what happened because even before you could focus on him he was already facing the other side. His neck burning red.

You convinced him to do it once more but again he’s a blushing mess as he giggles and hides his face in the crook of your neck placing soft kisses there. “I can’t do this.”

He gets very flustered and clingy to you after this contest but never told you that whenever he looked in your eyes he couldn’t stop himself from blushing and that you looked too pretty and kissable at the moment that he couldn’t help being flustered.

Anyways you won and he never agreed to a staring contest again.

YUTA.

He’ll make you regret asking him to do a staring contest with you.

As soon as you both start he’ll smirk evilly as you grow suspicious of his intentions. But before you could ask or say anything he had already blown in your eyes making you lose.

He would laugh like an evil queen in a Disney movie while you called him out for cheating and whined. “There was no rule I could not blow in your eyes? I didn’t blink.”

“If it’s like that then let’s play again!” “You lost y/n accept it.” Nope, he didn’t have a rematch so got all sulky and walked away from him. And let's say it wasn't easy for him to get you talk to him again but a day worth of his kisses and cuddles wasn’t that bad.

DOYOUNG.

Won’t take you or this game seriously at first and would call this childish but he liked it when you suggested such games.

Would be nonchalant in the beginning but soon be immersed in it as if his life depends on the game. “Hey you blinked!” He said, making you flinch “No I didn’t!” You retorted, rubbing your eyes back annoyed as it’s the nth time he did it “You won’t say anything from now on!”

Would lose every time as his eyes aren’t that strong for a staring game and hence asked for a rematch again and again until you give up.

At last you blinked purposely as he jumped up happily and did a little victory dance to tease you while you scoffed annoyed “someone said it was childish.” Would hold your face and kiss you softly. “Don’t be sad, it’s okay to lose.”

JAEHYUN.

He might be known as the unbothered king but he is also known for his competitiveness. Don’t assume he’ll go easy on you.

He was smiling brightly throughout the game as he knew your weakness : his dimples. He would use unfair means to distract you.

As he was playing dirty you decided to do that same as you inched closer to him and now staring at his lips while licking your own. You were sure you saw a glint of surprise in his eyes as his smile faltered.

“You wanna play dirty? You’re such a bad girl y/n.” He whispered as his voice dropped low and he pushed himself in front of you, his lips just a mere inches away.

Flustered, you blinked continuously trying to understand what just happened and realised everything when that smirk made his lips curl up. “Now you have to do what I say since I won.” You gulped as a shiver ran down your spine at the sudden change of atmosphere. “Bedroom now baby.”

JUNGWOO.

It was him who recommended this game as both could not decide on the menu. He wanted Thai food while you wanted to go for Chinese food.

Even though he was determined to eat Thai food he couldn’t help but get flustered by you. Only he knows how he is holding up to this game.

Would let out a nervous chuckle and as he couldn’t handle looking at you without being shy he looked away clearing his throat and wiping a few tears.

“Woah what happened?” You tried looking at him but he avoided eye contact until a few minutes later when he looked at you “No-nothing, let’s go-go for Chinese food then.”

You knew it was much more nothing cause his red ears and flushed cheeks spoke more than his words. He just loves you so much that he can’t handle his heart sometimes like today.

MARK.

He tried his best okay? He did! It’s not his fault that he cannot control his laughter.

Would be laughing from the beginning till the end. The moment you mentioned ‘staring contest’ he started giggling and was in a state of disbelief to be honest.

Would look in your eyes trying to control himself from bursting out laughing but would still say things like “Dude oh my your eyes look like watermelons.” “Mark!”

Had a fit of laughter before apologising and staring at you again, pursing his lips together and even bit his tongue to stop laughing. Would literally stop laughing for a moment but blinked unknowingly.

“You lost.” You announced standing up from the couch. “Wait what? How- like you know- like- I was looking at you, I didn’t blink!” He’s not ready to accept this until you recorded the next match and showed it to him.

HAECHAN.

Had a smug smile throughout the game and did everything to make you lose.

He made those funny frat boy faces, poked his tongue at you, would even try shouting out of nowhere to make you flinch, resulting in you getting irritated.

“C’mon y/n why are you so determined?” He whined trying to make you blink.

It’s already been more than 5 minutes and both of you have tried every trick you knew to make the blink but none of you did and low-key knew you could go for another 10 minutes bcs his eyes haven’t even watered as much as you.

Noticing your teary, red eyes and your eyelids twitching he blinked his eyes purposely. The smile he had seeing your proud face was the one which only appeared with you.

And ofc to not let his act lose he even pretended to be sad and pouted as you jumped in his arms suddenly overflowing with love for him. Who was he to miss on your love for a stupid staring contest?

masterlist. nct 127 | nct dream | wayv navigation.

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forever-rogue · 11 months

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Javi and Dulzura taking the kids grocery shopping and Dulzura leaves Javi with the kids(maybe she takes the youngest with her in like a baby carrier cause that’s just cute) because she forgot something a couple isles over and someone tried flirting with Javi cause they’re thinking “oh hot single dad” but Dulzura shows up just in time and is like nope.

AN | Oh yeah, but no. No one messes with Javi when Dulzura is around! Can be read as a stand alone or part of the ‘verse! ❤️

Pairing | Javier x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.7k

Masterlist | Main, Javier, A Good Man ‘Verse

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“Javier!” you sighed as you looked through the fridge for a third time before turning back to the pantry and finding that it was just as empty as the fridge. This was definitely not good.

“What’s wrong, Dulzura?” he made his way into the kitchen, a smile on his face as he found you standing there with your hands on your hips, “I didn’t do it.”

“Oh? You don’t eat in this house anymore?” you snorted in amusement as you motioned for him to come closer. He raised an eyebrow as he came over and gave you a kiss, “we’re running dangerously low on groceries.”

“Uh oh,” he took a quick look through everything before groaning slightly, “we’re going to have to go to the store.”

“We have to go to the store,” you confirmed as a few shrieks of joy reached you from the living room, “and I think we’re going to have to take the gaggle with us.”

“The gaggle?” he couldn’t help but laugh as you nodded seriously.

“They’re like baby geese honking and running all over the place,” despite your best efforts you weren’t able to keep the smile off your face, “therefore they are our little gaggle of geese. And you’re Father Goose.”

“Does that make you Mother Goose?” he put a hand on your waist and pulled closer to his body, before wrapping you up in a tight hug.

“Nope,” you could feel him smiling against your lips, “I’m Queen Goose, and you’re all my loyal subjects.”

“And I would never dare to cross you,” he promised, taking a moment to kiss you properly, “do you think we’ll survive?”

“I can put Bella in her carrier and the others will be okay,” the two of you grimaced for a moment. It wasn’t that you didn’t love your children - you absolutely did, more than anything - but they were a lot. A whole lot, “they’re good kids. They’ll listen…they’ve been good before.”

“And we can incentivize with ice cream,” he suggested as you nodded.

“Like that was a question,” you grinned, “whatever it takes.”

“When should we go?”

“We’re going to have to feed them soon,” you playfully sighed, “unless you’ve got something else that you need to do first?”

“Never,” he pressed a kiss to the side of your head and that made you smile softly. He was always so tender and gentle with you, even after all these years, “you and the gaggle are always my number one priority.”

“Oh cielito,” you beamed at him, making his knees weak, “I love you so much.”

“I love you,” he promised, “now, let’s get everyone rounded up and get going. I have a feeling this is going to be quite an adventure.”

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“Alright,” you and Javier jumped out of the car to quickly go over the game plan for grocery shopping. When you had a family of seven, planning was a must. It gave you some pause for a moment as you took in the scene in front of you. A large SUV filled with children and a hot husband that were all yours. You’d never imagined that this would be your life, even when you’d first started your relationship with Javier this was never anything you’d imagined. But you wouldn’t change a thing either.

“You have your list?” you asked as he pulled the paper with the groceries he was going to procure out of his pocket. You mirrored him and held up your list, “okay, I’ll start with the kids, and then we’ll meet in the middle and swap.”

“And you’re okay with taking Bella?”

“Yup - she’ll be strapped to my chest so she’s not going anymore,” you were very proud of your little plan, “but she’s also eight months old so she's not really going anywhere either way. You can get her next time.”

“Sounds like a deal, Dulzura,” he put his hand on your face and brushed his thumb over cheek, “you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you could hear the small giggles from inside the car. That alone made your heart soft, “let’s get this done so we can all get some ice cream.”

“Now that sounds perfect,” he opened the back door so the two of you could start getting the kids out. Lucia hopped out, along with Diego who was much more tactful than his older sister. They clambered over to Javi as you took Bella out of her car seat and into the carrier you had on your chest. She cooed happily as you got her settled before you each grabbed out one of the twins.

“Oh my little loves,” you grinned at them, trying to hold back your internal squeals. As they stood by Javi, you could see just how much they all seemed to take after him with their dark hair and soft eyes and bright smiles. You liked to joke that you did all the hard work with carrying them and birthing them and they betrayed you by taking after their father. Except for Bella who definitely took more after you. But you loved them all beyond words, “we are going to go grocery shopping so we can have food at home - and if you’re all good, we can go get ice cream afterwards and go to the park. What do you guys think?”

You were met with little cheers and bright smiles; alright - you had them reeled in.

“You’re going to go with your mamá,” Javier affectionately ruffled Lucia’s curls and then later on you’ll come with me. Si?”

“Si papá,” Lucia and Diego chirped happily as the twins nodded.

“Inside voices please and stay close, okay? And remember your manners,” you gave Javi a look and he silently responded. The two of you didn’t even have to verbalize conversations anymore, you were so in sync, “okay, let’s go then kiddos! And no running either, por favor!”

“Good luck, Dulzura,” Javi punctuated his statement with a kiss as you both grabbed shopping carts, “if you want to trade off early, just say the word.”

“You’re a good man, amor,” you whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” and he gave your bum a small pinch which made your eyes widen as you tried to quiet your giggles, “and that never gets old.”

“Javier.”

“See you soon,” with that, he took off towards the other end of the store to start on his list.

You shook your head with a fond smile as Bella babbled away, “your father is impossible, I swear. But luckily for all of you, you’re all so cute!”

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Your children were definitely small agents of chaos, but you had to admit that they definitely listened and listened well when asked to. One would think that Javier, former DEA agent Javier, would have been the more strict parent, but if anything, it was definitely you. Luckily, there weren’t many times you had to pull out the strict mom card too often.

"Mamá?" Diego was at your side as his sisters and brother were up ahead, excitedly looking at all the bright packaging on the shelves.

"Yes, my love?" You reached down and touched his little cheek, "everything alright?"

"Mhmm," he grabbed your hand with his much smaller one, "can we get cookies?"

"Cookies?" You playfully scoffed at him as he grinned at you shyly, "you want cookies?"

"Yes please," there came your favorite little gap toothed grin, "I like the oreos! Abuelo likes them too."

"Well I can't say no to you and abuelo," you put a hand on your heart, "we can get some cookies, but you have to share with everyone."

"Even with Bella?"

"Maybe not Bella," the baby in question was already asleep again, "but your other sisters and brother and papá."

"Okay," he nodded eagerly as he padded up ahead to where he could see the telltale blue packaging.

At the end of the aisle you saw Javier pop up and you felt yourself relaxing. He leaned against the cart and offered you a cheeky little wink accompanied by a wave. You stuck your tongue out in response as he shook his head fondly.

"Doing alright?" He asked when you made your way down the aisle.

"Not a single hair on their heads harmed, no missing kids, and no meltdowns," you grinned as the kids all studied the different types of oreos that were available, "I promised your son some oreos. Made a sucker right out of me."

"My son?"

"Yes," you confirmed fervently, "when he makes a sucker out of me, he's your son. Other times I will take half credit for him."

"What about the others?"

"They can be ours. But they're on thin ice!"

"You, Dulzura, are something else," he whispered before stealing a kiss. Lucia had gotten to the age where she called you both out for any sort of PDA. Diego was out at any age where he naturally agreed with his older sister. The twins were still young enough to be unbothered, "my turn?"

"Yes Daddy," you teased as his eyebrows shot up in amusement. It was your turn to wink at him as you herded the kids over to him, "all yours!"

"Two can play that game baby," you shrugged innocently, "I'll see you at the registers."

"See you soon!"

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You were walking the rest of your half of the grocery store in peace, enjoying a few quiet moments to yourself. They were far and few in between - no complaints on your part - but nice when you got them. Bella remained sleepy, drifting in and out of a little nap, but that didn't stop you from speaking quietly to her. She was such a happy baby and so calm and sweet; she was more like Diego than her sisters and other brother. They were all unique in their own special ways.

"Alright mija," you grabbed the last of your fresh produce and set it in the cart, crossing the items off your list. You were finished now and even earlier than anticipated, "let's go see if papá needs help."

You made your way to the other end of the store, grabbing a few things that looked good on the way - going shopping when hungry was never a good idea.

You spotted Thea from around the corner and attempted to follow her to Javier when you heard him speaking to someone. It definitely wasn't one of the kids, so you wondered if it was someone you knew.

"Look at those curls," the voice was high pitched and screeching, causing you to cringe. This was definitely not someone you knew, "what beautiful children!"

"Thanks, I-"

"They're all so precious," well then, this was interesting if nothing else. You could just imagine Javier's face, "they look like you. What are their names?"

"I, ugh, ma'am-"

"I'm Lucia," you were giggling now, listening to your daughter speak up, "that's my sister Thea, that's Diego, and that's Santiago but we all call him Santi. We have a baby sister too, her name's Bella."

"You are just sweet as pie," you edged towards the end of the aisle to peek around, "and your daddy is just as sweet…and handsome!"

"Umm…"

"And to think, you're raising them on your own!" okay, now you were getting annoyed. She looked exactly like you imagined, box blonde with over the top makeup, too much plastic surgery and an outrageous outfit. And she had the audacity to flirt with your husband in front of your children! You looked at his hand and he was definitely wearing his wedding band, "you know there's something so attractive about a single father."

"I'm not-"

"I can't even imagine everything you have to go through," she put her manicured hand over her heart, "you know if you ever need anything-"

"Hello, my love!" You slapped on the biggest grin you could manage as you sauntered over to him. Relief flooded his features as soon as he saw, along with the heart eyes he always seemed to watch you, “I was looking for you! We got separated.”

“H-hey baby,” he sounded so thankful that it caused you to shoot him a quick wink, “glad you found us.”

“Me too,” you walked over and gave him a big kiss, careful not to squish the baby, “I hate being separated from you, even if its just for a few minutes. Oh, hello. And you are?”

“Millie,” her entire face fell as she looked you over. You could tell she wasn’t expecting a wife, let alone you, “y-you’re-”

“I’m his wife,” you confirmed with a sticky sweet smile, “and the mother of all of his children.”

“O-oh, I didn’t mean to…imply anything,” but yeah, you weren’t buying that for a moment.

“Oh? Well, he’s wearing a wedding ring and clearly not interested,” you were enjoying this a little too much, “but thank you for your comments on my children. They are very adorable and sweet. But we can handle them on our own, sweetie. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“No,” and with that, she turned the corner and you could hear her high heels shuffling away. You let out a heavy sigh before turning back to face Javier. You weren’t quite sure what reaction you were supposed to be expecting, but it wasn’t the smug, proud expression he wore.

“What was that?” he asked, as he watched the kids look at everything on shelves. He took a step closer to you and put a hand on your hip and gave it a gentle squeeze, “Dulzura.”

“It wasn’t anything,” you replied simply with a shrug, “I was just making sure she knows who you belong to. And to stay away from my children.”

“You’re always sexy, you know that,” he whispered close to your ear, “you’re even sexier when you’re jealous.”

“I wasn’t jealous,” you put your hand on his cheek and patted it playfully, “there’s nothing to be jealous of. You’re mine and everyone knows that. You know that.”

“I do,” he promised, “I am yours. I’ve always been yours, from the day we met.”

“Hmmm,” you mused as you pressed a kiss to his lips, “good man, Javier. I’m yours too, you know.”

“I know,” he growled as you smiled.

“Glad we’re on the same page,” you grinned, “if I ever see another woman try to make a move on you, I won’t be as nice. She caught me on a good day.”

“I doubt that’ll happen again-”

“I doubt that,” you insisted, “you’re fine as hell, Javier. Just because you refuse to see it, doesn’t mean it’s not true. You really don’t notice how all these women look at you, do you?”

“Nope,” he looked so proud of him, “because I’ve only got eyes for one woman.”

“You always know exactly what to say,” you sighed wistfully as you looked him over, “I am going to take care of you tonight, amor. Let me show you how much I love you.”

“Baby,” he groaned slightly at your insinuation, “I want to-”

“Papá!” Lucia waved at him from down the aisle, “come here!”

You laughed softly as he closed his eyes and let out a small groan. You gave him a quick kiss before nudging him towards his daughter.

“This isn’t finished,” he whispered to you as raised an eyebrow, “I mean it, Dulzura.”

“I’m counting on that, cielito.”

“Papá! Hurry!”

#javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier pena x you #javier pena x fem!reader #javier pena imagine #javier pena one shot #pedro pascal #agm #javi x dulzura #a good man

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wraitingtoyou · 1 year

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Sumeru characters as classmates

Gn!reader

Includes: Collei, Tighnari, Dehya, Alhaitham, Cyno, Candace, Nilou, Kaveh, Nahida, Dori.

Collei

• a neat friend ngl

• would say she didn't do her homework to be punished together with you wow what a homie.

• But damn does she not chew off the tip of all pens and pencils because of her anxiety. Mm woi is it spoicy.

Tighnari

• He's a material girl

• no seriously he has all the stationary and shit, a cut on your finger? Pulls out the whole first aid kit. Hungry? Pulls out the whole kitchen he cookin like w 5* michelin

•Too smart you get irritated sometimes like he NEVER forgets his work and always right too wtf

Dehya

• Does not understand anything in class literally.

•Asks for your notes everytime and feels bad for it so she runs errands for you she calls it a fair trade bahahaha

•She has the whole basketball bros on the tip of her fingers that now they look at you and go "BOYS BOW DOWN ITS THE ALLY OF MASTER DEHYA"

AlHaitham

•🤓🤓🤓

•smarty pants

•honestly just throw him out of the window already.

•Talks back to the teachers wow

• "You want ice cream?" "no, thank you according to the weather today if you eat ice cream you will gai-" BITCH STFU ILL EAT IT BY MYSELF THEN

• as much as he's annoying it sure is fun to hear him spill tea about the teachers and school.

Cyno

• Dilligent student #2

• for some reason there's rumours that he has a gang in the school like leave the bb aloneeeee.

• You didn't have well thoughts about him being your seat partner at first because he seemed the type who thinks he's all cool n shi

•you literally planned a whole argument in your head on how you'd demolish him if he ever picked one with you

• you came to realise he's just nice and silly

• makes chemistry jokes sometimes and you pretend to get it

• ass is weak at chemistry sorry

Candace

• Your grades when she's your classmate 📈📈📈

• SO COOL AND RELIABLE

• She teaches better than the teachers istg

• She brings you snacks so you bring her small gifts too like charms and all 😞

• you two have matching school bag keychains. She has a moon and you have sun one she say it's because you're bright like a sun. Oof your heart and pride.

Nilou

• Popular girl wth

• You assumed she'd be one of those try to be nice and kind for favour type but you were wrong you felt dissapointed in yourself naur

•You two go out in café dates often she insists she wants to pay but how could let a sweetie like her do that?

•She loves you so much omg she even has your wedding venue ideas planned 💀

Kaveh

• He's really fun to be around not gonna lie.

• stressed bean comes to you to rant about Haitham everyday 😭

• Sends you capybaras memes during class hours like bitch??? Study you failing physics 😾

Nahida

• WTF IS A KID DOING HERE

• Dayumn this kid too smart for her age maybe that's why

• she's cute though so you won't bully her you guess.

•you holding back the urge to pinch her cheeks every 10 seconds.

Dori

•How tf did this kid here again

•tries to sell you premium student stationary for vip only with 20% discount

• yeah you're not falling for that

•kid tops every math class wtf

•send this kid to business pls

#genshin fanfiction #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin hcs #alhaitham x reader #genshin fluff #cyno x reader #tighnari x reader #dehya x reader #kaveh x reader

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tyquu · 5 months

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Here's the Ben whump rant i talked abt in my last post,,,

Ofc heed the triggers and what not: Blood, injury, ect ect

Also take everything here with a serious handful of salt, im being dramatic as heck. So if you don't wanna see me get serious abt something that's not that deep, this probably isn't the rant for you <3

Anywho...

Do you ever think about just how often Ben gets the absolute crap beat out of him? Like in Grudge Match, I forgot how many times he gets flung about in his human form. He's ten years old, his bones are way too weak for all that. The amount of head injuries he must get is insane, and Max never once seems to take Ben's injuries seriously.

Like that time Ben gets sick after sitting in the back of an ice cream van for like,, twenty minutes. He's ill to the point it's actively inhibiting his ability to play hero, blinding wildmutt with gunked up sensors and taking the heat out of heatblast. He's pale and sniffly and looks like shit, but Max still makes the executive decision to drag him out on errands instead of giving him time to rest.

Also just cause he takes the majority of damage in his alien forms doesn’t mean those injuries suddenly have no impact at all. I think in alien force they were toying with idea of his injuries carrying over becoming more of a problem for him, with his busted knee in season one, and black eye in the episode where he gets grounded. Either way, it’s still implied that wounds translate over after he de-transforms, even if to a lesser extent. Not to mention all the scrapes and little injuries he must get from de-transforming mid battle (on the occasions he does).

FUCK, I mean Ben actually displays short term memory loss as a direct result of getting hit in the head in alien force, and Gwen isn't concerned about it probably because she grew up with Grandpa Max not being concerned about it. She doesn't realise just how dangerous this level of head injury is, what the brain inflammation and possible bleeding could do to him. She's probably looked him in the eyes, with his pupils blown wide, dazed and confused about his whereabouts, and then buried her concern because it's nothing new right? Ben's been dealing with stuff like this since he was 10, and Max, the ever responsible adult, never shows the appropriate amount of concern for it, so it makes sense that both Gwen and Ben don’t consider these things serious until its too late.

Like not to get all dramatic about this and over think it (more so than I already am lol) but I’m positive this stuff would have long term consequences for Ben’s health as he enters adult hood, or even before then. Trouble recalling things, ringing in his ears, migraines and headaches as well a light sensitivity, all of these are symptoms of repeated and serious head trauma. Not to mention, paired with my personal headcanons about the burning chemical sensation of having the omnitrix fused to his flesh, leaking fluid into his bloodstream and scorching his skin. Or the chronic nosebleeds I think he would have as a result of all these other health complications. There's just a LOT that can be done with Ben whump, and I’m surprised it isn’t talked about/thought about more?

Folks love the idea of Ben being functionally immortal (at least from injury related death), and the power fantasy that comes with being the weilder of the omnitrix, but what about the fact that he’s just some guy?? That the omnitrix failsafe doesn’t protect him from everything, and that if the injuries are bad enough to have triggered the failsafe in the first place, then where does that leave him in terms of recovering from them??? Sorry, sorry, crazy moment.

#ben 10 #ben tennyson #ben 10 whump #whump #rant post #blood #injury #ty tidbit

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feverishly-kpop · 4 months

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Yeonjun & TXT - Christmas Stomach Flu - Part 1

If there was ever a time that Yeonjun simply wanted the Earth to open beneath his feet and swallow him whole, this was it. There was nothing worse than coming down with the stomach flu, except maybe coming down with the stomach flu the week before Christmas.

“Hyung, you’ve been in there for a long time” Hueningkai’s voice called from outside the door. “Maybe it’s time for you to head back to bed?”

Yeonjun could hear his voice but was too weak to respond with anything more than a whine. Hueningkai was right. He had been sat on the washroom floor for the better part of an hour, consistently feeling like he was on the verge of being sick, yet nothing happened.

“At least unlock the door” Taehyun’s voice joined Hueningkai’s but Yeonjun made no attempt to move.

Despondent over his current condition, he instead chose to pull a towel off the rack overhead to use as a pillow, hoping that a few minutes of sleep would settle his stomach. Yet the moment he laid himself down his stomach turned.

“Fuck” he mumbled before pulling himself back up in front of the toilet and vomiting the small amount of water that Soobin had forced him to drink earlier that day.

“Soobin-hyung!”

A wave of guilt washed over Yeonjun. The last thing he wanted to do was concern the maknaes but his attention was quickly redirected back to the situation at hand as another round of sickness overtook him.

The sounds around him seemed distant as his ears rang but he couldn’t miss the sound of the washroom door handle being jiggled paired with a familiar scratching noise.

Fucking Beomgyu.

His dongsaeng was an expert in picking locks, a skill that was usually reserved for pranking his hyungs. Within a minute he had managed to unlock the door, opening it for Soobin to enter before pulling it closed again and ushering Hueningkai and Taehyun away to give Yeonjun and Soobin some privacy.

“Seriously, fuck Beomgyu” Yeonjun mumbled as Soobin took a seat on the floor next to him.

“He wouldn’t have had to if you just kept the door unlocked” Soobin replied cautiously, not sure if Yeonjun was gearing up to pick a fight or if he was too exhausted to push back.

“The door was locked for a reason” Yeonjun muttered. “I don’t want to get you or the kids sick.”

Typical. Yeonjun was always more concerned about the rest of the members than about himself.

“I hate to say it but if we’re going to get sick then we are going to get sick. You shared a water bottle with Gyu last night and a spoon with Tae” Soobin reminded Yeonjun. “Honestly I’m surprised that they’re both still on their feet at this point.”

Yeonjun couldn’t even respond as another wave of nausea washed over him. Soobin rubbed his back quietly, waiting for Yeonjun to finish vomiting.

“If they get sick with this…” Yeonjun said sadly, blindly reaching behind him for some toilet tissue to wipe his face. “I’m the worst hyung in the world. I’ll never forgive myself.”

Soobin quickly shushed Yeonjun as he ran a hand over Yeonjun’s cheeks to wipe away the stray tears that Yeonjun hadn’t even realized had fallen. “That’s the fever talking. You’re far from the worst hyung. The only reason that Beomgyu drank from your bottle in the first place was because he forgot his own and you were worried that he was getting dehydrated. And if you were really such a bad hyung you never would have shared half of your ice cream with Taehyun without him even asking.”

Yeonjun relaxed a little with that. He knew that Soobin was right but that didn’t make up for the sadness that he felt at the prospect of the rest of the members being sick, especially for Christmas.

“Do you think that you’re done for a bit?” Soobin asked tentatively. Yeonjun paused for a moment, taking stock of his body before nodding and allowing Soobin to help him off the floor and back to his bedroom.

*~*~*~*~*~

“What else can we get you?” Hueningkai asked Yeonjun as he handed him a bottle of water.

Yeonjun shook his head weakly. “I’m good, thanks Kai,” he responded quickly. “And honestly you should keep your distance. There’s no need to expose yourselves more than you already have been.”

Yeonjun’s words made Hueningkai frown. “You’re always like this, hyung.”

“Like what?” Yeonjun’s question was genuine.

“Whenever somebody else is sick or hurt or even just in a bad mood you are the first one there to help and the last to leave their side” Kai said as he sat cross legged at the end of Yeonjun’s bed. “Yet when it’s you that needs us you push us away.”

“That’s not fair, I don’t push you aw…” Yeonjun started before being immediately cut off by Hueningkai.

“You literally locked yourself in the washroom. Beomgyu-hyung had to use a paper clip to open the door.”

“I’m aware…” Yeonjun knew that Hueningkai had him there.

They sat in awkward silence together for a few moments before Hueningkai spoke up again. “You want to watch a cheesy Christmas movie?” Yeonjun couldn’t help but chuckle at the mischievous glint in his eye.

“If you promise to stay down there at the end of the bed, then sure” Yeonjun replied, much to Hueningkai’s delight. “And maybe put a mask on?”

Hueningkai nodded before stepping out of Yeonjun’s room to grab a mask but he was startled to find Soobin standing right outside the door with a finger to his lips indicating that his dongsaeng wasn’t to utter a single word until there was enough distance between Yeonjun’s room and themselves.

“Did he drink some water?”’Soobin asked quietly. He had chosen to send Hueningkai in strategically as he assumed that Yeonjun would be the least likely to send the maknae away out of all of them.

“He did” Hueningkai responded with a nod. “And now we are going to watch a movie. I’m just grabbing a mask.”

Soobin froze, completely aghast. “He..he’s letting you…” he stuttered, seemingly unable to speak. “How?”

Just then Taehyun burst past them with a hand over his mouth, in hot pursuit of the washroom.

“We’ll talk later. Looks like you’ve got other things to see to” Hueningkai responded as he slipped on his mask, ready to look after his sick hyung.

#kpop sickfic #kpop fluff #sickfic #txt sickfic #txt fluff #yeonjun sickfic #yeonjun sick #yeonjun fluff

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 8 months

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Summary: Steve realises he's in love with you, now he just has to tell you.

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending. Fluff.

Don't reuse, copy or repost my work.

❤️

It took Steve a while to realise he was in love with you.

With Nancy, he fell for her hard and fast but you were different.

He met you after Vecna's defeat, once The Upside Down and all the inhabitants-demobats, demogorgons, The Mindflayer were destroyed along with it.

So maybe it happened when you first started working at Family Video? The first time he met you was practically imprinted into his mind.

You were nervous, sarcastic at first and yet when you began to get to know him and Robin all that melted away.

You were funny, kind and could make him laugh when he needed it most. Just like Robin.

Unlike Robin, the two of you had a different relationship. For one thing it definitely wasn't Platonic with a capital P.

There was an underlying tension between you, touches that lingered between the two of you, loaded words and actions.

Maybe he fell for you during the nights that you spent with him, helping him through his nightmares about the Demobats.

The night terrors terrified him, he tried to hide it from Robin and the kids, Eddie talked to him about it and shared the nightmares that plagued him about his near death experience with the Demobats.

Despite Eddie trying to get him to open up, he kept his emotions bottled inside. He didn't want to worry the kids, so he pushed his feelings down, locked them away even though he knew he desperately needed to talk to someone.

His family were never the lovey dovey type, sharing emotions and fears. His father instilled in him from a young age that he had to act like a man and not the young boy he was.

"Tears are a sign of weakness and Harrington men don't show weakness son"

It was toxic bullshit but there was always a tiny part inside Steve- as much as he hated it-that wanted to make his father proud.

After many sleepless nights, reassuring Robin that he was okay, battling his rising emotions daily, it was you that broke down his facade.

You visited him at home, movies in hand and popcorn and ice cream in the other. It was an impromtu movie night you told him.

During Back to the Future you turned to him and gently interlaced your fingers with his.

"Steve, I'm here. You can talk to me anytime okay? You're exhausted and hiding how you feel and that's not healthy. If you need to vent, cry, anything at all, then just know you can talk to me''

That night he told you everything about what happened in Hawkins the last few years.

Everything from the first demogorgon he faced with Nancy and Jonathan, El, all the way to being tortured by the Russians and finally to the the demobat attack and defeating Vecna/The Upside Down.

You listened patiently, shocked but not suprised. Hawkins has seemed strange for years now, all the unexplained phenomena and deaths.

Being with you, the way that you were so gentle with him, how your hand never left his, talking about all the trauma he had been through pushed him over the edge.

For years he had looked after others, never giving himself time to process anything he had been through.

That night he cried for the first time in a long, long time.

You stayed with him and held him and after that the nights got a little easier when you were with him.

❤️

He finally realised he was in love with you a few weeks ago. After a string of just bad dates that didn't work out.

When he was talking to the women he dated there was an ache inside him that grew stronger. Honestly he just wanted to be with you.

How he didn't know sooner was a mystery according to Robin.

"You look at her like she's an angel on earth, like she hung the moon. Seriously Steve? Dustin is right do you need to be told everything?'' Robin exclaimed looking completely exasperated.

He scowls and ignores her comment, anxiety blooms inside him, he feels jittery and the fact that Tate Andrew's is in the store and flirting heavily with you only makes his mood worse.

Jealousy gnaws at him and he knows he has to make a move but the thought you might not feel the same way concerns him.

"What if she doesn't feel the same way Robin? We're friends, I don't want to ruin that'' she a softens and pats his arm.

"Steve, she looks at you the exact same way as you look at her, all longing and wistful. Take a chance. Don't be a dingus"

Tonight, he will tell you tonight.

💖

Okay, so telling you tonight didn't work out so well, nor did the fact the two of you were fighting right now.

You had a date with Tate and Steve stupidly let his jealously get the better of him when you told him.

The fact you even came to his house after the date suprised him. However, you were still very pissed off and the argument resumed.

"It's hardly fair that you get so annoyed at me going on a date when you go on like a million dates Steve. Double standard much?"

Steve didn't know what to say back to that, tried not to notice how beautiful you looked even when you were furious with him.

"They didnt mean anything, shit they were terrible. You know that" for a brief second you calm down but then you're eyes flash with pain and he moves closer to you concerned.

"Because they aren't Nancy?" he is taken aback by this, he talked to Nancy months ago and they cleared the air, renewed their friendship and agreed they were better off as friends.

They both realised a relationship would never work between them, they wanted different things.

Why were you bringing Nance up?

"What? This isn't about Nancy, I don't want Nancy" He notices the way the pain leaves your features when he says this.

"You're right, this isn't about Nancy. So let me ask why you were so against me going out tonight?" he swallows feeling himself clam up when you ask this.

"I... shit, you know how protective I am over you and...'' He trails off, Shit! This isn't how he planned this to go.

"That's all this is about? Because you're protective?" You ask him and he runs his hand through his hair, takes a deep breath and shakes his head.

"No, that's not all" He can't focus because you're so close to him and he can smell your perfume, feel heat rise in his skin as you touch his arm.

"Then what is it?" You're voice is gentle but there is a touch of curiosity, a little bit of exasperation.

"Because I love you okay? I'm in love with you, Robin said you felt the same but obviously you don't so I've just made an ass of myself" he finally let's it out and it's a relief to say it, even if you don't feel the same for him.

Nerves fill him, you gently cup his cheek and his eyes meet yours.

"You love me?" you whisper and he nods, his heart is pounding in his chest. Then you kiss him and all his fears melt away.

"Yeah, I do" He replies as he pulls you closer to him and presses a kiss to your hand.

"I love you Steve, the date with Tate was terrible, all I could think about was you" He rests his head on top of yours.

All the tension he has felt all day just melts away. He has his girl and he feels on top of the world.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x you

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brightymir · 2 years

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𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒 [𝐬𝐜𝐬]

》 contains: misspellings, food description, rich reader in toge's, ryujin nippon content in toshi's

》 fluff

》 wc: 4.3k

》 — yuuji, megumi, nobara, toge, noritoshi x gn!reader

》 a/n: HELLO OMG i am so glad to be back from my hiatus and i'm pleased to give u all this jjk fluff !!! i made it a bit longer than the usual scs bec i wanted to make up for my absence. thank you for waiting for me and i really hope you like this bec i took this too seriously and did some research on famous spots and even the airports in japan lmao

𑁍 yuuji itadori

✈︎ 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙𝙖 𝘼𝙞𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩

you just finished claiming your bags and were on your way out of the airport terminal when a large cardboard caught your attention. it was large enough to take up four persons worth of space and the glitter splattered all over it did not help in the slightest.

you chuckled to yourself and walked towards it. yuuji himself was obscured by the banner he was holding and did not notice you approaching. but as soon as he got a whiff of your familiar perfume, he dropped the banner and set his gaze on you.

not wasting a second, he dashed straight to you, forgetting to reduce his speed. the impact his collision had on you set you tumbling on the floor as he remained hugging you. you let out a hearty laugh and hugged him tightly back.

"you're back! you're really back!" he exclaimed and snuggled closer to you. you tread your fingers along his soft locks and used your elbow to sit yourself up, yuuji refusing to let go.

"mhm, i'm here yuu. i'm home" you replied and ijichi came to your aid helping you with your baggage as your boyfriend showed no signs of letting go anytime soon.

arriving at the dorm, you only got a quick glance at the other students before yuuji dragged you to his room. he then proceeded to make some snacks as you went for a shower.

afterward, yuuji then asked you to tell him how your mission went, the sights that you saw, the curses you encountered, and your overall experience. he looked like a cute little puppy while listening to you talk, eyes wide and sparkling and a genuine smile never leaving his lips once.

when evening came, he let you rest to your heart's content, knowing that it was a long and arduous journey for you and even though you try your best to hide it, the fatigue and exhaustion were evident in your subtle actions.

the way your knees buckled when you walked out of the airport, your droopy eyes when you both watched a film, your trembling fingers, and your weak grip when you put away the snacks earlier, yuuji saw it all.

he let you snuggle him and rest your head on his chest as he held you close, keeping you safe and warm in his embrace. he smiled to himself as he heard your soft snores and felt your heartbeat become slow, matching his.

for the next two weeks, yuuji spent as much time with you as possible while making sure you still get some rest. sometimes even hiding from gojo because he knows that the tall man will probably come to drag you away to another mission.

be it watching a movie, going to a football game, going bowling or karaoke, or strolling in the night market — yuuji did everything to make you feel at home once again. he made sure that after months-long of exorcising curses, you get the peace and comfort you have.

"gojo's calling me, what is it this ti-" before you could even finish your sentence, your boyfriend snatched your phone from you and turned it off, stashing it in his pocket.

"your ice cream will melt baby, eat up now" he replied and pulled you close by the waist, making you chuckle as you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

of course, you felt at home. yuuji is your home after all.

meanwhile, on the other side of the phone, gojo was sulking because he also wanted to get ice cream with you guys!

𑁍 megumi fushiguro

✈︎ 𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝘼𝙞𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩

after claiming your bags from checkout, you began to make your way out of the terminal and your eyes quickly scanned across the area to look for any signs of megumi waiting for you. he sent a message earlier that he had arrived at the waiting area.

you squinted and tried to look for him amidst the sea of people wearing monochrome shirts. you sighed to yourself and tried to sense the strongest cursed energy in the crowd, and finally succeeded in locating megumi.

he was near the entrance, in a secluded area and his hands were frozen mid-air. it was as if he was hesitating to wave over to you or pull out his phone instead to make a call, but his eyes met yours and he knew there was no need for either.

you hurried over to him as your luggage dragged carelessly behind you. you engulfed him in a hug as soon as he was within arm's length which took him by surprise, but he chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around you as well.

"you're here" he whispered as he slowly ran his hands up and down your back as if he was trying to convince himself. you smiled to yourself and pat his back reassuringly.

"i'm here, 'gumi."

originally, megumi wanted you to stay back at your home so that you will be able to get over your jet lag and adjust properly to the weather and time in japan. however, his plans to cuddle you to sleep went down the drain when you asked ijichi to take you both to tsudome.

"huh? tsudome...?" he mumbled to himself as he played with your hands, wondering why you made such a specific request. your giggle made the wheels turn in his head as he finally put the pieces together.

"oh, so that's what it is. i thought you insisted to stay in sapporo because your home is here" he said and looked at you in the eye. "you want to attend the snow festival"

megumi allowed you to drag him around the hills as you took him sledding and skiing, the winter sunshine falling upon the both of you as you lay on the snow creating snow angels.

you rode a snowmobile and explored the community dome, marveling at the enormous snowballs that were as big as entire buildings. your eyes were glued to the snow formations that you missed the way megumi was intently staring at you, basking in your presence and warmth.

making your way to odori park, you both rented ice skates to roam around the park hand in hand as you ate to your heart's content. you handfed megumi multiple times, much to his embarrassment as passers-by teased him for being so shy, which he responded to by scratching his hair.

to end the night, you both stood to one side while drinking milk tea, watching the light shows and stage performances deep into the night. you exchanged opinions on the performances as well as the designs of the light show.

megumi never felt so alive and at peace in the past eight months.

your boyfriend was huddled up to you, his face resting on the crook of your neck as he listened to your heartbeat. his arm was draped over your waist while the other rested below his head. you looked down at him to see a dreamy look on his face.

"i've missed this, so much. everyday i wonder how you're doing, and..." he trailed off and looked up at you, his eyes holding so many emotions that you can't describe each one. but adoration and love reigned over the others.

"you're here now, so i'm really happy" megumi seldom shows so much of his feelings and it struck you right then and there how much your absence affected him. so, instead of words, you held him tighter and planted a kiss on his forehead.

the night ended with you both sleeping in each other's arms, and megumi felt warmth and satisfaction when he woke up — and you were still beside him.

𑁍 nobara kugisaki

✈︎ 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙𝙖 𝘼𝙞𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩

you sleepily dragged your luggage behind you as you began to make your way out of the airport terminal, the jet lag clinging onto your bones as you scanned your eyes among the mass of people waiting for their relatives.

it didn't take long for you to spot nobara in the crowd, wearing a brown trench coat which she paired with converse. her hair had noticeably grown longer from the ten months that you were away, it was now resting atop her chest.

you made your way over to her and let out a grin at how she was still craning her neck, trying to spot you in the crowd of arrivals. you walked up to her and tapped her shoulder and she looked up at you, raising an eyebrow.

"huh? who are you?" she asked with her signature snarky voice, making you smile inwardly. she still has such a feisty personality in the seven months you were overseas. it took a few more seconds of her scrutinizing stare before her eyes went wide and she pounced on you, clinging onto you will all of her limbs.

“you damned piece of crap! you were gone too long and you even had a whole makeover that i can’t even recognize you. even your scent! it changed, your hair, your style, your aura, and you even grew much taller! it’s all different now. you can’t blame me for not recognizing you! it’s all your-”

“love, love please calm down, i’m not blaming you. i’m also well aware that i changed drastically hmm?” you encircled your arms around her and put your hand over her mouth as you dragged her out of the airport. “the only thing that did not change is my feelings for you.”

she flushed light pink and lightly hit you on your shoulder. she then proceeded to walk you towards the subway station, making you confused.

“huh? won’t ijichi be picking us up? i clearly gave him a call earlier today, and told him to drive us home” you said and halted in your tracks, whipping out your phone to dial ijichi’s number but nobara snatched it away from you.

“nope, we’re taking the subway to get to asakusa ekimise and spend your first day back doing shopping” she revealed a large grin and laughed maniacally as she waved gojo’s black card in your face. you sighed helplessly and submitted to her.

arriving at ekimise, she dragged you to different stores, particularly clothing stores. the fashion style in the west showed a lot of skin which was not good for the rainy weather in japan now.

she chose numerous pieces of clothing for you as you sat on one side and watched her roam around the entire store as attendants followed her. you laughed at how easily she used and swiped gojo’s card like it was not a big deal.

“what do you mean where is the owner? that’s my father, do i have to get him from his meeting to buy this?!”

after shopping, which you felt took quite a toll on gojo’s pocket, she treated you to a nice udon restaurant as you both ate to your heart’s content.

“ah really, nothing ever beats home food. the pasta is too oily in america, the chicken is too dry, and the salads are too dewy. it sucks to live there”

as if she weren’t tired enough from running around in 78 clothing and bag stores, she proceeded to take you to an arcade and spent a good 200,000 yen to win you the big plushie.

“darling, you know you could’ve bought me tons of stuff toys with what you used to buy tick-”

“shut up, i worked hard for it! i think i used up all my luck to get this penguin for you” she replied and shoved it to your chest, making you laugh as you leaned to kiss her forehead.

you both took the subway to return to the dorms as it was past 9 and going to shikoku would take too much time. seven minutes into the train ride and you felt a weight on your shoulder.

you looked down to see your girlfriend asleep, head resting on your shoulder as she had her right arm draped over you. her mouth was slightly ajar and you could hear her mumble about how glad she is that you were home.

you chuckled to yourself and carefully set down the shopping bags onto the floor. you pulled her closer and rested her head on your chest and pressed your chin atop her head.

“i’m really happy that i’m home too, my love.”

𑁍 toge inumaki

✈︎ 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙𝙖 𝘼𝙞𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩

you admired the view below you as the private jet you arranged began to descend on the runway. your mission was supposed to end in eleven days but because of your boyfriend's nagging and sulky demand for you to be home for your 3rd anniversary, you entrusted the cleaning up and reports to kinji, who obliged.

after exiting the jet, you were engulfed in a large hug and tackled to the ground. you wrapped your arms around him in retaliation and sighed contentedly.

you both sat on the ground, hugging, for the next few minutes. you missed toge so much. his hugs, his warmth, his scent, his presence, and the entirety of him.

after pulling away, he pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips which sent jolts of electricity down your spine and caused you to shiver.

"tuna," he said and caressed your face gently.

"mhm, i'm here now love, not going anywhere"

you took the car keys from your caretaker and instructed him to move your bags and the souvenirs to the dorm.

"where are we off to? the whole day is ours, baby" you asked and started the engine. toge whipped out his phone and showed you an image.

"sega shinjuku? huh bringing me to an arcade the first thing. alright then" you replied and drove off to the said destination.

as to not distract you from driving, toge opted to talk to you in morse code, tapping on your arm as he urged you to tell all the details about your missions and shenanigans in europe. you see how his eyes light up as he listens which brought a smile to your face.

upon arriving at the destination, he handed you a hoodie which you unfolded. it took a few seconds before you started wheezing out in laughter.

it was a gray hoodie with the text "3 years with this goofy boy" and an arrow to the left in a comic font. you also took note of the snake and fangs seal embossed on the chest area of the hoodie.

"baby what is this? hahahahahaha! is this even a thing? don't tell me you expect me to wear this for today!" you exclaimed and folded the hoodie. you saw how his eyes drooped and a pout formed on his face.

you unfolded it just as quick and removed your coat to wear it over your top. he smiled at the gesture and wore his as well, letting out a laugh at how adorable you looked.

entering the arcade, you went straight to the cashier and asked how many games and machines the arcade has. after receiving an answer, you proceeded to purchase 1,500 tickets, leaving the cashier and toge in shock.

"takana...?" your boyfriend mumbled and tugged on your sleeve, making you let out a small smile as you kissed him on the cheek. "there's almost five hundred claw machines here, we should try everything three times" you responded and claimed 800 tickets from the cashier, deciding to claim the other 700 later for the second floor.

to your surprise, he got so much better at playing claw machines. before you left, he was already incredible and always managed to win repeatedly. but now, this was a whole new level of amazing! he could get the prizes in two to three tries.

you faked a huff of annoyance as you failed to get the minion plushie for the sixth time. you pouted and turned to him and he walked towards you, positioning himself behind. he placed his hands on yours and guided the claw machine to the biggest plushie. then, he took your left hand and pressed the button.

you got the plushie. well technically, he did. but it's still yours.

you jumped like a little kid in excitement and gave him a few kisses on the face, causing him to blush a bright red, raising his collar to hide how flushed he was.

what was supposed to be an anniversary date turned out to be a childish competition between the two of you to see who would win more from the claw games. at some point, you could tell that he was purposely losing for you but you didn't mention anything.

after two hours, you finished going through the first floor and loaded all the prizes you got into the car, filling the back seat immediately. afterward, you returned to the arcade and claimed the remaining tickets, ready to explore the second floor.

it took another two hours, countless impatient looks from mothers, and a whole heap of crying kids (because you both keep hogging all the prizes) for you to scour the entire second floor.

loading all the prizes in the car, you could’ve sworn you saw a few phones and tablets and limited edition figurines in there. the back seats and trunk were filled with prizes with no space in between, making you both laugh in happiness.

afterward, toge took you to a well-known tonkatsu restaurant for dinner. you really missed authentic japanese food, those recreations in europe couldn't compare.

you both talked about your own missions, though it was more of you recalling all of your thirteen months in europe. you then realized just how long you really were away and how you missed out, physically, on a large portion of your's and toge's relationship.

seeing your eyes water and lips tremble, toge scrambled to your side and held your hands. "takana?"

you hid your face in his neck and hugged him for a few seconds before shaking your head. "i'm sorry, for being away for so long. and for leaving you alone all those months" you replied. you only came home once in those months, during his birthday — only for four hours.

he shook his head and pulled you close again, tracing letters on your back.

“it's not your fault you're a special grade and your skills are meant for great things. if anything, i'm thankful because we found love in this dangerous line of work.”

the ride home was silent, but a comfortable one. toge's hand rested on yours as the music plays through the radio. he could tell you were still a bit down and unfocused, but he didn't dare address it now.

arriving at the dorms, you could hear the others from a distance, busy fighting over the souvenirs you brought home. you looked at the car-filled arcade prizes and chuckled.

before you got the chance to unload them, your lover pulled you to one side and kissed the side of your head. he gave you a small smile, and the light of the moon made him appear extra soft. he then proceeded to sign;

“it does not matter how long you were away or how busy we were. what matters is that i am your home and i am always here for you. and you will always come back to me whenever the world tires you out.”

𑁍 toge inumaki

✈︎ 𝙆𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙞 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝘼𝙞𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩

you were puzzled as your flight slowly began to descend in kansai international airport. after spending eight long months in australia to take care of missions and tasks, you were finally back home for your birthday. to celebrate, noritoshi informed you that he got tickets for the tokyo symphony orchestra and that it will be held in new national theatre.

logically speaking, haneda airport was nearer to the theatre rather than kix, but your boyfriend was adamant to make you land at this airport instead and you did not have the room to complain since he was the one who arranged everything.

after landing, his caretaker welcomed and greeted you and took your baggage. you made your way to the car where noritoshi was waiting in the driver's seat. after getting in, you gave him a quick kiss on his cheeks since you knew that he is not a fan of pda.

to your surprise, however, he pulled you back for a heated kiss that lasted sixteen seconds. his gaze to you was burning afterward but you took note of how red his ears and neck were, making you smile softly.

"how was your flight?" he put on your seatbelt and started the engine, beginning to drive towards your destination.

"you got me in first class, of course, it was great" you replied and noticed how the car was getting further from tokyo. you pointed it out to noritoshi, "hey, toshi. we're going further in osaka, the theatre's the other way."

"patience" is all he said and gave your thigh a firm squeeze. you shrugged and leaned back, thinking that he might have had a last-minute change of plans.

after forty minutes, you found yourself in the vip parking lot of maruzen intec arena and the clouds in your head started to dissipate. toshi opened the door for you and you jumped out as your eyes began to take in the buses parked around you.

"love, there's no way... you.. you took me to see the fivb world championship? nippon... i'll get to see them!" you said happily and tugged on his sleeve repeatedly. he only let out a sigh and opened the backseat and retrieved a small box.

it contained banners, posters, fans, bubble heads, a headband, and even a red jersey similar to the ryujin nippon's. with this, you jumped around as if you didn't go through an immense jet lag.

you changed into the jersey and put on the headband. you were a bit disappointed to see that toshi still sported a beige button-down shirt but shook the thought away when you see him patiently holding the mini box for you.

he let out a loud laugh when he sees you frozen as ice and red as a tomato when you see that your seats are right behind the team bench. he watched as you fiddled around and followed the movements of the roster as they entered the arena.

during the first few minutes of the game, you were too timid and shy to cheer loudly, mindful of the team sitting three meters away from you, but as the game became more aggressive and heated, you let go of your worries and cheered with all your lungs and power.

toshi was silent beside you, still holding the box with one hand and a banner in the other (per your instructions) as he studied your features. his heart warmed at the thought of how easy it was to make you joyful and how he'd give everything just to see such a pretty smile on your face every day.

during the second set, the camera panned to the two of you making the crowd erupt in laughter. you were holding a yuki banner and wore headbands which had ran's face on it as you cheered loudly for nippon. toshi, on the other hand, was holding an akihiro bubble head and looked borderline pissed at how unrestrained you were at cheering for the national team.

the team even took notice of both of you and chuckled. the rest of the game played out smooth and nice and you were busy either munching on snacks or cheering. your boyfriend was either staring intently at you while grimacing at how loud the arena is or stepping out for a bit for air.

after the team secured the victory, advancing to the finals, you howled with all you got that noritoshi had to calm you down. he wanted to grimace at how much attention you were both getting but with the gleeful expression on your face, he didn't have the heart to do so.

afterward, he took you to a cafe to calm your senses and get you down from your endorphin and adrenaline rush. you talked about your missions and tasks and journey in australia as he listened attentively and replied accordingly.

"you hate those atmospheres, noisy and jam-packed crowds. it doesn't suit your 'classy and elegant' style. i genuinely thought we were seeing the orchestra" you said and took a sip from your drink.

he hummed and put down his tea before reaching out a hand to take yours in his. "i do, i hate the noise and stench of sweat. but i did not want you to fall asleep on your first day back" he said and glanced at you.

"you know, i would typically be envious of how energetic you were when cheering for those men" he trailed off and traced circles on the back of your hand.

"but?" you urged him to continue and leaned forward to play with his cute pigtails.

he smiled at your gesture and planted a kiss on your knuckles. "there's a wide stretch between us. you look at them with admiration. but you look at me with adoration and love. they could never compete" he responded and gave you the softest and gentlest gaze ever. the ones that you've been missing for eight months.

under the dim lights of the cafe, the jazz music in the background, the scent of coffee beans, and the faint whiff of syrups, the moment between you and your toshi felt more intimate and romantic. and you felt glad to be home.

you made a mental note to tell utahime-san to not give you an overseas mission for the next year.

"yes, my darling. you're the only one for me, the one i'll always come home to. i'll choose you every day, no matter what, for as long as i live" you responded and pressed your forehead against his.

"yeah? gonna choose me over taishi onodera?" he joked and pinched your cheeks.

you gave him a half-hearted glare and shoved a piece of bread in his mouth. "know your limits."

additional a/n: the name of the game is, guess who’s the author’s favorite :> though i think it’s pretty obvious at this point. hope you guys liked this and have a great day!

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anxresi · 10 months

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Brace yourselves, folks… We’re about to enter the dark, dreary and sometimes disturbing world which is Thomas Astruc on Twitter. 😧

Those possessed of a weak disposition, prone to nausea or an complete intolerance to utter bullshit may want to turn back now. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. (but still leave me a ‘like’, if you’re feeling generous 🙏)

Anyway, what ‘delights’ has this stand-up guy, this pioneer of mediocre cartooning, this dude on the cusp of arguing with little kids on Twitter been sharing with us, the great unwashed, at this present time? Let’s run through a brief checklist of the ‘highlights’, shall we?

*Telling people the upcoming Miraculous movie is what the fans ‘want’ but the show is what we ‘need’ (whatever THAT means, typically modest reaction from the epitome of humbleness himself).

*Saying that anyone who DARES criticise the show should ‘keep it to themselves’ or they’ll be ‘blocked for spreading negativity about the artists’ (dude thinks he can police Twitter… good luck with that!)

*Informing fanfiction writers that their work is ‘pointless’ and the only people who know what they’re doing are him and his team (If you mean ‘How To Destroy A Franchise In Five Easy Seasons… I guess he’s right)

But his favorite topic (seriously, check out his replies… we’re talking more than 50% here) concerns a fictional teenage girl he constantly decries but can’t seem to get enough of moaning about. It is of course… oh let’s face it. You know the answer to that one already. ROLL THE TWEETS!!

Yep, you guessed it. Apart from the OP being uncommonly accurate in their opinion, now apparently ‘Chloe’ has become The Not-So-Great Bearded One’s new insult of choice for anyone who dislikes what’s been done to the show. Poor ‘Karen’ never stood a chance… 😢

What a mature, grown-up type chap he is! I have no idea why he’s no longer referred to as ‘Hawk Daddy’ in polite circles, and instead called ‘Man Baby’. Just look at him, REALLY giving it a bunch of teens on Twitter who DARE imply his show is nothing but da best! You go, Thomas! Go change your dirty diaper, that is. 🤢

So, abandoning all her subtleties and nuance , reducing her to a shrieking monster and choosing to actively give characters who have arguably done FAR WORSE throughout the series much better endings means they ‘wrote it well’? Gosh, maybe getting an F in English stands for ‘Fabulous’ after all!

Guess in Thomas’s somewhat warped worldview, everyone who doesn’t like 💯 of his show from top to bottom should be placed on a plane with their main abuser to be forcibly deported and probably tortured for the rest of their sorry lives. That’ll teach them!

And who cares about stupid stuff like ‘build-up’ or ‘character-development’ if they genuinely were preparing Chloe for… what was that thing he described it as again… a ‘damnation’ arc? Let’s just flip a switch at the end of S3 to turn her into a pathetic caricature of her worst excesses without explanation, then introduce a ‘perfect’ sister out of nowhere to throw all those undesirable traits into sharp relief! And that’s not even getting into that detestable retconning flashback episode… What an absolutely fantastic idea to make everyone hate her as much as Thomas does!

No-one will notice the sudden incongruity here… after all, the average age of their audience is 5-8 so if they just throw excrement like crazed baboons about Chloe at the young audience time and time again caveman-style CHLOE: BAD. EVERYONE ELSE: GOOD the kids will chow it up like cheap chocolate ice cream! The older ones that do kick up a fuss? Who gives a ****. They don’t buy the merchandise, and where would all those hard-working producers if it wasn’t for all that cheap plastic crap?

With considerably less cars, swimming pools and exotic holidays to hard-to-pronounce destinations, that’s where! Let’s keep that bandwagon of shit a-rollin’… 🤑

Ah, now I believe this is that classic tactic otherwise known as ‘gaslighting’. When you say something as a fact over and over again, when the opposite is clearly true. Those of lesser willpower may start to accept it as reality while others (mostly those with functioning eyes, ears and brains)… won’t.

You know who was also good at that gaslighting thing, don’t you? A few clues… A Former (thank God) President? Very orange? Initials DT? Yep, that guy.

…And coincidentally, someone Thomas has been known to compare Chloe (14 year old girl, let’s not forget) to regularly. I mean, with THAT kind of accolade hanging over her head from the guy who created her, how could she ever fail?

See? What a great influence he is on the young too! Now he’s got his own handpicked gang of sycophants out of the street labelling anyone with the slightest complaint from a)pointing out the animation was slightly better last season or b)saying they miss the old transformation sequences as a ‘Chloe’. I think we’ve found his new favorite insult, and it’s the worst word he can possibly think of. Figures.

I bet he’s putting together a petition as we speak, for an official entry into the dictionary. Fortunately, there’s already one for ‘Thomas’, as in ‘Doubting Thomas’… someone who talks so much nonsense you should disbelieve anything they say. Or Thomas The Tank Engine, because whenever you mention a certain Blonde’s name in his presence, he tends to blow steam, look very heated and… you get the picture. 😆

On top of everything else, now he’s issuing threats. I have to hand it to him though… that’s a pretty good one. NO PLEASE TAKE MY MONEY MY LIFE I’LL EVEN GIVE YOU A FOOT RUB A BACK RUB AND LEARN TO LOVE ZOE ANYTHING BUT THAT NNNNNNOOOOOO….

Seriously guys, we need an immediate intervention. THIS CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO HAPPEN. I’m about to book an emergency flight to France, to barricade him in his office until he promises to never again even entertain the notion of… this. Who’s with me?

(And incidentally while I’m there, does anyone want me to pick them a souvenir? A beret? Frog legs soup? One of those miniature replicas of the Eiffel Tower? Let me know by tomorrow at the latest, and I’ll see what I can do) 😊🇫🇷

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ladybug #chloe bourgeois #ml salt #disney #ml #zag #ml leaks #thomas astruc #aah that felt good

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Rotate || C. San

❥ Pairing: Choi San x Reader

❥ Word Count: 9.4k

❥ Rating: M

❥ Genre: strangers to lovers au, smut, non-idol au, fluff, humor

❥ Warnings: lots of smut, explicit language, unprotected sex, teasing, dirty talk, praise kink, San's mouth is filthy, jealous San, creampie, intercourse

❥ Summary: During a late-night ice cream run to the supermarket, you bump into a handsome guy with a green streak in his hair that claims to have met you at the club the weekend before. When you confess to not remembering him, he becomes determined to make sure you never forget him again.

❥ Moodboard: Edit 1

❥ Song Inspiration: Rotate (Clockwise) by Rak-Su

❥ A/N: This is my first ever ATEEZ fanfic, so much longer than originally planned. I recently joined the fandom 2-3 weeks ago, and I'm so excited to start writing. As you can tell, San is my bias, and this man makes me WEAK in the knees. I have so many fics planned, so please support me! I hope you guys like this one! Can't wait to make new ATINY friends <3

Hmm, should you try one of the new flavors? Usually, you stick to buying the mango-flavored mochi ice cream, but today there was a new arrangement of flavors on display. Green Tea, Red Bean, Strawberry, Vanilla, and Mint Chocolate Chip.

“I recommend the mint chocolate chip. It’s one of my favorites.” A soft voice interrupts your thought process, causing you to turn around only to see an incredibly attractive guy standing behind you.

You couldn’t help but feel a little awkward, not used to handsome guys just walking up and talking to you. If anything, they didn’t really look your way, and if they did, they never approached you.

“Oh well, thank you for the suggestion,” you shyly smile, giving a slight head nod before turning around. Your fingers trail over the mint chocolate chip package, seriously considering it. Mint chocolate chip wasn’t exactly your favorite, but you weren’t against it.

“Don’t you remember me?”

The question catches you off guard as you stare at him, trying to organize your thoughts. You were certain you would remember this man from just the bright green streak in his hair, but you couldn’t place him.

The more you gaze at his face, the more his features remind you of a fox. His face shape is very defined, and his jawline is so intense. God certainly took his time with this creation. For some reason, you couldn’t move away from his eyes and how they remained fixed on your own.

“I’m sorry, I don’t. Should I?”

You honestly wanted to curse yourself at this moment as his eyes flitted over your frame. The thought of dressing up as you did a quick run to the supermarket didn’t cross your mind. It was late at night, and you just wanted something cool to help with the boiling summer heat. That meant running out of the house in a slightly cropped white t-shirt and short black biker shorts.

This night would always be stuck in the back of your head forever. The words your father always told you about looking presentable in public suddenly entered your mind, and of course, you should’ve listened to his advice.

“I’m San. We danced together in the club last weekend,” he says, as the tip of his tongue does a quick swipe across his pink lips.

That simple motion was enough to make your knees buckle, but you must keep it together. Thinking back to that night, your close friend Jackson had you taking long shots straight from a Hennessey bottle. The only reason you couldn't remember him is probably cause you were drunk off your ass.

He doesn’t need to know that.

Truth is, San caused something to stir in your stomach. It had been such a long time since a guy actually gave you attention like this, and he was breathtakingly beautiful. He was far from the guys you typically went after, and maybe that’s a good thing.

The last thing you want is to seem desperate, though the only way to avoid that is to seem uninterested. Or at least seem hard to get.

“I’m sorry, your name doesn’t ring a bell. I danced with many people that night,” you explain, sounding calm and confident. The original reason you entered the supermarket returns to your mind, and you focus on the shelves again, your body turning away from him.

From the corner of your eye, San straightens his posture, not expecting that answer from you at all. He knew you wouldn’t have been alone at the club. Of course, you would have caught the eyes of many guys, but he was certain you would’ve remembered him at least.

“I guess you weren’t that memorable,” you finish, settling on the mint chocolate chip mochi box.

As you turn around, ready to leave, your breath hitches at San’s tall frame looming over you. His eyes are different from before. Instead of the bright wide doe-eyed guy from earlier, his eyes are darker, more intense, and slightly narrowed. You hadn’t realized how tall he was before, but here you were, craning your neck to look up at him.

His plush lips part when suddenly a familiar voice breaks the heated staredown.

“Woah, Y/N! I see you’ve met San!”

An energetic Wooyoung makes his way to San, followed by Hongjoong, hands full of different chips and snacks. San’s eyes flicker between you and the guys when suddenly something registers in his mind. Wooyoung drapes an arm over San’s shoulder, pulling him close and creating some distance between the two of you.

“You guys know each other?” San beats you to ask the question. It certainly was a small world, after all.

Wooyoung laughs while patting San on the chest before looking at you, “This is our childhood best friend we kept telling you about. He just moved to the city.”

What were the chances you would run into the guy you had heard countless stories about almost every day?

“So this is the best friend you guys talk about every time we hang out?” You do a quick once over of him, matching his image to the third friend in the stories you always wondered about.

“Well, it looks like I am memorable after all,” San slightly smirks as his eyes focus on yours, widening, and cheeks lightly flushing.

“Are we missing something?” Hongjoong asks as he stands next to you, him and Wooyoung exchanging glances.

“It’s nothing important,” you quickly reply, earning a slight scoff from San as he runs his fingers through his black hair, muscles flexing from the motion.

Hongjoong organizes the snacks in his hands as he turns to look at you.

“Are you busy tonight? You should come out with us.”

Wooyoung’s loud laughter causes a couple a few feet away to pause and stare before returning to their shopping.

“Y/N busy? Do you see what she’s wearing? You’re having one of your depressing movie nights, aren’t you?”

Wooyoung motions to the box of ice cream in your hand before shaking his head in laughter. Of course, you were so predictable. He and Hongjoong knew you like the back of their hands. Your routine on Saturday nights was usually the same if you weren’t with them or other friends.

“They aren’t depressing! You just don’t have taste,” you exclaim, crossing your arms and glaring at him, a small pout appearing on your face.

“No, I have to agree. Watching The Notebook and Dear John on a Saturday night is depressing,” Hongjoong agrees while squishing you against his side in a comforting hug.

San stands there watching the little conversation between the three of you in silence. He could see why Hongjoong and Wooyoung would be close friends with you. In a way, you reminded him of himself.

Back home, he would usually stay in on the weekends and hang out in front of the TV, preferring to be alone. Since moving to the new city, though, he wanted to break those old habits, so he agreed to go out with the guys tonight.

“Fine, I’ll go out with you guys tonight, but on one condition,” you say, breaking San away from his thoughts as he glances down at your small self.

“What is it?” Hongjoong asks, his eyes lighting up at the thought of you finally going to the club with them.

“Wooyoung’s buying my ice cream,” you say, tossing the box into his hand with a grin before walking ahead of them, a small giggle leaving your lips.

“Ya! I’m always buying your ice cream, I swear!” Wooyoung shouts jokingly as he follows behind you, happy you agreed to their plans.

Hongjoong catches up to them, San trailing behind as he watches how your hips sway with each step. A smile breaks across his lips as he thinks of you, realizing that he enjoys your feistiness more than he expected.

“Wooyoung, I don’t know how I feel about this dress,” you nervously express while pivoting back and forth in front of the mirror.

It was far from anything you had ever worn out to the club. The dress was bought sometime last summer while on a trip with a few close friends of yours. They had convinced you to buy it, exclaiming that it was about time you stepped out of your comfort zone.

The last thing you expected was for Wooyoung to pull it out from the depths of your closet and toss it on the bed, a pair of matching sparkly black heels beside it. You tend to stray away from sparkly short dresses, but this one caught your attention because of the beautiful strappy back.

The self-conscious feeling begins to rise at the idea of forgoing a bra. You always wore bras in every dress you bought, but the intricate back of this one made it impossible.

“Oh, come on! I’ve never seen you in something like this! You look banging too!” He shouts while motioning to your figure as if presenting you to an audience.

Well… maybe you could wear it out. The dress was bound to come out of the closet at some point, and Wooyoung was the only one who could convince you to wear it. You had let your hair down in loose curls and decided to keep your makeup simple. You did your regular face routine with the addition of some eyelashes, winged eyeliner, and of course, a bold red lip.

While you were busy studying yourself in the mirror, you hadn’t noticed that Wooyoung had left the room, heading out to call for a ride to the club.

Instead, standing in his place against your bedroom door stood San, his brown eyes scanning over your body multiple times before settling on your face. He was certain you were trying to put him into a trance. He couldn’t figure out where to look, completely captivated by you.

“Wooyoung, I’m not sure about this. I’ve never worn anything like this. Some guys can get touchy in the club, and I don’t want to start any problems,” you huff out a little disappointed before turning around.

You almost stumble a little, completely unaware of the moment San entered your room. He was leaning against the door, arms crossed and noticeable beneath the fitted black dress shirt he wore, the first two buttons opened and exposing his chest. The black skinny jeans he wore pressed against his legs a little too perfect as he straightened himself.

“You look stunning in that,” he says, his voice suddenly sounding deeper than before.

It’s hard to swallow as you look at him, trying to avoid eye contact but hopelessly failing. He has siren eyes; you're sure of it. The man might even be a siren himself or some damn mythical creature. That might not even be the right word to describe him, but all you know is that it becomes hard to breathe every time he’s near.

“T-thank you,” you manage to stutter out, nerves on complete display for him. His light chuckle warms your heart as he steps towards you, eyes locked on your own.

Your fingers fumble with the short fabric at the end of your dress, lightly biting down on your bottom lip before releasing it.

“I'm not sure. I know how guys are at the club. I don’t want to get into any problems,” you nervously explain to San, his head tilting to hear your concern.

His brows furrow in confusion, and you’re sure he hadn’t thought about that. Maybe he would agree that you should change out of the short dress and put on something else.

“That’s not an issue. Wear the dress. I can fight,” he softly breathes, the look on his face absolutely serious and firm. This was when you were sure your knees would buckle from that sentence and look alone.

Luckily before you can reply, Hoongjoong enters the room, announcing that the ride is 5 minutes away. You stumble back a little, caught off guard by Hongjoong and aware of the proximity between you and San.

Before you can fall back, San’s strong hand wraps around your wrist, tugging you forth and right into his chest. A soft floral and sweet scent enters your senses, and all you want to do is bury yourself there.

“Ya! Y/N, you’re so clumsy. Let’s go,” Wooyoung shouts, dragging you away from San before looking back and shooting his friend a wink.

San stands there in shock, not expecting Wooyoung to pick up on his interest in you. He thought he was doing well keeping it a secret, but clearly not well enough if Wooyoung noticed.

I just wanna see you rotate, both ways

I just wanna see you rotate, slowly

The music booms loudly in your ears as the bass thunders in your chest, and your favorite song begins. The club was becoming more and more crowded as the minutes went by. The four of you had been here about a little over an hour, and the vibes were only getting better.

“This is my song! Let me show you!”

Your voice is barely heard over the sound of the music as you shout to Hongjoong, your hands in the air and hips swaying to the rhythm. Wooyoung had disappeared some time ago, most likely looking for some girl to take home.

The last time you saw San, he was sitting at the bar, a few girls immediately flocking towards him. Of course, it made you feel some type of way, the way he smiled at them, but the two of you aren’t together.

He’s single.

And so are you.

“Oooo, wait, take this shot first and let me see!” Hongjoong yells as he pushes what’s probably your fifth tequila shot of the night into your hands, quickly downing his own. Taking a deep breath, your head tilts as the cool liquid slides down your throat, the burn immediately settling in your stomach as a new wave of confidence takes over.

Your hands glide up and down your arms as the rhythm and lyrics take over your body. The flashing blue and green laser lights of the nightclub gave you an adrenaline rush, your skin heating up from the shot and other bodies brushing up against you.

Hongjoong disappears from your sight for a few seconds before he reappears, tugging your wrist towards the bar.

Mingi, the tall and buff bartender you became quick acquaintances with due to your many appearances at his club, sent a wink your way before he tapped the counter twice. Confusion settles onto your face as your head tilts to the side, Hongjoong pulling you next to him.

“Only for you! Just this once!”

Mingi shouts before his hands rest on your waist, and you’re hoisted up until your heels touch the flat surface of the counter. Your heart stammers at the realization that they want you to dance on the bar. Cheers and shouts erupt around you as people start to notice.

One time, let me put it 'pon ya

Two times, let me put it 'pon ya

The nerves slowly vanish as you feel the music, your hips ticking side to side as more people corner around the bar. The attention you’re feeling only empowers you even more as you lean forward, arching your back and moving your waist in a slow wine.

Three times I try, you caught my eye

You know what's on my mind

You glance around at the crowd, drowning in the attention and feeling of so many eyes amazed by you. When you make contact with those familiar, dark, and slightly narrowed eyes, your breath falters a little. San sits at the end of the bar, body leaning back against the chair as he tracks your every turn, dip, and bend.

“Wooo, you look hot, Y/N,” Wooyoung shouts as he appears behind San, hand resting on his shoulder. Wooyoung raises his shot in the air to you before sending it back down his awaiting mouth.

Why you acting so shy?

Come and take the spotlight

Gracefully and in time with the beat, you dance towards the end of the bar, very aware of the girls sitting on each side of San, watching you with bitter stares. Just as your favorite part of the song plays, you drop low in front of him, aware of how high your dress rises, barely covering your ass.

Baby, make your body go clockwise, anti-clockwise

The alcohol floods your veins as Hongjoong, Wooyoung, Mingi, and the screams of other people sound in your ear. Your fingers fasten in the top of your hair as your hips twist in circles, fingers moving to caress down your arms, putting on a sexy show for one man in particular.

San licks his lips, one eyebrow lifting as his eyes take in every inch of your body, your ass on display for him, and god was he blessed. Never had he ever received a dance from a girl in all of his years of dancing, and from the way, you were gazing at him, he knew this was his first.

As the song comes to a slow finish and the next one starts, Mingi helps you down the bar, and you make your way towards the three guys you entered the club with.

Wooyoung and Hongjoong pull you in between them, squishing you against their warm bodies as they hug you close.

“I have never seen you dance like that,” Hongjoong shouts as he looks at you in complete awe.

“Wow, I’m surprised you’re not a dancer with smooth movements like those,” San says before taking a sip from the glass in his hand.

“See, that’s a huge compliment coming from a dancer like San!”

Hongjoong smiles as he looks between the two of you. You knew from the countless stories Wooyoung told that he was a pretty well-known backup dancer, but you hadn’t realized he was that good, and your cheeks began to heat up.

“This was all my doing,” Wooyoung says as he looks at you, “I knew the dress would bring out a different side of you that you’ve been hiding!”

A soft smile settles across your face as you realize he’s right. There’s no way you would’ve been bold enough to dance like that on the bar in a different dress. With all their eyes on you and no idea what to say, you thought of the one thing that would make you feel more relaxed.

“How about another round of shots?!” You begin to walk away and head towards Mingi on the other side of the bar without waiting for a reply when Hongjoong’s hands suddenly shoot onto your shoulders.

“Woah, we just had a shot less than 10 minutes ago.”

Hongjoong was right about that, but taking a shot might ease your nerves around San. He wouldn’t stop looking at you with that intense stare as he sips his drink. You had no idea what he was drinking, but if you had to guess, maybe it was vodka.

“Yea, wait here. I’m gonna get you water instead,” Wooyoung shouts over the loud music before ruffling your hair a little and heading towards the busy bartender.

“Water? Are you guys serious? I’m not even drunk,” You pout, looking at Hongjoong with wide eyes while wrapping your arms around his neck.

He tries so hard to hold his laugh in but fails and just shakes his head at you. His soft hands reach up to unclasp yours from his neck, looking over at San as he speaks.

“Please watch her. She’s had her fun for the night. I’m gonna call for a ride to take her home,” Hongjoong explains.

San sends a smile his way, assuring him not to worry about you. Now that Hongjoong leaves, reality sinks in. You’re stuck here with San watching you. All you want to do is disappear into the crowd of people, and that’s exactly what the voice in your head tells you to do.

Just as you get about five feet away and into the crowd, a really tight grip encircles your hips, pulling your hips flush against a firm body. The hardness against your back is the first thing you notice, and you’re in shock.

Before you even turn around, the presence behind you fades as if it was in your imagination. The hardness was there one second and gone within half a second.

“Touch her again, and I’ll break your fucking hands.”

The low and threatening voice is the first thing you notice as your eyes land on a fuming San. His jaw clenches as he fists the shirt of some guy clearly drunk off his ass, now looking like a deer in headlights. The guy raises both hands in surrender as he mumbles out a jumble of words before San lets him go, and he takes off.

Standing there, you’re unsure what to do. Maybe you should thank him, but you didn’t ask him to do that. You didn’t need him to protect you, but he still did it. He’s still pissed. You can tell from the way he stands there, still looking in the direction of the guy, shoulders tense and jaw clenched.

A deep breath exits his mouth as he turns around to look at you, his face immediately relaxing as his brown eyes meet yours. You swallow, mouth feeling dry as he slowly walks over to you, head tilting as he studies your face. One of his ring-clad fingers ghosts over your cheek before tucking a stray curl behind your ear.

“Are you okay?” San asks as his eyes soften.

Out of all the expressions you had seen from him, this was a first. You didn’t think it was possible for him to show concern since he was always looking at you with those narrowed eyes. All you can do is nod, not able to trust your voice because of the way he’s looking at you.

“It’s because of this dress. Some bastards can’t keep their hands to themselves,” he says while glancing around you before pulling you closer. His hand was comfortably resting on your lower back, the heat from his palm warming up your skin and making it hard to breathe.

“What? You told me to wear the dress in the first place,” you complain, suddenly feeling disappointment fill your head at the thought of him not liking the dress.

As if reading your thoughts, he pushes his tongue into his cheek before sucking his teeth. He noticed how quickly your face had fallen and couldn’t stand seeing you like that.

“I did tell you to wear it. I love the way you look too,” he says, voice more serious as he glances down at you.

“I just don’t like anyone else enjoying the same view as me,” he whispers, tongue wetting his lips as he sucks it into his mouth.

The change in your breathing doesn’t go unnoticed by him as he slowly leans in closer, your senses overtaken by that same soft floral, sweet scent you associated him with. San’s grip on your waist tightens, and you can feel his minty breath wash over your face as he gets closer.

“There you two are!” Wooyoung’s shout makes the two of you jump apart quickly, your friend grinning like a Chesire cat because of the position he had caught you two in.

“Here’s your water, Y/N. Hongjoong was looking for you guys. The ride is gonna be here soon,” he explains as you down the water, the ice coldness soothing your throat and taking away some of the heat you had been feeling.

Wooyoung stands there, eyes flickering between you and San as he shakes his head and slaps him on the back, a chuckle leaving his throat.

“We should go meet Hongjoong,” San shouts over the loud music, unsure how to make things less awkward for you now that Wooyoung had almost seen the two of you kiss.

You nod in agreement, still chugging the water down as the two of them follow closely behind you. Little did you know that the two of them were playfully pushing each other around, Wooyoung excited about the thought of you and San together.

“Damn, where the hell did Wooyoung go?” Hongjoong groans as he looks around the front of the building used to this happening. He was always taking on the parent role in the group even if he didn’t want to.

“I thought you saw him sneak back into the club with that blonde girl,” San comments while shrugging his shoulders, clearly not concerned with his friend’s whereabouts.

You stifle a laugh as Hongjoong throws his head back, sweat trickling down the side of his forehead from his constant running around before he once again enters the nightclub.

“Wait here for the ride,” he orders, giving you both one last look before entering the swarm of bodies.

Right as he enters the building, two girls walk out, giggles erupting from their lips but suddenly becoming serious as they traipse over to San leaning against the brick exterior. You recognize them as the two girls that were sitting around him earlier in the club.

“What are you waiting here for? You can come home with us,” One of the girls giggles while trailing the tips of her fingers across the top of his exposed chest. The way she looked up at him with giant doll eyes made you want to throw up all the shots you had downed.

“Yea, we can show you a very good time,” the slightly shorter friend smiles as she squeezes his bicep and earns a soft chuckle from him.

You were pissed at Wooyoung and Hongjoong for leaving you with him. The last thing you wanted was to watch these two girls drool all over him. The worst part about it is that he was actually entertaining them, chuckling and tilting his lips as his eyes flicker back and forth between the two.

“Fuck this,” you mutter to yourself, head fuming at what you were witnessing.

It’s been almost 10 minutes since you’ve been waiting for the damn ride and you were done waiting. The cool breeze helps calm your emotions as you begin the walk back to your apartment. This area's streets are pretty noisy, with other people entering and leaving the different strings of clubs up and down the block.

You don’t even glance back to see if San notices you walking away. Truthfully, you didn’t think he would care, and why would he? He was occupied with not one but two girls! Pain shoots through your feet as the aftermath of wearing heels for so long finally begins to settle. Your apartment is only a 10-minute walk away; if you power through the pain, you can make it.

“Y/N, is that you?” The voice causes you to halt in your tracks, turning to notice a very happy and smiling Seonghwa entering your line of sight.

“Oh my gosh, Hwa! It’s so nice to see you!” Excitement runs through your veins, replacing the bitter emotions from before. It was nice to see a familiar face and one that was like family at that.

“Damn, you went to the club like that? Let me see you do a spin,” he grins, holding out his hand for you to grab onto.

Giggles erupt from your lips as you twirl for him, the club's neon blue and green lights swirling in your vision. He lets out a low whistle that has your mood soaring through the roof and a wide smile spreading across your face.

“Were you at the club with your friends?” You ask him as he stops spinning you, his hands resting on your hips.

He looks back towards the entryway of the other club, replying, “Yea, I was out with Yeosang, Yunho, and Jongho. I’m leaving now, though. I’ve had my fun. Do you need a ride home?”

Someone must have been watching over you because you swear Seonghwa was an angel sent in a time of need when you needed help the most. He grins widely, noting the relief that washes over your face from his offer.

“Yes, please! My feet are killing me, Hongjoong is still looking for Wooyoung in the club, and San is busy with some girls,” you ramble on, voice coming out slower and softer towards the end.

“San,” Seonghwa states instead of questioning, and you’re confused for a second until you feel a firm pressure on your hips, Seonghwa’s hands falling and being replaced with tighter ones.

“Yes, that’s my name.” A shiver runs down your spine as his cool breath hits your neck, your body tensing from his closeness.

Turning around in his arms and away from his body, his warmth immediately leaves you. A frown fixes on his lips from your reaction, but it passes as he looks at Seonghwa, eyes narrowing.

“What are you doing here?” You ask him, feeling irritated with the way he glares at Seonghwa. His brown eyes shift to your face, brows pulling together as he speaks.

“I was in the middle of a conversation, and when I looked up, you were gone. I saw you turn the corner and followed you. I was worried,” he explains, voice low as he runs through everything in his mind.

The concern in his voice has you softening for a minute, and warmth fills your heart as you realize he came looking for you. Then within a second, it disappears again as he looks at Hwa with that same glare as before.

“We should get going. Our ride is waiting,” he says, dark eyes unwavering from Hwa.

“I’m good. You can go ahead. Seonghwa is going to take me home,” you state. You don’t back down even when San’s dark eyes stare into your soul. Anyone walking by could easily tell he was pissed off from the look on his face alone.

“You’re leaving with me,” he says even more firmly than before. His body inching forward to grab you when suddenly Hwa steps in front of you, clearly finding amusement in San’s reactions.

“She doesn’t want to leave with you. I’ll take her home.”

The last thing you wanted was to see the two of them having a damn dominance contest. You didn’t come to the club to deal with this. It was supposed to be a night of just fun with friends, and now these two were having a pissing contest.

“She came with me. She’s leaving with me,” San grits out, jaw clenching and face getting closer to Seonghwa with each word.

“Listen,” you shout, stepping in front of Seonghwa and placing your hands on San’s chest to push him back a little.

“I’m leaving with Seonghwa. You were so busy earlier that you didn’t even notice me leaving. You can go have fun with your girls. No need for you to take me home.”

You turn away from him, grabbing onto Seonghwa’s wrist as you lead him to the parking lot. Sure, you felt a little bad, but you didn’t like how he wanted your attention one minute and then was busy with another girl elsewhere the next. You have every right to make your own choices, it wasn’t like the two of you were together.

San’s eyes widen in shock as he processes the words that leave your mouth. He didn’t think you would fight him on this. In fact, he thought you would just give in to avoid any more conflict. He feels like shit as he watches you walk away with Seonghwa.

It was true that he was busy talking to those girls, but they wouldn’t leave him alone. He didn’t want to be rude and tell them to stop talking or just walk away from them. He let them continue their words, letting out some awkward chuckles here and there, but the truth is he didn’t even pay attention to the conversation.

He thought you would turn back, return to him and wait for the ride. It wasn’t until you turned the corner that he realized he fucked up. He sprinted from those girls, not caring to apologize or explain as he ran in search of you.

He thought going after you would make things better, but it just seemed to make things worse, and watching you leave with another guy made him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Jealous.

It’s about midnight when you finally slump against the couch after saying bye to Seonghwa. Once you reached home, the dress was immediately off your body and replaced with a soft silk black robe.

The heels are neatly placed in your closet, and the only thing remaining is your makeup. The major downside of going out so late at night is removing all of your makeup, especially the eyelashes.

Scrolling through your phone, you send a quick text to Hongjoong and Wooyoung, letting both of them know you got home safely and that Seonghwa gave you a ride. You don’t expect a text from them, certain they’re still at the club or just leaving.

As you look out the window, you’re happy you left the club when you did. It started drizzling when Seonghwa dropped you off, and now it was pouring. Throwing your phone onto the couch, you decide to go take off your makeup when a knock on your door halts your steps.

Glancing at the clock, you wonder who could be knocking at your door at this hour. Assuming it’s most likely Wooyoung or Hongjoon deciding to crash at your place, you swing the door open without a second thought.

The last thing you expect to find is San soaking wet from the rain, clothes dripping wet, hair stuck to his face, and breathing heavily.

He glances at you, noticing the black robe wrapped tightly around your frame, before pushing himself into your apartment. You shut the door, eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

“Where is he?” His chest is moving up and down at a fast and steady pace as he tries to walk by you, his eyes franticly searching all around your apartment.

“Woah, did you run here, San?” You ask, blocking his path as you tug on the side of his black shirt. It was the only thought that came to mind when you noticed how out of breath he was. It had only just started pouring a few minutes ago too.

“Where the hell is he, Y/N? Is he in your room?”

San asks as he begins walking towards your bedroom, a water trail following him. Your hands push against his chest, stopping him before he can even enter the hallway, keeping him in the kitchen and living room area.

“Stop it! You’re dripping water everywhere, San!”

You shout, becoming upset with the mess that he’s creating in your apartment. Cleanliness is one of the most important things you value. Having things in order is always important to you, and with the mess San is causing on all of your floors, you’re about to pull out his and your hair.

San looks down at your hands pressing flat against his chest, his own cold hands wrapping around both of your wrists as he looks you straight in the eyes.

“Answer my damn question, Y/N! Is he here? Was he her-” His eyes are completely dark and fuming as he stares at you, trying to stop himself from imagining you and that punk together.

“Why the hell does it matter?”

You yell, cutting him off and preventing him from finishing his sentence because his actions are so uncalled for.

It was none of his business if Seonghwa was at your place. Taking a step back, you try to tug your wrists from his grasp, only for him to pull you closer, your chin now touching his chest.

“If you interrupt me one more time, Y/N– so help me, god.”

“As if I’m gonna listen to you. Please, what are you gonn- ”

Before you can even finish the sentence, your back is against the front door, San’s drenched body pushing against yours and wetting your robe.

“I’ll show you what I can do about it, but first,” he pauses, his forehead against yours, eyes closed as he takes a deep breath before opening them again and focusing on your eyes.

“I need to know. Were you with him?” The way San asks the question makes your frustration fade away. His voice is soft and almost shaky, as if he’s afraid to hear the answer, but he needs to know.

“I wasn’t with him. Nothing has ever happened between us, and it never will. I don’t think his boyfriend would be too happy, honestly,” you carefully explain and watch as San’s eyes widen in realization. You can visibly see his shoulders relax as he lets out a breath he had been holding.

“But why were you bothered by him so much?”

The question tumbles out of your mouth so quickly before you can even process it. It had been on your mind the entire ride back home with Seonghwa, but you weren’t planning to bring it up at all.

It was hard to read San. At first, you thought he might actually be interested in you, but then the next minute, when other girls were around, it was as if you didn’t exist.

“Because you were with him and not me.”

He leans back a little, his arms by the side of your face still trapping you between his body, but now you could see him entirely. A fake chuckle is all you can do to express how you feel, and from the look of surprise on his face, he wasn’t expecting that.

“It didn’t seem like you needed me. You had enough girls to occupy you,” you mockingly reply, catching him slightly flinch from your harsh but true words.

A loud sigh passes through his pink lips as he fists a hand through his wet hair, tugging at the strands in frustration.

“Fuck… I was trying to stay away from you because you’re friends with Wooyoung and Hongjoong. I was trying to distract myself because I don’t want to fuck things up,” he explains slowly, thinking about his words carefully.

His eyes remain on yours the entire time he speaks, and you know it’s the truth as you get lost in his dark eyes and his soft, honey voice.

“Then why did you come here?” The question comes out barely above a whisper, almost unheard because of the pouring rain.

“Because I can’t stop thinking about you since the first night we met. I know you don’t remember, but I do, and I keep remembering it. I’ve been thinking about you all day, and then I ran into you at the store,” San says as he reaches up to gently caress your cheek with his thumb, not imagining that this moment was actually happening.

A small smile touches his lips as he notices how your eyes close and you lean into him.

“I thought it was just a coincidence at first. I’m not someone who believes in fate, but everything changed for me when I found out Wooyoung and Hongjoong knew you too. No one has ever affected me this much. I just can’t get enough of you,” San breathes out his confession, relieved that it’s all out there but unsure of what happens now.

You’re unsure about your feelings for him as you stare at him. You know you have some, but he’s right. Both of you are friends with Wooyoung and Hongjoong, and there’s a risk to the friendship there. If things end badly between you, that could damage many friendships and complicate things.

San starts to feel a little uneasy at your silence. He didn’t expect you to accept his feelings and say you love him, but he expected you to say something at least, even if you rejected him.

Regarding relationships, you were never one to jump into things. You never did one-night stands and considered yourself as someone who prefers long-term relationships.

But as you look at San standing before you and confessing that he hasn’t stopped thinking about you for a second, all of that logic goes out the window and into the storm. You were always thinking with your head; for once, you wanted to let your heart win.

“How badly do you want me?” You quietly ask, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

A groan escapes San’s lips as his tongue wets the surface, “So fucking bad. If it meant giving up dancing to be with you, I’d do it in a heartbeat. Without any regrets.”

You stare up at the man before you, his hand reaching up, gripping your jaw tightly, his silver rings feeling cold against the warm skin of your cheek. His thumb slowly brushes over your bottom lip, admiring the lust swimming in your eyes and the red flush settling onto your cheeks.

Without thinking, you part your lips and slowly wrap them around his thumb, feeling satisfied as the digit starts to sink further into your mouth.

“Fuck, Y/N,” San groans, his eyes hooded in desire, as he pulls his thumb from your mouth, biting his lips as he notices the clear trail of saliva connected to it.

“Kiss me, San.”

That’s all it takes for San to let go and smash his lips onto yours. He kisses softly yet passionately as if he’s trying to get lost in you. He wants to memorize every single curve of your lips and each inch of your mouth as his fingers grip your hips tightly.

It feels as if every inch of your body is on fire, your hands gripping his shirt as you pull him tightly against you. You want more of him. It feels like you’re drowning in his smell, touch, and taste. His fingers draw small circles against your hips over your robe, and the realization of how little clothing you have on hits you.

San lightly teases his tongue against your lips, a smile splitting onto his face as you easily grant him access. His tongue explores your mouth, lightly flicking against your own tongue a few times, giving him complete control.

“Fuck. This is a one-time thing, right?” You manage to say against his lips feeling breathless.

It’s supposed to be a firm statement, but it comes out more like a question. San makes it incredibly hard to think straight when his lips are pressing against yours so rough and hungry. He breaks away from the kiss to talk for a second before continuing his actions.

“You know that’s a lie,” he murmurs while peppering kisses along your jawline and down to your neck, teeth biting the skin there but not deep enough to break this skin.

“This might be the first time, but it definitely won’t be the last,” he says against your neck, leaving small hickeys as he continues down to the top of your robe. His flick up to yours, heat swirling in them, gaze darkening and eyes hooded.

“Don’t give me that look,” you whine out, aware of the wetness gathering between your thighs from just his stare alone.

San chuckles against your chest, his warm breath hitting the slightly exposed skin there.

“What’s the matter, Y/N? Do you get nervous when I look at you like this?” The smirk on his face is disgustingly sexy, and you can’t argue with him. He knows exactly how to use his expressions to his advantage, leaving you in a mess before him.

With a soft thud, your head leans against the wall as you avoid eye contact with him. His stare wasn’t equivalent to a siren. You were wrong to think that before. He had the eyes of a demon, dark and waiting to devour you.

“Don’t be shy now. Where’s the feisty girl from earlier?”

He mumbles against your chest, purposely avoiding the deep neckline of your robe that reveals some cleavage. His lips leave delicate kisses across your chest, his hands wrapping around your thighs and hosting you up against him.

Pride fills him as you let out a loud and needy whine, pulling his head tightly against your chest as he swiftly kicks his shoes off before entering your bedroom.

San tosses you onto the bed, mesmerized by the way your hair spread out around you in a perfect halo, as the robe comes undone, both sides falling open and exposing your smooth skin.

His teeth immediately sinks into his bottom lip, trying to digest that this was happening. You were here, spread out and so needy for him. Willing to let him touch you in ways you could only dream about.

“Please touch me, San,” you beg, moving to sit up only to halt your actions, San shaking his head and telling you not to move.

“God, I love when you say my name,” he groans, fingers making quick work of his black buttoned-down shirt and jeans, the clothing left in a pile at the front of your door.

He can’t keep calm as he takes in every uncovered inch of your skin, from the perfect curve of your breasts and hardened nipples to the red panties he had been picturing all night.

The image was stuck in his head from the moment you flashed him in the club during your dance. He didn’t know if it was intentional or not as you dropped in front of him, legs spread at an angle so only he could see between, but thank god you did.

He carefully drops onto his knees, head dipping low as he presses gentle kisses up your feet, ankles, legs, and thighs until he reaches your center.

“San, please just fuck me. I can’t wait any longer,” you moan, fingers weaving into his hair as you pull him up, his eyes rolling back from your neediness.

“Guess I’ll have to wait until next time to taste you,” he chuckles against your lips, the comment a small reminder that this wouldn’t be the last time.

You want to tell him not to get his hopes up, but the whiny “just fuck me” is all the confirmation he needs. If he made you feel like this, you would never let him leave your apartment.

There’s a scraping of teeth, and a battle of tongues as both of your fingers work to remove the remaining fabric on your bodies. San draws back to look at you, a low “fuck” passing his lips as his mouth latches onto your breast, pulling the flesh into his mouth and moaning loudly. His fingers play with your other breast, pulling and twisting at the nipple before giving it the same attention with his mouth.

You can feel his dick, heavy and hard, slip between your thighs and slowly drag against your wet folds. He pauses his sucking and breathlessly says, “Condom?”

As much as you know you shouldn’t, you shake your head. You’re on the pill but don’t know if San has been with anyone else. You also didn’t have any condoms around, not having an actual sex life, but you were certain San carried one with him.

“I want to feel you. I want you inside of me now,” you moan out, pulling San back to your lips as his hands position your legs around his hips.

San is certain he just died and went to heaven. Not only did you want to have sex with him, but you wanted him to fuck you raw. Truth is, he didn’t prepare for this to happen. He didn’t carry condoms with him like most guys because he wasn’t out looking for sex.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” San breathes out as he stares into your eyes, the tip of his dick leaking precum as he pushes through your folds, breaching your entrance.

You feel intoxicated by his touch, the pink head of his dick stretching your walls as the smell of his heavenly cologne overflows around you.

You push your hips down, grinding yourself against his length, taking him in another inch as pleasure washes over the both of you. San licks his lips, eyes glued to where your bodies join, enjoying how he fits so snugly.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” you manage to breathe out, continuously clenching as San finally bottoms out completely inside of you. His breathing is just as heavy as yours, experiencing this for the first time. He had never had sex with anyone like this before, and every feeling was magnified.

“You feel so good, baby,” San grunts as he carefully moves his hips back and forth, swearing each time you clench around him.

His hips pick up pace as your moans encourage him, sweat dripping down the side of his forehead as he holds himself up by the forearms, taking in your fucked out expression.

He admires you, your body relaxed and covered in his marks and sweat. In his mind, you looked like a work of art, and he was the proud painter perfecting each brush stroke until you were no longer the clean blank canvas as before. He was determined to leave you a mess, so you would be reminded of his presence in this room even when he wasn’t there.

The sound of his dick moving in and out of you sets your skin ablaze as the squelching sound of your juices gets louder with his hard thrusts. The moans that leave your lips become more obscene as San gives a rough thrust upwards, pushing himself deeper inside of you, hitting that special spot and making your back arch.

“I- I love it when you t-talk dirty,” you struggle to say as the pleasure builds up with each of San’s powerful thrusts.

The smirk that stretches across his face as he looks at you with hooded eyes screams trouble. You’re unsure if telling him that was a mistake, but you’re about to find out.

You’re unsure if telling him that was a mistake, but you’re about to find out. He flips you over, dick never slipping out as he thrusts into you from below, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders as he ruts into you. You’re letting out whines, shaking your head from side to side as the pleasure becomes too intense.

“I know you can take it, baby. I know you love it. Look how good you soak my cock,” San says, his praises encouraging as you look down to watch him disappear into you. His dick is so hard and covered in your wetness, his lower stomach shiny from your arousal.

“Fuck, you’re such a filthy girl. And it’s all for me, right?” He asks as his thumb finds your clit, pressing tight circles on it that draw out a long “yes” from you.

“Only for you. Only for you,” you pant against his lips as you lean forward, San’s hands gripping your ass as he pounds into you.

He’s on the brink of cumming, and when he delivers one powerful thrust, he feels you shake, your pussy holding him incredibly tight as you orgasm, wave after wave hitting you, each stronger than the previous.

He manages to fuck you through it, dick pulsing as your walls constrict around him, praising you as more wetness seeps onto him.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he grunts, teeth grinding as your tightening and wetness propels him to chase after his own orgasm as his eyes have trouble finding a place to focus.

He’s reeling in pleasure as the images in front of him take over his mind. His eyes flicker between his thick cock disappearing between your swollen lips, sliding in and out of your wetness and your glassy eyes staring down at him.

“Please give it to me. I want you to cum inside of me. Please, San,” you beg, your words coming out high-pitched and desperate. It was all San needed to hear from you. You didn’t have to beg him, he would give you everything he had, over and over until he was empty.

“Fuck I’m cumming,” he moans loudly, the loudest you’ve heard him tonight, as his thrusts turn sloppy and warmth floods your insides.

Each hot spurt has you clenching around him, further heightening his pleasure as he empties himself, enjoying the view of his cum squeezing out of you.

His hair sticks to his forehead, sweat dripping down his face, neck, and chest. Almost every inch of his skin is covered in sweat, and so is yours. Both of you are a mess, and as you carefully pull off him, a mixture of your wetness and San’s cum spills out onto his stomach, earning a loud moan from him.

“You’re so sexy, baby,” he chuckles, pulling you down by the neck and planting a short and gentle kiss against your lips.

He reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing a tissue to wipe his stomach as you lay beside him, legs sticky with both of your releases. As San catches his breath next to you, dick already softening, you can’t help but mumble, “That was amazing.”

San pulls you closer to his side, one hand hooking around your shoulder as the other settles onto your hip. Head resting on his shoulder, he looks down at you, eyes full of warmth and a mouthful of white teeth on display.

“It was incredible,” he replies, placing a sweet kiss on the top of your head. A peaceful silence fills the room, and he opens his mouth to speak again.

“I hope you know you’re more than just a one-night stand to me. I want you every morning. Every day. Every night. In every way possible,” he whispers, looking down at you, brown eyes sparkling in the soft moonlight.

“I feel the same way too,” you confess, heart swelling and comforted by the fact that this was more than just a night of sex for him.

San leans in, his lips moving to cover yours when a loud bang in the living room suddenly interrupts it.

“What the fuck?” You jump, startled by the noise.

San’s face becomes serious as he stands up, covering you in the blanket at the foot of your bed before pulling on his briefs.

“Stay here. I’ll check it out,” he whispers, about to walk away when you tug onto his wrist.

“Wait! Take this,” you quietly say, leaning over the edge of the bed to pull a metal baseball bat from underneath.

“For protection,” you explain, handing it to him only to receive a soft chuckle. You watch as he steps out into the hallway, anxiously waiting. It’s silent for a few minutes before you hear a loud and annoying voice.

“What the fuck! Are you trying to kill me?! See, I told you, Hongjoong! I knew the two of them would fuck! You owe me 50 bucks!”

Footsteps sound down the hallway, and you pull the sheets closer to your chest, covering any visible skin. An embarrassed San trails in, followed by a drunk Wooyoung and a tipsy Hongjoong.

“I tried to make them leave,” San explains, cheeks flushing as he runs his fingers through his hair.

“Y/N!” Hongjoong whines as he takes another step into the room.

“Now I owe him money,” he drunkenly pouts, looking cute and defeated. All you can do is laugh as San returns to his spot next to you, leaning against the headboard.

“I knew she wouldn't be able to resist him! That’s my boy,” Wooyoung shouts a little too loud, causing Hongjoong to flinch as Wooyoung smiles in triumph.

“Yea, you’re right. She couldn’t resist my charms,” San grins, eyebrows raising as he gives you that sexy look he was talking about.

You lightly slap his chest, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as he pulls you towards him, placing a kiss on your nose before ordering the two trouble makers to leave.

You weren’t entirely sure what would come out of this, but you felt good about it. If this happened when you listened to your heart, you would do it more often.

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