#She's content to just stare back at me in silence as I plead with her to even HINT at the horrors. A LITTLE bit.

[ratcandy]

let's go fifty chapter fic two

IT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!!!! NO!!! I cannot stretch this out into fifty chapters it would not work. The pacing would get so fucked up. Eight chapters is plenty. Eight chapters is wonderful even. The faster I get to chapter seven the fucking better

[silliest-donkey]

“You’d be easier on my mind if you actually wore some damn pants”

You looked up from your phone. The voice you had heard almost startled you. You were casually laid back on your bed - which was the second bed of the room. On the first one, Ellie Williams, some nerdy chick you had met at college, was laying down on her stomach. She had offered you the chance of being roommates on day one. Even though, only a week after moving in, it already started feeling more like a curse than a great deal. You knew choosing to live under the same roof as someone you had just met was beyond reckless - but you had no other choice at the time.

"Excuse me?" you scoffed.

"You heard me."

You chuckled weakly, still struggling to process her comment. "I'm wearing shorts," you attempted to justify yourself, a hint of sarcasm lacing your words.

Ellie's response was immediate and defiant. "Still, it's not enough coverage," she retorted.

You let out an exasperated sigh, unable to believe that she was making such a big deal out of something so trivial.

"Ugh, seriously? We're both girls, plus, you're not my mom." you protested, trying to inject some logic into the conversation.

However, Ellie was having none of it. Her sharp retort cut through the air with a fierce determination. "It doesn't matter," she countered, unyielding in her stance.

You shook your head in disbelief, feeling a mix of amusement and irritation at Ellie's stubbornness.

You noticed your roomate's gaze lingering on your thighs, her brows furrowing slightly. A subtle flicker of nervousness crossed her face, as if she was trying to restrain herself from fixating on your legs. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lower lip, betraying her inner turmoil.

“You could just be wearing sweatpants or something..." your roommate pleaded.

You couldn't believe how worked up Ellie was getting about some simple pyjama shorts. Her desperate attempts to prove her point were almost comical. It sounded like she had lived in someone's basement for the last nineteen years of her life.

"Come on, Ellie," you retorted. "It's not the middle ages anymore. I'm not going to wear sweatpants just because you can't handle a bit of exposed skin."

“No, I just don’t want to be constantly looking at your thighs!” she exclaimed, clearly getting annoyed.

The stubborn girl's sudden outburst took you by surprise. A smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as you realized the implication of her words.

"So it's a problem that you can't keep your eyes off my thighs, huh?" you teased, unable to resist the opportunity to rile her up even more.

Ellie's face flushed a deep shade of crimson, realizing she had inadvertently revealed more than she intended.

"What? No, that's not... I didn't say that.." she stuttered, her eyes darting away from your smug expression.

You had stopped paying attention to her the moment she started stumbling over her own words. Now with your headphones on, you blissfully ignored Ellie's stares as you watched a show on your phone. Or, at least, Ellie thought so.

She laid back on her bed, frustrated, resting a tattoed arm over her forehead.

A heavy exhale exited her lips, as she flipped her body onto her stomach, the stirring sounds of her covers disturbing the silence. She was trying her best to hide how much the simple sight of you was affecting her.

Ellie grabbed a pillow and pressed it around her head, doing whatever she could to avoid looking at you. But it was so hard to do so when the very thing she was trying to ignore was right in front of her. She eventually gave up and let her eyes travel over your curves.

Her gaze took in everything, as she finally allowed herself to stare at her heart's content.

Ellie's passionate visual study of your features started at your shoulders, before slowly wandering down your body, taking in every piece of skin that wasn't hidden by clothing. As the poor girl tried her best to push away the sensations of arousal, she found it increasingly difficult to ignore the growing heat and tension within her. Every glance she allowed herself to take seemed to fan the flames of her desire, and she could feel her inhibitions slipping away from her control with each passing moment. Despite her efforts to remain composed, her body betrayed her as her heart raced and her breath grew shallow, signaling that she was losing the battle against her own ache.

Before she could realize it, Ellie's thighs were humping the sheets of her bed. Her lips, slightly parted in adoration, occasionally let out soft gasps. She felt like she was melting into a puddle, so needy, only from looking at your thighs. The dry humping did nothing to soothe the feeling, if anything, it intensified the tingling sensation she was subjected to.

Ellie bit her lip so hard it almost started bleeding, her jerky fingers gripping the bedsheets in a pathetic attempt to keep herself from doing anything she would regret. However, the longer she just laid there and stared, the more she felt the last shreds of her dignity and self-respect fade away into nothingness.

She slowly pulled the covers of her bed over her shoulders, her hands sliding under her clothes. Her thumbs lowered dangerously over her shivering skin, from her breasts, down to over her stomach until she felt her clit.

Ellie sneaked a shy finger into her underwear. Just one. A small, nearly inaudible moan escaped her twitching lips as she felt the fleshy folds of skin on either side of her vagina throb.

Your roomate thanked god you were wearing headphones. You were only meters away, and she was pleasuring herself at the half-naked sight of your thighs alone. It felt so humiliating, and downright outrageous, but she loved the thrill.

Her index was now coated in her natural lube, desperately pressing and stroking her swollen button. It was a losing battle, Ellie's mind, clouded by pictures of you and only you, was slowly turning to mush. Hell, you were offering her such a perfect combination of charms that it felt like it was altering her own brain chemistry. She kept her forehead against the bed, her moans muffling into the covers as she was already reaching climax. She couldn't look at you anymore now that she had committed to her urges so pathetically. She probably wouldn't even be able to look at herself in the mirror for a few days, now that she thought about it.

Ellie remained for a few moments in the same position, struggling to catch her breath. She didn't even notice before a long time that she was drooling all over her bed, her mind stuck on the sight of your perfect, supple thighs, looping, replaying, repeating in her pretty little dozed off head every single one of the witty comebacks you had given her earlier, which had made your lips move so attractively. After panting onto her bedsheets for what felt like hours, she finally got a grip of herself, and raised up from her bed. Her knees wobbly, she cleaned up while you were still laying down with your headphones, visibly fixated on whatever you were watching on your screen.

Forgetting about this was not negotiable with her brain. From now on, she would probably get wet only by seeing the tiniest bit of your exposed flesh. And, she wasn't going to make anymore rude comments anytime soon. How could she blame you for anything when she was the creep? When she was the one who got sickly obsessed with you to the point you were a constant turn-on for her?

The thought alone of anyone else getting to see you like this made her want to punch the goddamn wall. Ellie was well aware of how toxic this was, that you did not owe her anything and did not deserve her to be bossy with you. However, the more she tried to calm herself down, the more conflicted she was getting. She found herself crouched down on the bathroom floor, burying her heavily blushing face into her arms.

Your roommate had realized too late how much of a hold you had on her.

[masterlist]

[chaepink]

(re-sent) hello dear! i just found your account and i adore your content, i don't usually bump into writers with preferences for femdom!readers and i'm here for it! keep it up ‹3

could i bother you requesting a drabble/oneshot for fem!softdom!reader x sub!tenya iida? in which reader decides to go to tenya's dorm just to find him enjoying some alone time (since he missed reader so much), he thinks they're going to get intimate, but reader tells him to continue as she watches (ocassionaly kissing his cheeks/earlobe and marking his neck). iida might get a little too desperate for touch so he starts begging for a hand or two for help, he can't do it without her. (reader calls tenya: "baby", "hun", "iida". tenya calls reader "baby", "darling") plus: he's a soft moaner ‹3

i hope this isn't too much! no hurries in writting this, i hope you have a nice day/night! —♡ (i made a few subtle changes, i hope you don't mind!)

Your Own Private Show | sub!iida tenya

wc: 740+ words | masterlist

dom!reader, fem!reader, consensual voyeurism, masturbation, begging, pet names, marking

note : i am SO sorry that this took so long, it got lost in my drafts 😭

"ah!- f-fuck.. [name] please!" You and your hand hovering over the doorknob freezes. Is iida?...

Your heartbeat quickens as the noises keep flooding your ears from iida's room. Whines, sobs, pleas. He adds your name to each and every single one of them. He's begging for you.

With bated breath, you quietly and slowly open the door and holy shit was you not ready for the view on the other side of the door. As if he is posing for a portrait, his head is thrown back, his cheeks are flushed, and his body is exposed as he sits on the bed. His legs are spread almost as if he was used to it. And well, he rather is.

He looks absolutely breathtaking.

And well, the thing that takes your breath away the most is the thing right between his legs.

His cock was red and there was a little pre-cum on the tip. Iida's hand was rapidly stroking it and it looked absolutely sinful.

You can't help but walk in, attracting your boyfriend's attention. He whines as you continue to stare at him, his hand stopping.

"p-please..." You raise an eyebrow.

"Please what? Please help you with your little problem?" He whimpers at you. "Aw," you say with a feign pout, "is my iida all hard and horny?"

Iida shivers at how possessive you sound as you say the word 'my'. He nods as he looks up at you with pleading eyes, silently begging you to help him.

You walk over to him, making sure to take your very time. You stop right in front of him, eyeing him up and him. Iida's breath hitches as you duck down towards his ear. Your hot breath makes him shiver and he lets out another whine.

"How about you put on a little show for me first, baby?"

Iida's freezes and as realization dawns on him that you won't be touching him anytime soon, he pouts at you. He reaches to try to grab your hand but you manage to dodge his grasp. He lets out a yearning whine.

You shush him with a finger to his mouth, silencing him. He stares at you with pleading eyes, his hand still wrapped around his dick.

You lean towards his neck, slowly biting and sucking on it. Iida lets out a soft moan when you bite down rather harshly, making sure it'll bruise for a few days.

His body trembles as you continue to suck and lick his neck, leaving a trail of marks.

With a hand placed on his hips, you begin touching his body all over but making sure to avoid his dick and other sensitive parts.

"Go on, Iida. Touch yourself." Iida hesitates a little but starts to slowly touch his dick. Even though he's embarrassed to do this in front of you, the pleasure pushes away that thought and he begins to shamelessly bucking his hips into his hand.

Little 'ah's and 'please's fill the room along with his whines and pleas for you to touch him.

"T-Touch me, darling. P-Please!" You chuckle a little.

"But i'm already touching you, darling. Or is it here you want me to touch?" You raise an eyebrow at him as you point towards his aching dick. He nods frantically at you and you coo at him. He continues fucking into his fist but you start to see tears well up in his eyes.

One of your hands goes to touch his dick and Iida lets out a whine. It doesn't take long until iida is begging you to cum with moans and whines that follow after. Your hand replaces his hand on his dick as Iida's hips begin to jerk into your hand, desperate to chase after his release.

After a while without you, he feels as if his orgasm is coming quicker than usual and before he could warn you, he cums all over his chest and your hand.

Eyes wide and chest heaving, iida flushes red at how quick he came but when you continue to pump his dick, he gasps.

"Baby w-wait." His shaky hands try to push your hand off his dick but it doesn't budge. Rather, you just speed up your movements.

"You wanted me to touch you, right?" You give him a grin that makes Iida's dick twitch and a whimper to leave him. "Well be a good boy and sit still for me, I'm not done yet."

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

╰┈➤ masterlist | rules

[cherryheairt]

saw a tiktok of a guy begging his gf to keep scratching his back whenever she paused it made me think of benjicot. I keep seeing kieran's tts hes so feminist bf coded

🪶

Dramatic

"Please?"

"No."

"Please." he begged.

Sighing, Rena complied with his plea and began her delicate movements once more. This had become a nightly routine since their wedding, when the couple were finally allowed to share their chambers–though that never stopped them from sneaking around before.

She liked to keep her nails shaped finely, slightly above her fingertips and well-cleaned. Benjicot discovered the benefits of her self-care one day when they both lie in bed, naked. His head was on her bare chest, content to listen to her humming while he was resting on the plush skin. Her nails dragged up and down his back, making him shiver almost violently.

When she paused, he groaned loudly, "don't stop."

Giggling, she continued her motions til he was asleep.

This had been going on for months. When the couple sat in bed after their coupling, knowing their nights were spent all to themselves instead of serving their house and Lord and Lady. Benjicot was weak to her touch.

Though, he hadn't always been so aware.

Her lashes, thick and long, were the result of oiling them before bed. Her hair, volumous and long because of the messages she worked on during her baths. Legs and arms smooth from concentrated shaving. Her unique floral scent, only present thanks to the perfumes from Dorne.

Many things went into a noble ladies' looks, though any unknowing man thought that it just came naturally. 'Just born pretty and smelling good,' was a common misconception in their life. Also, an excuse for the men to be the opposite.

Benji was one of the clueless ones, in awe of Rena's beauty and always complimenting her scent with his head shoved to her neck.

It was only after they married that he found out how long it took to get that way. He would be out of their shared bath for a half-hour, just watching dumbstruck as she razed her limbs. "You have to do this every bath?" He asked, wincing when he thought she might nick her leg.

Rena laughed, shaking her head. "Once a week, maybe."

He sat back in his chair, crossing his arms. He was only covered by his waist cloth, content with sitting in the bathroom until she was done. "You don't have to, if you don't want to." Benjicot said. "I won't mind."

She smiled up at him, grateful that he was he husband and not some ignorant old brute. "I know, I like my routines. It makes me feel pretty." Rena preened under his loving stare.

"You're always pretty." He declared with a soft kiss to her knuckles. He nearly leaped with joy when she stood, done with washing and shaving–only to deadpan when she slathered herself in scented oils outside of the bath.

Tonight was like all the previous ones, Ben insisting that he could not sleep without her tender massages. It had been a long day for both of them, both content to relax in their shared silence. Until she paused her motions to move potsitions.

For minutes at a time, she would scratch, wondering how he had not fallen asleep yet. He would moan whenever she paused, pleading desperately. "You won't die without it for one night, my love." She snorted quietly in the candlelit room.

"I might. How do we know that I won't?" He grunted, face deep into her smooth neck.

"My husband, killed not by the sword of a fearsome enemy, but by not getting enough attention from his wife." Rena sighed.

He nodded, smiling. "That will be put on my gravestone." They both laughed.

"You really can't sleep without it?"

"Truly." Benji answered.

"Hm. What if I couldn't sleep, would you not return the favor?" Rena asked, amused.

Benjicot answered by lifted his hand to her face, showing off his blunt calloused fingertips. "Gotta keep 'em short."

"Ah, yes. For swordfighting.' She mused.

"No, for you."

"Me?" Bemused, she glanced down at him, only to see his smug face.

"Gross, Ben." She said, through a poorly hidden laugh. Benjicot looked very pleased with himself as he wetly kissed her check, producing a dramatic 'pop!' sound.

"You weren't complaining earlier."

Rena shoved his face away, groaning at his boorishness. "Go to bed." She huffed.

"I will, once you scatch my back."

They held prolonged eye contact, neither backing down until Rena blinked accidentally. "Ha!" Benjicot cheered. "I win."

Rena rolled her eyes, knowing she couldn't argue with their years-long tradition. Any petty and unserious argument must be solved with a staring contest to swiftly end it, lest it be turned into a serious one.

She sat back once more, hair a mess around her when it scrunched into the pillow. Benji followed, laying right were he always did, on her chest. He sighed with content when she started moving her nails in patterns across his skin.

"Thank you, my love."

Rena hummed her response, kissing his messy hair goodnight.

[shadesslut]

loving her was red, pt. 7

MINORS DNI

Pairing: (Dark!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Angst, slight smut)

Summary: Ethan finally takes matters in his own hands.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

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The group spent the rest of the night answering questions, receiving check ups, and looking over their shoulders. Y/N had texted Ethan multiple times throughout the night, asking where he was. He didn’t answer, which only made the rest of the group more suspicious. Chad did everything he could to comfort her. When he found out about what happened on the ladder, he was devastated. Devastated for Anika, and devastated for Y/N and not being able to protect her. 

They were now sat in the back of an ambulance truck with Tara and Mindy. Tara had her arms wrapped around Mindy, soothing her tense shoulders, while Mindy stared at the ground. Y/N reached over to grab her hand and gently smiled at Mindy. Mindy only squeezed her hand. Out of the corner of his eye, Chad saw Ethan, who was ducking under the police tape. 

“Chad,” he slowly said, looking down the alley where Anika’s body laid, covered.

Chad marched up to him and shoved him against a car roughly. Ethan let out a groan and steadied himself by holding onto Chad’s hands. 

“Where the fuck were you?” Chad yelled, pushing him harder. 

The girls overheard them, and Y/N whispered something to Mindy before walking towards the two boys. 

“-you know this,” Ethan finished as Y/N came up to them. “Y/N…”

Y/N didn’t meet him in the eyes, instead she tugged on Chad’s arm. “Chad, let it go, it’s not worth it.” Chad let go of Ethan, and Ethan hesitantly reached out for her. 

“I didn’t do it, Y/N, you know me,” Ethan pleaded. Chad dryly laughed and nodded his head sarcastically. 

“Does she know you?” He asked, and Ethan only shot a glare at him. Y/N told him to go in a mutter, and Chad protested. “I’m not leaving you.”

She sighed and turned back to Ethan, who was fuming, still glaring at Chad. 

“He’s right, I don’t really know you.” She said sadly, reaching up to move a curl out of Ethan’s face. Ethan was deeply disappointed in her. I don’t really know you, did those nights together mean nothing to her? Did he mean nothing to her? 

“Fuck that, you fucking know me, Y/N.” Ethan argued, placing his hands gently around her face. “Do you really think I would do this?” 

She didn’t respond. She only glanced towards the others, who were watching them intently. Her eyes started to water, she really didn’t know what to think. She cared about Ethan, but Chad was right, she really didn’t know him that well. “I don’t know,” she whispered.

Ethan looked at Chad, who was already staring at him. “What did he tell you?” He asked her. 

“Ethan,”

“I didn’t have to tell her anything. You not being there, at both attacks, was enough.” Chad interrupted her. 

“Y/N look at me. You know me.” 

She stayed silent, pulled away from Ethan, with her arms hugging herself tightly as she stared at the dirt on the sidewalk. Chad chuckled, glancing between the two of them. 

“Just because you two fucked, doesn’t mean anything.” 

“Chad!” Y/N yelled, lightly slapping his arm. Ethan’s cheeks reddened in embarrassment. 

“You wouldn’t know, would you Chad?” Ethan asked, gritting through his teeth. 

Chad’s jaw ticked, and Y/N had to physically hold Chad’s arm down from swinging at Ethan. 

“At least I could make her finish.” Chad spat. 

Ethan looked at Y/N with a confused look. Her mouth was slightly opened as she gasped, and she only looked away. Ethan asked her what Chad meant, but she only shook her head. The silence between them was deafening, and all Ethan could do was hopelessly stare at her. She sniffed quietly, and started walking back to the ambulance. Ethan let his hands drop to his side as he watched her walk away. Hot tears rolled down his warm cheeks, but he hated himself for feeling this way. Hated that he didn’t expect this; her to distance herself from him. He should’ve expected this. 

“So,” Chad began, snapping Ethan out of his thoughts. He turned his head towards Chad. He had his arms crossed over his chest, with a smug expression on his face. He stepped closer to Ethan. “You try anything with her, I swear to god, I will kill you. Ghostface or not.”

Ethan’s chest heaved up and down, staying silent. Chad gave him a fake smile, and he slapped his hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “Nice talk, roomie.”

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Ethan’s knee bounced up and down anxiously. He looked down at his phone, at his texts with Y/N, which were mostly one-sided lately. 

Ethan

Please talk to me

2:37 pm

Come over?

2:40 pm

I see that you’re reading this

Y/N.

2:43 pm

I need to see you

2:56 pm

Is Chad with you?

3:01 pm

He audibly groaned at the read notification. He looked over his shoulder to his nightstand, where his knife rested. His eyebrows were furrowed, and a scowl was apparent on his face. 

He huffed as he stood up and reached for his knife. His hand shook as he held the blade. A familiar urge washed over him as he traced the blade with the back of his finger. He wanted to use it, use it on Chad. He wanted to see him suffer, choke on his blood as Ethan stood over him. He wanted to be the last thing Chad saw. 

His phone dinged. 

Y/N

Meet me at the diner

3:17 pm

He brought the knife with him, just as a precaution. He wouldn’t use it on her, never. He sat patiently in a booth, their booth. A part of him felt guilty, guilty for loathing Chad as much as he did. He really was his only friend, well, used to be. But then his mind would wander back to her, and every ounce of guilt left his body. 

When she walked in, he noticed her different clothes from earlier. She no longer wore her blood stained pajamas, but a pair of sweats and a long sleeve shirt. 

He gave her a soft, welcoming smile as she sat down. She slouched in her seat, while Ethan leaned forward on the table. She didn’t speak, so Ethan let his eyes wander around the restaurant, hoping to find a topic to talk about. It wasn’t busy, it never was, but a few tables were occupied. A group of teens, probably in high school, sat in a booth, loudly cackling with each other. An elderly couple sat at a two seater, and Ethan softly smiled. The faint music played throughout the room, some 50s song Ethan couldn’t name, and the noise of the milkshake machine filled Ethan with nostalgia. 

“I got you a milkshake, chocolate.” Ethan said, turning back to Y/N. She only half-smiled and remained silent. The waiter stepped towards the tale, smiling as he set down the two milkshakes in front of them; one vanilla, one chocolate. She reached up for the milkshake and gently wrapped her lips around the straw. 

“I get it if you don’t trust me.” Ethan told her, taking a hold of his milkshake. She looked up at him for the first time since she sat down. “I wouldn’t trust me either.”

She sighed, setting the milkshake down.

“It wasn’t me.”

“I know,” she rubbed her temple, sitting up. “I just, this whole thing sucks. Everyone is telling me not to trust you, but-”

“But?” Ethan interrupted. He didn’t give her enough credit, he should’ve known she would be on his side.

“But I do trust you. I don’t know why, but I do.” 

He smiled, and he slid his hand over the table to grab hers. She softly grinned sadly and reciprocated. “What about Chad?” He asked, which made her smile drop.

“I didn’t tell him, about coming here. He probably would’ve killed you today. If I didn’t step in.” She spoke cautiously, knowing the subject of Chad was sensitive around Ethan. The same with Chad.

“I don’t care, as long as you wanna be with me.” Ethan shook his head. She nodded, smiling to herself. Ethan looked back at the elderly couple; Could that be them? Could they move past this Ghostface debacle? Grow old together? He looked back at the group of friends; Could she move on from her friends’ deaths?

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The two held hands as they walked down the street. She felt her heart swoon, distracted from the killings. He held her hand tightly, smiling that he could finally relax. They were headed to her apartment, she had suggested they bunker down for the night. Ethan said yes, hoping he could sneak away when she fell asleep to help his family. She was oblivious though, grinning widely at Ethan as they hopped onto the subway. They sat next to each other closely, legs touching. They both giggled as they looked on Y/N’s phone, watching some random video. 

They reached their stop, and Ethan pulled her up, smiling back at her. This was the happiest he had ever felt. He didn’t care about avenging his brother, he didn’t care about Chad, or his father, he only cared about her. He only wanted to care about her, he wanted to feel like a teenager again. 

“What movie do you wanna watch?” She asked, clutching onto his arm as the night grew darker and colder. 

“Hm, something not horror.” Ethan slightly joked. 

She made a sour face, still upset about the previous night. She dismissed his comment. “What about a romance movie?” He nodded, and he bent down to kiss her forehead. Something swirled in the back of Ethan’s mind, from earlier, with Chad. 

At least I could make her finish.

Ethan had forgotten. His mind was so focused on seeing Y/N, he had completely forgotten about what Chad had said. He stopped walking, pulling her back to stop. She looked at him with a confused smile, but Ethan wasn’t smiling. 

“About earlier,” 

She lightly chuckled, awkwardly. “We weren’t talking about earlier,” 

“What did Chad mean?” He ignored her. He looked down at her, giving her a stern look when her face didn’t show any seriousness. 

“About?” She asked, but he knew she knew. She had a look in her eyes, a look that was full of hope. Hoping Ethan would drop the topic. 

He did the opposite.

“About you?” She glanced away, acting as if he didn’t know what he was talking about. “About making you,” he groaned, looking away. “Making you finish.”

Her mouth made an ‘o’ shape, and she looked down. She didn’t answer, for a moment. “Look, it didn’t mean anything, okay?” She croaked out. She took both of his hands in his shakily. 

“What’s…’it’?” Ethan spat out. 

She swallowed. 

“Chad and I, we-we slept together.” Ethan jerked his hands out of hers, stepping back to run his hands through his hair. He breathed heavily, and he let out a guttural groan. “It was one time, and right after it happened, I felt awful.”

“When? When did it happen?” 

She let out a shaky breath. “A while ago, we weren’t…together yet.”  She confessed. Ethan was still furious. How could she not tell him? Ethan looked like he was going to kill a man, he looked like he did kill a man. He hovered over her, completely covering her from others who passed them. “You’re scaring me, Eth,” She nervously said, shakily reaching out to press her hands on his chest. It was no use, she knew he was stronger than her. She knew if he really wanted to knock her down, he could, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. 

Ethan would always hate himself for what he had to do, but he knew he needed to do it.

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Her head hurt, and her legs were sore. A soft groan escaped her lips as she slowly reached behind her head, touching the sensitive spot. She winced slightly at the touch, and she immediately retracted her hand. It was dark, a small glow coming from the crack of a door. Her eyes widened, seeing the room. The wallpaper peeled back a little from age, and dust covered the floor. She was laid on a mattress, which looked fairly new, and she noticed her blanket from her apartment was spread across her body. 

“What the fuck,” She whispered, looking around. The door creaked open, and she couldn’t make out the figure’s head that peaked through. Then the light came on, causing her to squint her eyes. There by the door, with his hand on the lightswitch, stood an anxious Ethan.

“S-Sorry,” He apologized timidly. He gave her a crooked smile, trying to ease her fear. She looked at him, her face completely pale. She didn’t move from her spot. Ethan’s smile slowly faded as he turned to shut the door. He looked back at her, before walking over to sit down next to her. 

“I’m sorry, you didn’t really give me a choice.” He said, wiping a piece of hair from her forehead. She slightly flinched at his touch. 

“Y-You, hit me,” She cried, scooting away from him. His face fell, and he crawled towards her. He hovered over her, both hands on both sides of her. She looked terrified of him, and how could she not? He smiled gently down at her, and softly kissed her forehead. 

“I’m so sorry baby, I promise I’ll never hurt you again. I just needed to get you here.” 

“Where a-are we?” She asked, carefully looking down to see the growing tent in his pants. She whined as she saw. “Please-”

He noticed her gaze, and he chuckled, leaning off of her and covering his boner with his hands. “Sorry, I get excited, but it’s um, like one of my family’s owned places.” He smiled. She pushed herself up against the wall, grateful he gave her space. He gently grabbed her hand and started to rub circles against her skin. She whimpered softly, before starting to cry. He frowned, wiping the tears that rolled against her cheeks. A loud noise came from outside the door, causing Y/N to whip her head towards the door, then to Ethan. He shushed her soothingly. “It’s probably my dad,” 

He stood up after kissing her on her cheek, and walked towards the door again. He looked back one more time, where she sat in the exact same position, shaking. A dark smile grew on his face, and before leaving, he said, “I love you.” to her. As the door shut and locked, Ethan’s excitement only grew. His pants became tighter as he heard her muffled cries come from under the door. Ethan quietly whimpered as he jerked off, forehead resting against the door. As he came in his hand, he smiled to himself, proud of himself for keeping her safe. Now all he had to do, was take care of Chad.

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[jjeongddol]

Can't you see me? I'm right here, Angel.

Now playing - Die With A Smile

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Jeonghan x Reader

- "I'll always find my way back to you, my love."

This chapter comes before part 2! It took me a long time to be content with this part and now I finally have the courage to. Please let me know your thoughts on this small series so that I can better my future writings 🫶🏼

part I | jeonghan's pov | part II

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Once he settled into his sleep shorts and an oversized shirt — dragging his aching body towards the bed that you were occupying. She was nestled in the fluffy sheets that temporarily kept her body warm every night when I'm not there yet.

Is she not asleep?

I could see how heavy each of her breaths were. How her small figure rapidly widens before stilling and letting out the quietest sigh. Then it clicked.

She's crying.

Feeling panic rushed over me— I tried my best to steady myself and not jolt her from the trance of her comfort bubble. Gently lifting up the comforter as I sank into the mattress.

I see her body still completely. Trying her best to hold in her sobs. The sight made me feel like my heart was stabbed repeatedly.

She's like this because of me.

I quietly settled on my side of the bed— the mattress was cold when it hit my skin. No sense of warmth and comfort. What's happening to us, angel?

Placing a hand under my cheek as I rested my head atop it. Patiently waiting for her to turn towards me— not wanting to intrude her space.

I glided my palms along her back, gently rubbing her skin to ease her overbearing emotions a little.

As I continued my admission, I found myself zoning out to the space between our bodies.

—

I remembered that one particular night. The rainfall became more intense as the night passes through, both our bodies snuggling closer to seek for warmth and solace through this chilly night.

My arms wrapped around her figure. Her head leaning back on my chest as her small palms softly held onto my arm that she was resting her head on, bringing it closer to her face.

Not long after, her body turned, facing my direction. In the midst of the dark bedroom— there's a clear look of longing evident in her pleading eyes.

Gosh, i'm so sorry baby...

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Each night, we're both lying close to one another, legs tangled and arms wrapped around our sorrowful bodies. The moonlight creeping throught the bedroom windows kept us up in a quiet accompany. No one spoke a word, just merely cherishing the moments while it lasted. Nothing helped that we were both drowned out by our own doubts.

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"Han," a long eerie silence followed before she spoke again. Her hand tracing along my chest as she zoned out into the space infront of her, "Is there someone else?"

How did those words slip out of her mouth so easily?

My fingers that were running aimlessly on her back stilled, so did the rest of my body. All i could do was stare at her face under my furrowed brows.

Being this close to her allowed me to study her features— her little button-like nose that looks pointy with a pretty slope— if you looked at her from the side. Her long lashes that naturally curled often hid the beauty of her eyes from a viewer, her bottom lip always guts out whenever she's concentrating too much or when she's upset.

Now, looking into her eyes, it was obvious how she felt. The eyes never lies they said. All I saw was uncertainty and hope— hopes that her doubts are not true.

Without thinking, I brought my face closer to hers, leaving a lasting kiss on her forehead. The tiredness I felt earlier had left my body. I just wanted to secure her between my arms, lock her body to mine as I ensure she knows i'm still very much in love.

How can I prove my love to you, baby?

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"Please come back," she pleaded. i didn't not like a single bit of her begs. "It hurts, it really hurts. just come back soon, okay?"

A loud painful sob bounced of the four walls. Her shaking frame curled up even more. It seemed that if she could, she would have wanted to bury herself within the mattress and hide her vulnerable self from me.

My hands reached out to her, cradling her fragile face, in hopes to warm up her dampened cheeks with my body heat, slowly and gently wiped off her tears that were showing no signs of stopping any time soon.

Planting butterfly kisses all over her face— knowing that it's a way that could comfort her, mumbling incoherent words and I love yous that I have longed to say for weeks. I poured my heart out as she continued mourning and grieving— as if I was really gone.

I was right infront of her but I had been out of reach.

Without realising, my own tears were shed. I had no power over my overwhelming emotions.

I pushed her shoulders back, so that she would be facing me, as I hovered over her. One arm supporting my weight as the other was pushing away the strands of hair that was stuck to her solemn face. Gently caressing her distressed features. Tears still springing out and her sobs becoming uncontrollable.

I hushed her as I continued the gentle kisses. "I'm right here, baby. No matter how far it seems I am, I'll always come back to you, angel," a kiss on her eyelids that were too heavy to be opened.

"I'll find my way back into your arms, baby," another on her glowing cheekbones.

"Just you," and another on her forehead.

"It'll always be you, my love." one more on her quivering lips.

[mandareeboo]

Hazbin Hotel prompt: Lucifer finds out Vaggie is a fallen angel and is A: Pretty understanding and B: Mostly like “ARE YOU OKAY?! DO YOU NEED ME TO GET YOU ANYTHING?!” because he knows that Falling hurts

Lucifer's disassociating through one of his daughter's long speeches, bent over his work desk. He wants to listen, he does, but it's just. So much easier to work on a ducky. He adds fluffy red ears as she explains the long-term ramifications of attacking Heaven.

"And since Vaggie is an angel--" she says, and the rest gets lost in the mush between his ears.

"Yeah," he says, nodding, and attaches a scepter to the new duckling.

There's a long bout of silence, so long he actually manages to look up, and Charlie is staring at him. "You knew?"

"What?" he says, trying to remember the last five minutes of conversation. "Oh. Yeah. Maggie's an angel. Maggie's an angel? Yeah, I think I knew that."

"Uh, sir," Vaggie says, and wow! When did she get here? Time really is the craziest thing.

"I didn't know that?" Charlie extrapolates.

"Sweetie," Lucifer says, pleading for her to understand, because now that he's said it he's pretty sure he did know, actually, "she's got a giant X over her eye. And one of those pointy things! I had one of those bad boys back in the day too."

"Spear," Vaggie coughs into her fist.

"I thought that's how you met! She was seeking redemption for whatever got her kicked out of Heaven."

"I refused to kill a child," she said.

"Ugh, I always hated that rule. Oh, little Jimmy died before we could reach the pulpit? Guess he's Hell's problem now!" Lucifer scratched his face with the duckie. "Is the place still covered top to bottom in gold?"

"Yup."

"Ew. I always liked the decor of Hell better. Free will made some really good designers to be damned!" He patted her head, content to believe he'd done a great job at Parent and Friend. "You're still super pretty in my book, Maggie."

"Dad," Charlie starts, just a little bit frustrated, but Vaggie broke off into snickers and she melts, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend.

Lucifer held up his newest creation- a duckie shaped like Alastor. "Speaking of damnation, wanna help me toss this in the incinerator?"

"Fuck yeah," Vaggie says, and Lucifer felt that meant they were now Best Friends.

[sashaisready]

Chapter Twenty-Two - That was a long time ago

Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader

You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again.

Warnings: PTSD/nightmares, references to story's earlier violence/threat of sexual assault, sexual content

18+ - see Masterlist for full list of warnings Series Masterlist

You couldn’t see, everything was black and you felt the pressure of something wrapped around your head – you must be blindfolded. You couldn’t move your arms, your wrists are tied. There are hands gripping your shoulders pushing you to step forward. You can hear laughter and jeering near your face but they somehow seem far away at the same time.

“Let’s just hope she’s not been too used up by Barnes for us to have some fun with her” someone snarls into your ear.

You realise you’re stepping on something. Something soft, but not entirely – there are hard bits too. It’s unsettlingly warm under your bare feet. It suddenly hits you that you’re walking on people. Bodies. Flesh. You try to get away but everywhere you step you touch another with your foot. You’re screaming now. There is the sound of guns in the background behind you, far away for now but getting closer. There must be so many of them.

The shots are much louder. You try to run but the unseen hands holding you tight around your shoulders won’t let you go. You continue to stumble across the soft flesh under your feet, pleading with your assailant to let you run.

The guns are close now. Very close…

You can’t hear anything else but the gunshots. And the screaming. So much screaming.

You’re shouting, panicking. You try to flee but you’re caught in some sort of material, tangled up in a knot. You kick your legs and swing your arms to get loose. Then a strong pair of hands are on you and you’re pinned down, you can’t move. Someone is speaking to you.

“Doll…Doll…It’s okay…It was only a dream. You’re safe with me”.

You know that voice. You look up, it’s Bucky. You gaze into his azure eyes and they invoke a sudden calmness within you. You know those eyes well. You’re safe.

He’s looking at you with worry, his arms are wrapped around you, holding you down as he tries to soothe you. He’s dressed in a grey t-shirt and sweatpants. You’re laying in a bed with him.

With Bucky?

Oh yes. Now you remember.

You’re wrapped up in the bedsheets. Your chest rising and falling as you calm down and look around at your surroundings. Bucky’s guest room. You’re alright, you’re with Bucky.

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry” you mutter.

He shakes his head, cooing softly. “It’s alright, you don’t have to apologise for anything”.

He kisses the side of your head and tenderly lays you back on the pillow.

A firm knock is coming from the bedroom door and Steve pokes his head round a second later, looking into the room with concern.

“Thanks Steve, we’re okay. Just bad dreams” Bucky explains, waving him away.

Steve nods, looking at you sympathetically before ducking out again.

“Fuck…” you whisper.

“I know” Bucky replies, holding your back against his chest.

“What time is it?” you ask groggily.

“A little after ten”.

You nod, relieved you’re off work today.

“Do you need to be up doing stuff?” you ask quietly.

“No. You’re my priority” he responds.

“Bucky, you don’t have to-”

“No. This is where I need to be” he sternly cuts you off, and you know there’s no room for argument.

You both lay there for a bit longer in silence.

“I know this is a stupid question, but how are you feeling today?” he asks warily into your ear.

You sigh, wriggling into the sheets as you ponder his question and stare out across the luxurious room. You’re not even sure, really. You’re still dazed and dissociated. Your mind almost isn’t letting you tackle everything yet, too afraid to open a door you can’t close. You know it’ll hit you eventually, but for now everything just feels a bit fuzzy. You feel the cut on your cheek from the nail, it’s bumpy and jagged but doesn’t seem deep. You can’t feel the dried blood on your face anymore so wonder if Bucky cleaned you up.

“Uh…weird. I feel weird” you admit.

“I’m so sorry, this is all my fault” he tells you softly, his voice is strained in a way you’ve never heard before.

“We had no idea they were watching us. They teamed up with another syndicate so we didn’t recognise any of their guys on the street. We think there may have been a mole amongst my men too, feeding them our locations, Sam and Steve are looking into it now”.

You nod weakly, feeling tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You want to hate him, scream at him for getting you mixed up in all this. But in spite of your anger…part of you feels it just doesn’t matter. You nearly died just a few hours ago and rage, even though justified, seems trivial in the big picture now. Your entire world has been spun on its head. You’re alive, you were saved. You’re okay.

“If I had any idea that you…that they…” he mutters as he trails off, his voice quiet. He inhales and composes himself, you can tell he’s thinking carefully about what to say. It’s clear to you that Bucky is very rarely caught off guard, or that things like this happen without him knowing. He’s very obviously rattled by this lapse.

“I…I thought I’d lost you” he admits. “When we got there we surrounded them pretty easily. They were distracted, messy – didn’t see us coming. They told us you’d escaped and they couldn’t find you. Their whole plan had fallen apart as they tried to hunt you down - making them weak and forgetting their strategy so we took them with no trouble. All I could think about was how scared I was…and how impressed I was that you derailed all of their careful planning” he chuckles darkly.

You manage a small smile at that, but then Pierce’s words to you echo in your head.

I have never seen anything like it. He just kept coming.

You feel a chill up your spine as you try to imagine Bucky taking them ‘with no trouble’, assault rifle in hand. You remember all the blood spilled, the carnage. The screaming. So much screaming, You’re relieved you didn’t witness any of it. It’s a strange feeling, you feel utterly protected in his arms – but knowing what he’s capable of also freezes your bones.

“Then I found your shoe but nothing else and…I didn’t know what to think. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I hadn’t found you…” he whispers. “Or if I had, but it was too late…”

You turn in the bed to face him. He looks close to tears, vulnerable and broken – you’ve never seen him like this before.

Your hand moves to his cheek, tenderly stroking a finger across it and down to his jawline.

“But you did find me”.

He smiles back at you with such warmth and sentiment that your breath hitches.

“Actually Doll, you found me”.

You pull his face towards you and kiss him softly. It’s sweet, delicate – none of the hunger or desperation from your first night together. He kisses back, gently cupping the back of your head.

You push yourself against him, your leg wrapping around his waist so that your hips are aligned with his. You hold him tightly, not letting a slither of light escape between you as you nuzzle into his neck, mewling gently into him as you pull his shirt up and move your lips down to his sternum.

“Doll…” he protests weakly as you go to kiss his collarbone. “Please…”

He carefully moves your head away from his chest and you snap back up to look at him, your eyes wide.

“Oh, Bucky I’m sorry. Do you not want…I’m sorry if I misread…?” you trail off, embarrassed by your presumption.

“Of course I do” he soothes. “But it’s not right. You’re vulnerable right now, you’ve been through a lot…this big traumatic thing…I would be taking advantage”.

You groan, shaking your head as your hold his face between your hands.

“Please Buck…I need you. I want this” you tell him softly, your eyes searching his desperately.

He sighs, unable to resist the gentle pleading in your voice and how you intimately left the ‘y’ off of his name. After last night he’s not sure if he’ll ever be able to tell you no again. He wants this as much as you do, he just doesn’t want you to regret it when things are clearer for you.

But his faint resistance fades away as you kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck and grinding your hips into him. It’s an immediate relief for you, the euphoria of being in his embrace once again cutting through your fog. He moves you effortlessly onto your back and pulls your t-shirt over your head, dotting butterfly kisses across your chest and stomach before unclasping your bra. He takes your breasts in his hands and runs his thumbs across your nipples and as you hum and wriggle against him, your fingers combing through his hair as you tug at his shirt and slip it off.

He shimmies your underwear down your leg and begins a fresh trail of kisses from your ankle to your thigh. He knows he can’t verbalise everything he wants to say, every apology or regret, so he speaks silently to your body instead. He moves his head between your thighs and moves to kiss you there but you protest and paw at his shoulders to bring him back up to you again.

“I just want to feel you. Now…please”. The desperation rises in your voice.

He smiles fondly and moves up to you. You kiss him again and he swiftly removes his sweats and underwear before lining himself with you. You purr with anticipation, practically quivering beneath him as he slips his tip inside of you. You both groan at the sensation and he looks up at you, checking this is okay. You smile up at him in agreement, bleary eyed.

Bucky slowly pushes himself fully inside, filling you to the hilt. There’s that familiar sting. Your eyes flutter shut and you push your head back into the pillow – but his metal fingers find your cheek and he whispers that he wants you to look at him. You oblige, your eyes locking onto his as he begins to thrust. His movements are careful and considered, powerful but without aggression – a world away from your first time. Your moans bubble up in your throat as he lightly brushes his nose against yours, his mouth hanging open as he savours the feeling. Your eyes are locked onto one other as if both in a trance.

Your last time together was littered with declarations of arousal and lewd whispers but neither of you speak this time. You become lost in the moment, there is nothing else but the feeling of Bucky inside you and the intensity of his gaze.

He holds you close, so close that his weight feels heavy on top of you but you don’t mind because all you want to do is feel him in every possible way. Your hands run along his back, up to his shoulders and down each of his arms. It’s as if you are committing each part of him to memory, a map of his body to file away somewhere within yourself. Bucky is groaning lightly and each sound he makes is music to your ears. You can smell his cologne transferring onto your skin, the two of you melting into one.

It’s tender, loving. You feel safe and you feel seen by him. This is the comfort you need. The world seems a tiny bit better now. You kiss him deeply to reassure him this is what you want, this is all you want. You are equal players on this stage. You regret many things in your life but you already know this will not be one of them.

Your climax sneaks up on you, catching you off guard. It’s not a slow burn but a sudden ignition, sending shockwaves through your limbs as your body stutters beneath his, your face betraying your surprise as you emit tiny gasps. Bucky only smiles at you – the morning light a halo framing his face, his hair fluffy from sleep. You suddenly think that image of him will be burned into your memory forever.

The pulsing of your walls triggers his own orgasm in turn, and he cries out as he buries his head on your chest. His hips lurch as he fills you with his warmth, his breath hot against your skin.

You both lay entwined for a while, enjoying the intimacy with only the sounds of your collective heavy breathing in your ears. You begin to rake your fingers through his hair, basking in the post-coital afterglow as you look around the room. Your attention is caught by your lingerie set in a heap on the floor by the bed and you can’t suppress a sudden giggle that falls out of your mouth.

“What?” asks Bucky, languidly pulling his head up to look at you.

“Oh it’s nothing” you titter dismissively.

“Try me” he presses.

“Well…” you nod to the floor. “When I put on that underwear yesterday I was hoping to get lucky. And I did…just not entirely the way I expected”.

Bucky groans. “Is it too much to ask that you don’t talk about wantin’ to fuck other men while I’m still inside you, please?” he scolds, an edge of anger within his restrained tone.

“You asked!” you tease him. “Also you’re not allowed to get mad about Peter anyway. What about Allegra?” you jab his ribs.

“Ow” he jerks up, pulling himself out of you and rolling onto his back. You grimace as you feel the collective spend seep out of you and onto his expensive sheets.

“Nothing happened with Allegra. I just wanted to make you jealous” he says casually as he sits up against the headboard.

You scowl. “Yeah, that was fun…”

“I said I was sorry” he grins, kissing you on the cheek. “Besides…it worked didn’t it?”

“Pig” you sneer, shoving him slightly.

He wraps you in his arms and locks you beneath him as you squeal and try to wrestle him off you. It feels so good to be here with him, you could almost be just two people enjoying each other’s company on a normal Saturday morning – you could almost trick yourself into forgetting the events of the last twenty four hours.

The roughhousing settles and you lay still for a bit. He spoons you from behind and you relish how the skin of your back feels against his bare chest. He’s so warm, so sturdy – you feel your eyelids getting heavy again as your body relaxes.

But then those thoughts creep back again, seeping into your brain and poisoning the glow.

“Buck…”

“Mmm” he says sleepily.

“What did you do to Pierce?” Your voice is slightly shaky.

There’s a pause. You can’t see him from this angle, but can feel him tense up behind you.

“Does it matter?” he counters.

“I suppose it doesn’t” you respond hazily. “Is he dead?”

“Yes” Bucky shoots back immediately, his tone unemotional. “None of them will ever come near you again. I promise”.

You nod. He draws you closer to him, his metal arm snaking around your torso. You run your fingers over it. Again you’re drawn to its beauty, the intricacy, the contrast of strength and flexibility. You think back to when he made you climax with this arm in his car, quivering against him as he played your body perfectly.

But he’s also used it to kill, to maim. For violence and misery. It strikes you that his arm is a metaphor for his own duality – to you he’s the charming man you see in quiet moments, who makes you laugh and steals your breath with his kisses – but to the outside world he’s a ruthless killer, a force to be reckoned with, striking fear into hearts of many.

“He told me about the Winter Soldier” you say, so quietly you’re not even sure he hears.

He goes rigid again. The air in the room seems thicker.

“That was a long time ago” he mumbles quietly.

You roll over to face him. He almost looks ashamed, his eyes staring off into the distance. You stroke his face and he leans into your hand.

“I’ve done a lot of terrible things” he mumbles.

His eyes are back on you again now.

“It’s not like that now. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not squeaky clean, but it’s nothing like it used to be. I try to keep my nose clean and we make most of our cash legitimately. What happened last night wasn’t a typical Friday night for me. But I do what I have to. It’s my job. I’ll never lie to you again Doll, I promise. But I need you to know – it means if you ask me something that doesn’t have a nice answer, I won’t sugar coat it”.

You nod, a brief chill running through you as you consider his words. You pull his face towards you as you lean in to kiss him.

“I know who you were, and I know who you are”.

[pear1escence]

Keegan P. Russ x fem!Reader

Take me into your skin

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Content Warnings: 18+, slight description of self harm (reader describes having scratched themselves before), nudity (no explicit sexual content but sensual touching), vague reference to intimacy, depressive behaviours (????), smoking, he bites you😒😒

A/N: Writing this was therapeutic. Self indulgent asf. Title is from ‘Mary of silence’ by Mazzy Star. Lyrics fit suprisingly well, and I also want to crawl into his skin and live there and be his little symbiote. He’s so. Ugh. He’s so daddy. Need him in my life and inside me as well.

Wordcount: 1,5k

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The apartment complex ahead is dark, save for one lonely room lit up by a bright TV-screen. Everyone else is asleep. You wonder what she’s doing awake at this time at night, the woman whose figure is barely illuminated on the couch. Maybe she can’t sleep. Maybe she’s waiting up for someone, you know that feeling. Your face twists into a frown, recalling the nights when you’d wait up for him for hours, when he wouldn’t come home, when you’d cry with worry, scratching at your skin with your fingernails to try and relieve yourself from the heavy feeling. There’s a sudden movement in the window which grabs your attention again. The woman grabs something from the table in front of her and turns her TV off, leaving the room empty, void of light.

You look up at the sky, eyes following the motions of a plane. Wondering what its destination is, what its passengers are thinking about. Why would anyone be travelling in the middle of September anyway? Work, maybe. Visiting family. It doesn’t matter to you, not really.

Time passes, and you keep staring out the window of Keegan’s apartment. Thinking. None of your thoughts matter. You think you’re trying to keep yourself occupied, you don’t want to feel, not when that nauseating feeling in your stomach won’t go away. You’re cold, your bare thighs shivering slightly on the tiles of his kitchen flooring. The handle of the cupboard to your back keeps scraping at your naked skin. You’re not fully there. Your mind dipping halfway into your little maze of thoughts. You want to crawl back in bed to Keegan. He’ll notice you left the bed. He’ll come into the kitchen and see you, almost naked on his kitchen floor. And then he’ll get worried. You don’t want him to worry.

You hear the familiar creak of his bedroom door, the pats of his feet on the floor as he looks for you in the living room, in the bathroom, and then in the kitchen. You smile as he finally steps around the counter, squatting down to get a proper look at you. Your smile is gone when you see the worried look on his face, hear the low murmur of your name from his lips. You’re quick to cover your bare breasts by pulling your knees up, embarrassed at your current state. His dark eyebrows are furrowed together, his hair tousled and messy from having just woken up.

His calloused hand reaches out to you, his thumb stroking over your cheek in back-and-forth motions. “Let’s get you back to bed, alright, pretty?” His voice is calm, but you hear the desperation in it. Of course he’s worried, this isn’t normal. It’s not normal to get out of bed half naked, away from your pillow of a partner, to sit and stare out of a window for half an hour. Maybe longer. You’re not sure how long it had been since you’d come into the kitchen.

You’re looking up at him through your lashes, your lips stay closed. Your gaze flickers from him to the window. You need a cigarette, you decide. You want to cuddle up to him and steal from the warmth of his body heat. You want to feel small in his lap with his arms around you. You lean into his hand, gaze now locked on his face. His outgrown stubble, pretty eyes, chapped lips. He needs some chapstick. He’s still pretty, you think. The stubble looks good on him.

Your voice is a whisper. A weak plead for him to stay up with you for a little while longer.

“Need a cigarette. Stay with me on the porch?” He smiles at hearing your voice. Sometimes you’d go mute on him. Not on purpose. You simply couldn’t bring yourself to speak, as if you were being choked. He takes it as a sign that you’re at the very least somewhat okay. His smile has your stomach fluttering.

“I’ll get you something to wear first, just wait here. Can’t have my girl catching a cold, can I?” He presses a kiss to your forehead, running his arm down your side before he’s back on his feet. My girl. You smile. His girl.

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He carries you out to the porch. Your body sways from side to side, the repetitive motion soothing you, as if you were rocking back and forth in a rocking chair. His clothes are old, but the fabric feels nice on your skin. Kind of him to give you his own clothes so yours won’t stink of cigarettes. You smile at the thought.

He’s looking down at you like you’re the most important thing in the world. His eyes look brighter in the moonlight, the usual pale blue color now yellow-y from the light shining off from the streetlights lining the road ahead. He’s all around you. His body, his touch, his scent. You prefer it like this, prefer it when you can barely think of anything else. You’re enveloped in softness. The warm wool blanket wrapped around the both of you, his clothes, the softness of his thighs under you.

The silence is comfortable. Neither of you speak as he lights you a cigarette, eyes smiling at the way you look up at him, cig in your mouth, his hand holding the lighter carefully.

You liked his apartment. His neighbours were quiet enough, although you’d embarrassingly caused him a few noise complaints during your past, late night visits. The air was filled with the low hum of cars passing by and the occasional drunken bickering. Smoke billowed into the space around you, the lights given off by the street-lamps causing it to appear as a dreamlike yellow before it disappears into the air.

Keegan has one arm wrapped around you, the other flickering ash off the porch. “How’s my girl doing?” His voice is a low, practically purring tone, his breath hot on your neck. “Feel better?” His hand makes its way underneath (his) your shirt to feel the softness of your skin. His hand runs up and down your side, not missing the opportunity to fondle your breasts as well, much to your dismay. He’s cold from having his hand out in the night air, causing you to shift away from his grip. You yelp at the cold feeling of his hands circling your nipples, the strong hold of his arm around you leaves you begging him to find a different stress relief toy.

Looking up at him, you snort at the stupid, boyish smile on his face. You stump your cigarette out on an ashtray, chucking the rest over the railing.

“You’re so stupid.” You mutter in exasperation towards your boyfriend, yelping again at the sudden pain in your neck, the man behind you biting you with a chuckle. Christ, he knew how to be an annoying little shit. He leans back to relax against his surprisingly comfortable outdoor sofa, all while laughing at his own stupid ideas. Haha. Funny. You roll your eyes, wiping your neck with (his) your sleeve. There was something sweet about his playfulness, the lightheartedness he carried himself with back home. His laughter was so boyish, annoying, sure, but sweet.

You force your smile down, trying to look serious. You turn your head to see him still chuckling. You raise your brow at him as if to ask; was it really that funny to you? He answers with a grin, a happy, mischievous one as if he was a boy getting scolded by his teacher, something like that. His arms lift you up, turning you around and pressing your body close to his.

He was a different person at work than he was here, with you. His work really did take a toll on him, anyone could tell. He seemed lighter now, like he was free from that worry. You place absent-minded kisses along his neck, his jawbone, and up to his cheek. His hands refuse to stay still, either roaming the skin of your torso or drawing circles in your hair.

“What’s on your mind?” He murmurs, his chin on your shoulder. You lean back to catch a proper look of his face. He looks so handsome. The light illuminating parts of his dark hair, his slightly flushed skin. He looks happy, like he’s not carrying a heavy load of trauma and responsibilities with him constantly. You like him like this. Sure, he’s annoying. And he just bit you, as if he were a cat, or something.

“Hmm?” You ask him lazily, drawing out the mmm with a smile. You’d gotten caught up with your thoughts, his question swirling into your little cocktail of rambles till it was forgotten.

He repeats the question, stroking your hair lovingly. You yawn, stretching your arms into the air and scrunching your face together. “If you were an animal, you’d be a cat. Like, one of those little black cats with anger issues.” You’re mumbling the words into his chest, half asleep by this point.

He can’t help the chuckle that escapes his mouth, wrapping you into the wool blanket to keep you warm as he carries you back inside. Your mumbles are half-assed protests for him to carry you back to the porch, at least that’s all Keegan could make out of your unintelligible half-asleep rambles. That, and a number of different reasons as to why your almost-asleep self was convinced Keegan resembled a cat.

That nauseous feeling in your stomach is gone. Forgotten in the midst of him.

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[allicat0]

Tell me you need me

♡ summary: its been a month of fighting against the first order, Poe misses you and needs to let go of some built up tension.

♡ content: MDNI!, afab reader, smut, domination, praise, degradation, making out, rough sex, oral sex, penetrative sex, big dick, dominant Poe, submissive reader.

A/N: I’ve been obsessing over Dameron lately and needed to write some good smut

Being ranked top pilot in the starfighters is a big responsibility, though it’s also the cause of his large ego. Many would say Poe thinks too highly of himself, cocky, arrogant, and that one day he was going to be knocked off his pedestal, but he worked for that position, the title commander doesn’t come without effort. The split second decisions that he was forced to make in the midst of battle weren’t easy and most of the time crucial, for not just him, but for the rest of his squad, and for the resistance. Stress came with the job, it was inevitable, though this month was like no other, frustration was high and patience was low. No breaks, no relaxation, having no room to let go of all of this built up irritation and decompress, but also no time to release himself in others. . pleasures.

This last month, Poe has wanted nothing more than to pump a large load onto his fellow pilot’s face. He couldn’t get his mind off of her, not after the last time. The way she looked up at him. .god his mind couldn't shake the thought. Her pure eyes looking up at him through her lashes as she rested down on her knees for him, and only him. The moment his squadron arrived back from their expedition, his check in with Leia was brief as he was determined to get back to his cordors, to finally get a moment to himself.

You were thrilled to hear that the Black squadron was back from their expedition, it's been awhile since they’ve been home and you were eager to see Poe once again. It didn’t take long until you arrived outside of Poe’s room, you hesitated. Your hand stopped right before you placed a knock on his door. What was stopping you? What was making you so nervous? It hasn’t been that long since you saw him, so what was making you so anxious? As you were about to knock, the door slid open, your eyes met him almost instantly. You watched as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Dameron?” His name leaving your mouth caused him to clench his jaw, the way you said his name, it drove him utterly insane. Even if there was no sexual intent behind it, it made the hairs on his arms stick up. Poe was quick to grip your arm, dragging you inside his room, hearing as the door to his room closed behind you, it left the two of you alone with each other's company.

There was silence for a moment, the only thing you could hear was the sound of your heart thumping against your chest. You found your eyes staring down by his feet rather than his eyes, not bringing yourself to look up at him. You could feel him looking down at you, his eyes were drilling into the top of your skull. As he lets go of your arm, his hand slowly makes its way up, pushing your hair behind your ear, allowing your face to be more visible for him. “Why won’t you look at me?” Poe let out in a soft whisper.

Your breath hitched, not a single word in reply to his question. Poe placed his index finger under your chin lifting your head up to look into his eyes directly. “Darling, please look at me.” he pleaded to you. Your eyes finally lock with his and a smug smirk spread across his face. Poe leaned close to your ear, and began kissing along your jaw. “This last month” he inhaled deeply “has been so . . fucking hard, being away from you.” his kisses starting to trail along your neck.

“Dameron i-” he quickly cut you off “don’t say my name like that darling or I won't be able to stop myself” His breath was hot against your skin, sending a chill against your spine. “Don't,” You said bluntly. Poe pulled his face away from the crook of your neck, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “Don’t stop.” You said looking up at him, giving him those eyes. . the eyes he couldn’t say no to, the eyes that got him here in the first place.

There was a pause for a moment, the two of you collecting your thoughts, before he finally leaned down pressing his lips against yours. His hands entangle through your hair holding your head in place. You let out a soft moan against his mouth from the sudden impact, kissing him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. It doesn’t last long before his tongue slips through the seam of your lips, tongues swirling with one another before he sucks on yours, parting away from you. Poe’s hands release your hair and travel down your sides halting at your hips pulling you closer. Lips smashing with one another once more. It wasn’t something you could explain but his touch was addicting and you couldn’t get enough. He was your own personal drug.

You break free of the kiss, a trail of saliva breaking at your departure, leaving the two of you to catch your breath in the process. Poe was eager, he wanted more, he didn’t want it to end. Moving into another kiss his lips stop before yours, lips brushing against each other. “Tell me you need me. .” Poe pleaded softly to you. “Tell me that you need me. . and I’ll be yours. .” His words sunk deep into your core, causing you to bite the bottom of your lip giving it a second thought. You wanted him, there was no denying these feelings. You wanted him and him alone. You nod your head answering his pleas, but he was unsatisfied and shook his head “ No baby, I need you to use your words.”

Pausing for just a moment, you work up the courage to give in to your desires “I need you ” You say “need me to what?” He retaliates quickly. “To touch me.” That's all he needed to hear, and in one swift motion he dragged you over to his cot, hands still placed against your hips. He pulls at the bottom of your tank top signalling you do put your arms up and that you did. Poe pulled your tank top over your head exposing your bare chest, your nipples stiffen from the cold brushing against them. He quickly guides you onto his cot, using your elbows to keep upright.

The sensation of Poe’s hot mouth latching onto your breast before running his tongue against your nipple sends a shiver down your spine. He was gentle with your breast switching between the two giving both sides the attention they deserved. His lips travelled, kissing each breast before slowly trailing down your stomach stopping just at the hem of your pants. Poe’s two index fingers come up and latch onto your pants pulling them down and off, leaving you in just your panties. He was quick to dip his head in between your legs, planting gentle kisses on the inners of your thighs, feeling his beard pricking against your soft skin, causing you to grow impatient. “Stop teasing me” You let out a whine. Poe look’s up at you from in between your legs with a smirk “I'm not teasing, you’re just impatient” You could feel how wet you were growing by the minute, his touch was enough to make you weep. His fingers come up to your core running them gently against the wet fabric of your panties. “I’ve barely even touched you and yet you're so wet for me” You could hear his shit eating grin in his words.

Within a split second he pulled off your panties and quickly dived back in between your legs planting a kiss against your wet pussy, sending a shiver down your spine. A whine escapes your throat as Poe’s tongue begins to suck on your clit, lapping his tongue over it in the process. His hands hooked onto the unders of your knees holding your legs up and open, so you were unable to close them in the process. Your hands reach down and entangle with his hair, holding his head in place. He knew what he was doing, and it showed. The amount of pleasure that was rushing through your body was indescribable. You bite down on your bottom lip trying your best to muffle your moans in the process, causing Poe to pull away. “Let me hear your moans baby” He said, letting his lips hover over your pussy, his hot breath causing your body to slightly jerk. “Let them hear how amazing I’m making you feel” He loved seeing the way you squirmed to his touch.

Your hands reach up to the pillow your head is resting on and gripping it tight as Poe continues to eat you out, You feel your high growing, you’re gaining closer to the edge. To your release. Poe doesn’t stop, he keeps messily fucking you with his tongue, feeling as you’re growing closer to cumming.

“Ah -fuck,” You moan out before the built up knot in your stomach finally releases onto his tongue, but he doesn’t stop, he keeps going, your eyes widen as he continues to eat you out through your orgasm. His hand leaves your knees, inserting two of his fingers into your slick pussy, pumping into you slowly, unmatching the rhythm of his tongue. The sensation is causing your legs to shake, as you were already chasing your next orgasm, the second one closer then the first. “Come on pretty girl, cum on my fingers. .” Poe said, guiding you. He knew the right spots to push you over the edge, your orgasm was creeping up closer by the second and before you knew it you were cumming for him once again, your pussy clamping down on his fingers. “That’s my girl” Poe said while pulling his fingers out of you, licking the sear wet slick of your cum off his fingers.

Your head moves to look down at him but he’s already right there, face inches from yours, his movements were alway so quick, or maybe your mind was moving so slow, you could no longer tell. The tips of his index and ring finger slip past your lips placing them on top of your tongue making you taste yourself on his fingers. Your lips wrap around his fingers and slowly suck the last of your juices off of him. Your hands began to wander, palming him through his pants, he was already so stiff the brush of your hand over his cock was enough to make him groan. “Do you see how crazy you make me?” Poe said, watching as your hand trails against him.

He was quick to get up and off the cot, leaving you there, repositioning yourself onto your knees. You watched as he pulled his shirt up and over his head, following through by unbuckling his belt, tugging his pants and boxers down in the process, revealing his large thick and swollen cock. Reaching out and taking it in your hand, your tongue dragging itself across the slit of his sensitive tip before you swirl it around the head, sending a shiver down his spine. Your lips hallow over the head of his cock, tongue placed at the base slowly moving your head back and forth. “Fuck thats it” Poe groaned under his breath looking down at you as his hand entangles through your hair, guiding your head, bobbing it faster.

You pull your head back to catch a breath releasing his cock from your mouth, saliva running down your chin. Poe couldn’t get over the sight, seeing you like this was his favourite thing in the world. His hand cupped your cheek caressing his thumb softly against your skin. He looked in thought, what was he thinking? “Dameron?” You let out almost in a light whisper, his breath hitched, pushing you down on your back once again, he didn’t even respond, not a single word. Poe positioned your legs around his torso and lined the tip of his cock at your entrance.

It all happened so quick you weren’t sure how to react, his hands placed on your hips, pushing himself into you, you gasped at his cock stretching you out, sinking deeper into you. Poe didn’t wait for adjustment; he was impatient and couldn’t wait any longer. Your hands placed at his torso, pushing him away so he would calm down, he pulled back slightly just so he could pound back into you ignoring your attempt. Your face contorted into pure pleasure letting out a loud moan.

“Holy. Fuck Dameron! W-wait!” You called out to him. Poe’s grip tightened on your hips and picked up the pace, repeatedly slamming himself into you. “Shitt you feel so good, pretty girl” Poe groaned through the back of his throat. His hands place themselves on the back of your knees pushing them up to your head “You’re taking me so well.” He let out once more.

You couldn’t process words, your mind was fog, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he pumped into you. You were already sensitive enough from the last two orgasm’s that you could feel another one coming around the corner. The sound of your combined moans and slapping skin filled the room. Your eyes locked on his, watching his chain swing with the rhythm of your thrusts. This was like no other. His free hand went down to your pussy once again, his thumb teasing your clit, as he continued to pump into you. He felt as you began to clamp down on him, a smug look growing on his face once more. “Are you gonna cum?” you frequently nodded your head, words barley coming to you. “Yes, fuck.” You just barely make out. “Then beg.” Poe said with a stern voice, causing your eyebrows to furrow, was he serious? “Beg me, to let you cum.” He said once more clarifying your questions. “Mm please, please let me cum” you plead out to him. His breathing is becoming as heavy and hitched as your own, was he trying to cum with you? “Please Dameron, I wanna cum so bad” You moaned out once more. You could see his jaw clench he was breaking, his thrust were becoming sloppy and out of rhythm, he was just as close as you were. “Fuck, your pussy’s clenching on me so tight” you could feel the knot in your stomach grow. “agh, I don’t- Ah fuck I’m gonna cum.” You cry out to him “that’s it baby. Cum for me” Your legs fall and wrap around his waist, as you cum on his cock, your legs shake once again, as you run your hands through his hair, tugging on it slightly. You moans were like sympathy to his ears. Poe thrusted into you one last time cummimg, his cum filling you up. The two of you were breathless, chest rising and falling trying your best to catch your breath.

Poe leaned down and placed one soft kiss against your lips, It was more than just a kiss; it was a proclamation of love, a silent promise of everything they had ever dreamed of. Time stood still as you lost yourself in the intoxicating passion of each other's embrace, the moment etched into your minds. Pulling away not long after he looked into your eyes. . just for a moment, gathering his thoughts. A gentle smile played on your lips, a reflection of the tenderness in your heart. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch feather-light yet filled with a depth of emotion that words could never capture. The two of you didn't need to speak; the silence between you was enough. “I want nothing more than to be the reason you smile,” Poe said to you in a light whisper.

@allicat0 signing off

[justalonelybitch]

Love Me In The Light

Yunjin x F!Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Swearing, Yelling, Arguments, Broken Promises

Word Count: 4.9k

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Part One Part Two

A soft smile crept onto your lips at the sound of Yunjin humming quietly to herself, plucking at the strings of her guitar. You silently slipped into her room, carefully closing the door behind you and leaning back against the wall. She continued to strum the instrument gently, her brows pinched as she focused on the leather notebook before her. The rhythmic tune bounced off the walls, floating through the room before coming to an abrupt halt as she groaned in frustration. Hunching over her guitar, Yunjin scribbled furiously on the notebook, grumbling under her breath. Her head snapped up when an amused giggle escaped your lips, nose scrunching up as she dropped the pencil.

“How long have you been there?” Yunjin questioned with furrowed brows, leaning her guitar against a nearby chair and snapping her notebook shut. “Not long,” you mumbled, padding towards the bed she sat atop. “It sounds nice,” you complimented sincerely, taking a seat beside her. “You really think so?” She asked with a hopeful grin, eyes shining in anticipation. You hummed in agreement, lazily draping your arms around her shoulders. Beamed at you, her eyes crinkling into crescents as she tenderly pressed her forehead against yours. “I missed you today,” Yunjin whispered, a pout adorning her lips. “I’m here now,” you chuckled, letting your lips linger just short of hers. Yunjin eagerly chased your lips as you playfully leaned your head back.

“Let me kiss you,” she whined, a melodious laugh slipping past your parted lips at her eagerness. She grinned brightly, distracted by the heavenly sound momentarily. Yunjin pushed you down into her bed with a huff, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss as she hovered carefully above you. You smiled as her lips finally brushed against yours, sighing blissfully as you basked in the moment. “We have the day off tomorrow,” you mentioned between kisses, lips brushing against hers. Pulling back, Yunjin stared down at you smugly, raising a perfectly sculpted brow. “You have something in mind?” She questioned, eyes dancing with curiosity. Humming, you teasingly nudge your nose against hers, a mischievous glint shining in your eyes. 

“It’s been ages since we’ve spent quality time together,” you sighed, the older girl leaning down to peck your lips in reassurance. “Then we’ll spend the day together,” she promised, gently caressing your cheek with the pad of her thumb. A bright smile tugged at the corners of your lips, Yunjin mirroring your expression with her own excitement. She rolled off you with a content smile, lifting herself from the bed and shuffling towards her window. Tilting your head up to watch her, you chuckled as she dramatically drew open the curtains, revealing the clear night sky. “It’s been a while since we’ve star gazed,” she mumbled reminiscently, flicking the lights off. You smiled as she trudged back to bed, laughing as she stumbled in the darkness.

“You’re mean,” she huffed indignantly, an expression of faux offence plastered on her features. “But you love me,” you grinned playfully, yelping as she pinched your thigh. Laying down beside you, the older girl glared at the stars, arms crossed over her chest. “Don’t be mad~” You pleaded with a teasing smile, poking her shoulder repeatedly. “Yunjin unnie,” you whined, shifting closer to her and nuzzling your face into her shoulder. “I love you~” your voice was muffled by her shoulder, but she heard you loud and clear, a blush dusting her cheeks. “Stop it,” Yunjin groaned, pushing you away lightly. “Stop what?” You asked innocently, staring up at her with mirth filled eyes. “Being so cute,” she grumbled, turning away from you to get a better view of the starry night.

“Unnie?” You spoke into the silence, receiving a distracted hum in response. “You didn’t say it back,” you pointed out, a pout adorning your lips. “Hmm?” Yunjin grumbled, the dull glow of the moon barely illuminating her room. “Say it back,” you pleaded, forehead creased in a frown. “Say what?” She inquired, a smile creeping onto her face as you continuously tapped her shoulder to get her attention. “You know what I mean,” you whined incredulously, burying your head in her hair, inhaling her comforting sweet scent. “I’m afraid you’re gonna have to be a little more specific,” she teased, refusing to give in just yet. “Don’t you love me?” She broke her facade instantly at the quiet question that rolled off your tongue, spinning around to face you.

“Of course I do, I love you so much,” she assured with a sincere smile. Her eyes filled with fondness at the way you grinned up at her triumphantly. “You wanna watch the run rise together?” She proposed, tugging you into her side, bringing you impossibly closer. You hummed in agreement, happily resting your head on her chest with a content smile. “Look, it’s a shooting star!” Yunjin exclaimed, a gasp flying past your lips at the fascinating view before you. “Quick, make a wish!” You rushed out, eyes glued to the once in a lifetime sighting, lips parting in awe. The older girl glanced down at you, eyes swirling with adoration. “I already have everything I want,” Yunjin mumbled thoughtfully, watching with a fond smile as you stared at the stars obliviously.

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“What movie are we watching?” You questioned, taking a seat beside Eunchae on the couch. She squealed in excitement, beginning to animatedly tell you about the film, an eager grin spreading across her face as you listened carefully. You barely even noticed Yunjin shuffle into the room with a tired smile, plopping down next to you. Eyes straying from the youngest for a moment, you tried to ignore the way your heart ached in your chest as Yunjin shifted as far away from you as physically possible. The older girl shot you a subtle apologetic glance before scooting as far as the arm of the couch would allow her too, uncomfortably pressed against it. Suppressing a scoff, you turned back to face Eunchae, focussing your attention on her until Chaewon flicked the lights off and the movie began.

Your hand unconsciously crept closer to Yunjin, longing to do something as simple as holding her hand. Sucking your lip between your teeth, you glanced to where her own hand rested on the couch cushion, hoping the darkness would mask your next action. Inhaling sharply, you hesitantly reached out, fingers brushing lightly against hers. Holding your breath hopefully, you flinched as she jerked her hand back in an instant, her gaze flickering around the room fearfully. Shooting a pointed glare your way, she shook her head in warning, turning back to face the movie with a scowl plastered on her features. You let your gaze linger on her for a moment longer, hoping it was just your imagination, but you knew better by now. Huh Yunjin only loved you in the darkness of the night, when it was just the two of you and none of the worries the world held weighing you down.

As hard as you tried to focus on the film, it was a hopeless feat when your mind was racing with thoughts you struggled to keep up with. Being with Yunjin was like a dream, everything was always perfect when the two of you were together. When you were alone nothing else mattered, the confines of her room serving as a perfect environment for your love to blossom. But everyone has to wake up eventually. The first time you had approached Yunjin in public, she had avoided you like the plague. You were hurt and confused, but she had assured you the following night that it was a necessary means to maintain your relationship without facing judgement from those around you. It was understandable, and you were in too deep to argue.

Hiding a relationship from everyone in your life was far more exhausting than you’d initially anticipated. Lying was one thing, but having to act like you didn’t even care for the one person you loved the most was hell. You wished Yunjin would at least drop a part of the act and be friendly with you in public, but she wouldn’t budge. Even when your alleged hatred for one another swarmed the media she didn’t bat an eye, as long as it wasn’t a dating rumour then everything was peachy in her books. The one thing you couldn’t seem to wrap your head around was how cold she was to you in front of the members, your closest friends. The media was something you happily agreed to avoid exposing your relationship to, but you didn’t think that warranted acting like you despise one another in front of your closest confidants.

Lifting yourself from the couch with a sigh, you instantly received questioning glances from all your members. Well, all but Yunjin, who stared ignorantly at the television screen. “Everything alright?” Sakura questioned, your eyes lingering on Yunjin hopefully before giving up and turning to face your eldest member. “Yeah, just tired from practice. I’m gonna head to bed,” they all nodded in understanding, letting you disappear into your room without further questioning. Yunjin glanced after your retreating figure, lips pursed and features guilt stricken, her shoulders sagged. She wanted to go after you and apologise, but she couldn’t. The members were all there, it would be too obvious if she left now, she couldn’t risk being caught, her fears wouldn’t allow her to do something so reckless.

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No matter how much you tossed and turned to get comfortable, sleep continuously eluded you. Your mind was buzzing with endless questions you had no answers to, an irritated huff flying past your lips. The faint vibration of your phone had your eyes flickering to the device with furrowed brows, wondering who would be messaging you at such a late hour of the evening. Rolling closer to your bedside table, you reached for your phone with squinted eyes. Fumbling to grasp the device, you winced as the bright screen came to life, momentarily blinding you. Rubbing your eyes as you clumsily typed in the password, blinking in mild surprise at the displayed text.

Jen💘: Are you awake?

As you began to type in an answer, the door creaked open, a familiar head of hair peeking through the gap. “Unnie?” You questioned into the darkness of your room, met by silence, feeling the bed dip beside you mere moments later. An arm came to rest gently across your torso, a soft, warm breath tickling your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. “I’m sorry,” Yunjin whispered regretfully, tightening her grip around you. Remaining quiet, you stared up at the ceiling, gnawing anxiously on the inside of your cheek. “You know we can’t tell anyone, Y/n. We’re still so new to the industry, a scandal like this could ruin us,” she explained with a sad smile. Turning to face the wall, you brushed her arm off you. 

“I’m not stupid Yunjin, I know we can’t tell anyone. I just wish we could at least act like friends,” you reasoned with a sigh, tone laced with exhaustion as you closed your eyes in hopes of finding sleep. “I want that too, but I’m so scared that I’ll slip up and someone will realise that we’re more than just friends.” She mumbled in frustration, no matter what she did it seemed there was always a negative consequence awaiting her. She was selfish, she wanted her dream job and her dream girl, but at what cost. Yunjin knew that she was hurting you, to numb her guilty conscience she would always attempt to make up for it with loving nights. Although she could see the effect her constant mood changes had on you, more noticeably your relationship.

Spending a romantic night with Yunjin only to meet her harsh glare in the kitchen the next morning when you’d try to approach her was giving you constant whiplash. Getting drunk on her love for you, only to be met with the worst hangover you’ve ever experienced in the form of her cold demeanour. At some point you began to question whether your relationship was real or just a figment of imagination you’d conjured up in your head. If Yunjin really loved you, or if it were all just some sick game to her. The thought alone made you feel sick to your stomach. Perhaps the way she acted around everyone else was her true feelings towards you, but then there were the good parts. When no one else was there she was the best lover one could ask for. Kind, considerate, loving, you would never be able to stop loving her for all those reasons, no matter the hurt.

“Y/n? I truly am sorry,” Yunjin apologised once more, voice expressing her sincerity. “I forgive you,” you sighed, unable to stay mad at her. “Really?” She asked unsurely, hesitantly snaking an arm around you, lips brushing against the back of your neck. Humming absentmindedly, you stared blankly at the wall ahead of you. “Can we at least be a little more friendly in front of the members?” You proposed, feeling her nod instantly, nose nudging your neck. “I’ll try to be better, for you,” she promised, sealing it with a gentle kiss to your skin. The ghost of a smile crept onto your lips at her words, hopeful that things would begin to change for the better. Yunjin beamed as you brought your hand down to rest atop hers, tugging her arms tightly around you before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

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You stared at the camera with a practiced smile, nodding along to your members' answers to the questions that began to flood in the second you went live. Glancing down at your phone, you watched as a stream of comments flew past, one particularly nasty one catching your eye. Your shoulders tensed as another few directed to you popped up on the screen, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. The feeling of Yunjin’s leg subtly brushing against yours brought you some comfort, but it wasn’t enough. You were seated behind Chaewon, so nothing below your chest was visible to the camera. With that in mind, you cautiously laced your pinky with Yunjin’s in search of support. The action was unnoticeable to viewers, and yet the older girl ripped her hand away as if it had been burned by a scorching heat

Pursing your lips, you dropped your gaze to your lap, resorting to nervously fiddling with your fingers. A bitter smile adorned your face, catching sight of Yunjin glancing at you warily from the corner of your eye. Resisting the urge to scoff at her sudden attentiveness, you picked at the skin of your fingers. “Unnie?” Kazuha gently tapped your thigh, capturing your attention. “There’s a question for you,” she informed with a grin, pointing to Eunchae who held a glint of mischief in her chocolate brown orbs. Sending Kazuha a tight lipped smile, you turned to the youngest with raised brows. “If you were a guy, which member would you date?” Eunchae read the question aloud with a smug smile, enjoying the chaos that ensued the second the words rolled off her tongue.

Humming thoughtfully, you glanced at each member, a blush spreading across your face at the absurdity of it all. While saying Yunjin’s name would be the obvious truth, you were certain the older girl would have some choice words to say about it. Then again, you couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t be mad if you said anyone else but her. Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth in contemplation, your gaze landed on the girl in front of you. “Uh.. Chaewon unnie,” you blurted out, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly. The leader leaned back against you with a victorious smirk, playfully sticking her tongue out at the other girls who whined in protest, an indistinguishable blush dusting her cheeks. 

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“I thought we talked about this,” Yunjin muttered, running a hand through her hair in frustration. You watched her pace back and forwards with a frown, shaking your head in disbelief. “No one even saw,” you mumbled tiredly, referring to your brushed off attempt at affection during the live. “Still!” She shouted, startling you with her volume. “I’m not ready, what can’t you understand about that?!” She questioned incredulously. Huffing, you lifted yourself from the bed, stepping cautiously closer to her. “I would never force you to come out,” you whispered, hurt that such a thought would ever cross her mind. “Then why the fuck do you keep trying you be so clingy in public?” She yelled, forehead creasing in a frown as you flinched back, hurt crossing your features.

“Because I needed you,” you uttered weakly, tears springing to your eyes. “I needed you and you couldn’t even be there for me as a friend,” you stated, watching as Yunjin wordlessly poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue, anger diminishing in an instant. “I’m sorry, but you know we can’t risk getting caught,” she excused her behaviour, muttering a half assed apology. “So Kkura unnie can sit in your lap, but I can’t even hold your hand?” You questioned in bewilderment, raising an unimpressed brow as she stumbled over her words. “That’s different, Y/n,” she murmured, tongue caught between her teeth as she stared down at you. “How?!” You exclaimed incredulously, frowning deeply at her. “It just is,” Yunjin whispered, too proud to admit her wrongs.

“Do you know how much it hurts when you look at me like I’m fucking disgusting?” You spoke, tone laced with sadness as your voice shook unsteadily. Yunjin reached out in an attempt to console you, but this time it was you who brushed her off harshly. “It sucks that you can’t even act like a friend,” you continued, angrily swiping away the tears that spilled from your eyes. “Sometimes I wonder if you even actually love me, if you ever really did,” you mumbled, gaze glued to the floor in defeat. “Of course I do,” Yunjin assured softly, grasping your hands in her own. “Then why doesn’t it feel like it?” Your voice cracked mid-sentence, getting quieter with each word. The older girl blinked back her own tears at your sudden question, heart aching painfully in her chest.

“Please believe me when I say that I do, I love you so much, Y/n.” She pleaded with you, giving your hands a gentle squeeze. “I think it would be more believable if you told me you hated me,” you smiled sadly, a watery chuckle leaving your lips. “I could never hate you, baby,” Yunjin assured, offering you a smile that barely reached her glassy eyes. “Then why..?” You trailed off, not trusting your voice to continue. The older girl looked down to you apologetically, releasing your hands to cup your cheeks. “I’m sorry,” was all she could muster up, there was nothing that could excuse that hurt she’d inflicted upon you. “I don’t want to be the reason you cry,” she whispered, bringing your face closer to hers.

“I wish I wasn’t like this,” she muttered regretfully, forehead pressed to yours as her eyes fluttered closed. “I want to be better for you,” Yunjin said. As much as you wanted to believe her, that was a promise she’d broken once before and you weren’t sure if you were willing to take that risk again. “Let me fix things,” she proposed, sniffling as she wiped your tears with the pads of her thumbs. “I’ll do it right this time,” she claimed, pressing her lips to your nose. “Please,” she begged, chocolate brown orbs swirling with hope as she met your gaze. Just as you parted your lips to speak, three gentle knocks on Yunjin’s bedroom door stopped you.

Squeezing her eyes shut in irritation, Yunjin reluctantly stepped away from you to open the door. “I heard yelling, is everything alright?” You heard Chaewon’s voice, unable to see her as Yunjin blocked the gap in the door with her body. “Sorry, I was on the phone to a friend,” the main vocalist lied easily, your hopes fading away at the words that effortlessly slipped past her lips without a second thought. The rest of their exchange fell dead in your ears, heart aching painfully in your chest. She couldn’t even stand to be seen with you, the thought played on your mind like a broken record, over and over again. You stared blankly at the back of Yunjin’s head, eyes dull and shoulders sagged in defeat.

Yunjin whipped around to face you the instant she shut the door, her smile dropping at the sight of your slouched figure. She approached you cautiously with furrowed brows, forehead creased in a frown as you met her gaze, eyes a void of any emotion. She blinked in surprise as you abruptly rose to your feet, fists clenched tightly by your sides. The moment she met your harsh glare, realisation washed over her features, guilt eating away at her. You stared at her for a few moments, gritting your teeth before moving forwards. “Fuck you, Huh Yunjin,” you seethed with a clenched jaw, bumping her shoulder as your brushed past her. “Y/n wait,” she called after you, but you were already slamming the door in her face before she could get another word in. 

The moment you stepped out the door, fresh tears cascaded down your cheeks, a sob threatening to rip from your throat. Your gaze flickered around the hall, eyes finding Chaewon’s. The older girl sent you a sympathetic smile, ushering you into her arms. You rushed into her embrace, allowing her to sway you from side to side as she combed a comforting hand through your hair. The leader guided you to your room, giving in and laying down beside you when you wouldn’t let go of her, clinging desperately to your side. She didn’t bat an eye when the door to your room opened in the middle of the night, already aware of who it was. Chaewon would talk to Yunjin later, for now you, who lay sound asleep, snuggled up to her side, were her only priority. 

~~

It was early the next morning when Chaewon slipped out of your room, heading for the kitchen. She stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of a distraught Yunjin sitting atop the couch, face buried in the palms of her hands. “You’re an idiot,” Chaewon huffed, alarming the younger girl who whipped her head in shock. The main vocalist's cheeks were stained with tears, eyes red and puffy from hours of endless crying. “You think I don’t already know that?” Yunjin asked tiredly, running a stressed hand through her hair. Plopping down on the couch with a sigh, the older girl patted her back sympathetically. “You can still fix things, you know?” The leader commented, offering her an understanding smile. 

Yunjin shook her head rapidly in disagreement, eyes downcast on the floor. “I fucked up really bad, she probably hates me now.” The younger girl muttered dejectedly, pinching the bridge of her nose. “That’s not true,” Chaewon assured, rubbing soothing circles on her back. “You don’t even know what happened,” Yunjin pointed out, staring at the girl before her with raised brows. “You’d be surprised,” the leader chuckled, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re not as subtle as you think,” Chaewon grinned smugly, cocking her head to the side. The main vocalist looked to the older in confusion, brows sewn together as she pursed her lips thoughtfully. “So all the bullshit I put her through has been for no reason?” Yunjin questioned incredulously, wincing in realisation.

“Look, I get that you’re trying to protect her, but doing it like this is only making things worse.” Chaewon spoke carefully, watching as the girl before her nodded in understanding. “I know that now, but it’s already too late,” Yunjin groaned in annoyance, mad at herself for all the mistakes she’d made. “Maybe, but there’s no harm in trying. You have nothing to lose afterall,” Chaewon suggested with a smile. “Besides, if you don’t take this chance, someone else might.” The leader joked, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Yunjin snapped her head up to face the older girl in disbelief, eyes wide at the implication of her words. The main vocalist glanced at her sceptically, eyes narrowed in uncertainty. “Then what do you suggest I do?” She asked, giving the leader her full attention.

“It’s simple really,” Chaewon chuckled, enjoying teasing the younger girl. Yunjin shot a glare her way, clearly unimpressed by the words that rolled off her tongue, yet she’d hang onto every word if it meant a chance at getting you back. “Stop making empty promises and start proving your words with actions,” Chaewon advised, sending the girl a reassuring smile. Yunjin stared back at her with wide eyes, if only she’d thought of that sooner then maybe this wouldn’t be such a mess. The sound of light footsteps on hardwood brought both their gazes to the hallway. You appeared with a tired smile, waving to Chaewon and moving towards the kitchen as if Yunjin didn’t exist. The main vocalist hated it with all her being, she despised herself for making you feel this way for so long. She’d done the exact same thing to you countless times, Yunjin hated herself for making you feel so insignificant because of her stupid fears.

“What are you waiting for?” Chaewon asked, nodding her head in your direction as she nudged Yunjin. “What if-” “Hurry up before I take her off your hands,” the leader urged, teasing her with a smug smirk. Yunjin stumbled to her feet with wide eyes, blinking at the leader in surprise. She raced towards the kitchen, only coming to a halt when the older girl called her name one last time. Yunjin stared at her impatiently, brows raised incredulously. “If you hurt her again, you’re dead,” Chaewon warned, pointing an accusatory finger at the younger girl. The main vocalist nodded her head hurriedly, struggling to stay on her feet as she rushed to the kitchen.

“Hey,” Yunjin mumbled awkwardly upon stepping into the kitchen, internally facepalming at her poor choice of words. “What do you want?” You asked, voice so unusually cold it sounded foreign to you. “Um.. well.. you see.. uh,” she stuttered over her words, scratching her head in contemplation, nose scrunched up in thought. “I don’t have all day,” you muttered in exasperation, arms crossed over your chest defensively. “Give me another chance!” Yunjin blurted out, finding no better way to say it. “How many times are we gonna do this, Yunjin? It always ends the same way and I’m getting tired of waiting for something to change,” you muttered, running a hand through your hair. “Please, let me prove that I can be better,” she begged, taking a hesitant step closer.

“I don’t know if I can do it again, Yunjin,” you muttered tiredly, forehead creased in a frown. “It will be different this time, trust me. Just one more chance, that’s all I ask for,” she pleaded, hand brushing against your shoulder. Huffing, you uncrossed your arms, letting them fall to your sides. “This is your last chance,”  you grit out, still angered by last night's events. Yunjin squeaked joyfully, unable to stop herself from bringing you into her arms and spinning you round in excitement. “Put me down,” you whined, smacking her shoulder with a hint of a smile tugging at your lips. “I haven’t forgiven you yet,” you mumbled, her lips jutting out in a pout as the words rolled off your tongue. “Well then I guess I have some work to do,” she exclaimed enthusiastically, drawing you into another hug that you reluctantly reciprocated.

“If we’re gonna do this, you’re starting from square one.” You declared, Yunjin’s brows furrowing in confusion at your words. “That means repairing our friendship first, and if you make it that far, then we can talk about our relationship.” You explained, the older girl nodding along to your every word. “Wait, does that mean no kisses?” She questioned, frowning deeply at the thought. “We’ll see about that,” you mumbled with flushed cheeks, turning away from the older girl. She smiled brightly at you, beaming when you didn’t take her kisses completely off the table. “I think we should celebrate!” Yunjin announced with a grin, disregarding your clear puzzlement. “How about dinner with the girls?” She proposed. “You’re not gonna ignore me, are you?” You questioned, staring up to her in uncertainty. “Never again,” Yunjin promised, smiling softly at you.

Chaewon observed the reconciliation from afar, a bittersweet smile adorning her lips. She was happy for the two of you, but she couldn’t help but long for something herself. She felt her smile unconsciously widen as her gaze flickered to you, eyes softening at the sight of your beautiful grin. She felt her heartbeat accelerate wildly in her chest as you threw your head back, a melodious laugh slipping past your lips carelessly. Shaking her head in an attempt to rid herself of the thoughts that flooded her mind, she sighed sadly. The burden of being a leader meant giving up her happiness for the sake of others, but it felt slightly more bearable each time she was rewarded with the perfect view of your timid smile. Chaewon wanted to be selfish, she wanted to hope that you would slip through Yunjin’s fingers and into her arms. But she couldn’t bring herself to wish that upon you, she was content just knowing you were happy, and that was all she needed.

[mxlktxa]

do what you know is right

🍓☽。･:*:･ pairing; abby anderson x f!reader c/w; language, arguments, suggestive content a/n; this isnt anything too serious just some fluff 🍓☽。･:*:･

My mind raced as I thought about those two children Abby made us leave behind. Were they okay? Why did we have to leave them? They may have been our enemy, but they were just kids!

My bag had been packed since early morning, knowing that I would most likely set out on my own to get them back. I just knew Abby wouldn't even think twice about going back for them and there was most likely no convincing her either. I glanced back at her as she slept behind me, chest rising and falling.

"I'm sorry, Abs," I whispered in her direction, walking over to kiss her forehead. Her lips softly morphed into a little smile, barely noticeable though.

I walked back to the couch that I had my things on, picking up my backpack and setting it on my shoulders comfortably, glancing at Abby one last time.

Maybe I should tell Owen before I leave, so she doesn't worry about me.

"Why're you up so early?"

Speak of the devil. I turned to the doorway, meeting Owen's eyes as he scanned my posture and pointed at my backpack, "you got somewhere to be?"

"Uh- I-. Sort of?" I muttered, shrugging my shoulders, "I need to go check a small area really quick. I think I dropped something important somewhere. I need it back immediately."

Owen furrowed his brows, shuffling into the room and tilting his head, "I know when you're lying, Y/N. You do that thing with your eyes and pout a little too. We may not be close but you're easy to read," Owen huffed, sitting at the table in front of me and clasping his hands together.

We stared at each other in silence, my eyes wandering around the room, chest ready to burst at the slightest inhale I could take. I threw my head back, groaning, "listen, man. Abby and I came across these two kids and I need to go back for them or else I'm going to explode and die from the guilt that's building up." I sputtered, leaning forward like a pleading child who was too scared to explain themselves.

"Jesus, fu-, no, Y/N, no."

"Owen, please! I need to get them! They're going to die out there by themselves!"

"You just want to play the mother role for those kids. You're not risking your life for something like this."

"Owen, they're kids!" I whined, balling my hands up and trying my best to keep my voice down. I was on the verge of tears, ready to get on my hands and knees to beg Owen to let me out and tell Abby that I would be safe, "Owen, they need someone to protect-"

"Why are you bending backwards for those fucking kids, Y/N? They're probably dead already anyways. Get over it, get over them. You can't be the mother they need," Owen towered over me, one hand balled up into a fist and the other resting on my shoulder.

"Get away from her, Owen," Abby demanded. We both glanced to Abby, Owen seemingly ready to shit himself even with the brave façade he acted with and I trudged over to her, dropping to my knees instantly.

"Abby, we have to go after them. They couldn't have gone far. I need to know they're okay. I'll do anything, Abby, anything," I pleaded, lowering my head into her lap to hide the tears that were falling down.

"Owen... Give us a minute," Abby sighed, her hand resting on the back of my head and stroking my hair a bit. The door shut roughly, causing me to immediately pick up my head and continue my begging with just my eyes, "Y/N. They're Scars."

"Yes, Abby, I know, but you know where I stand when it comes to children. I can't just leave them out there. The girl, she has a broken arm. The bone is shattered, it won't heal whatsoever, and that little boy might not be capable of protecting himself and his sister."

"Baby-"

"Abby, I'm begging you!" I yelled, grabbing a fistful of her shirt in either hand, absolutely a wreck now, "they're just kids, I can't do this. I know you feel guilty too. Do what you know is right, Abby."

"Then we'll go get them," she gave in. She really gave in. A smile replaced my frown, eyes almost instantly dry, "we can go and get them but if they betray us, you have to discipline them."

"I know. I know, thank you, I know," I smiled, lifting myself up to straddle the woman in front of me and plant kisses on her lips and throw my arms around her shoulders to hug her.

Her hands gripped my waist, hips moving as if to want to fuck into me, and a smile forming into our kiss. Abby drew out some grunts, now roughly kneading my body like dough.

"I'd give you the world if I could. And if it were in better condition."

"I wouldn't want the world. I would want you and those kids. A nice home, a dog. I just want us to be happy in a perfect world," I giggled, slightly sighing at how Abby kept grinding her hips against my own, "now quit that and let's go get those kids. We can have our fun, later on. I promise."

"Of course," she nodded, giving me one last smooch before letting me leap off, "help me get my things together and we can leave, okay?"

"You don't have to tell me twice," I grinned, going around the room to pack her bag.

"Thank you, Abby. Thank you."

[liminarystars]

Hello! How r u?

May u request a hurt to comfortt for Dazai x Fem! Reader in High school Au!

Thank you!

Ache

summary : you and your boyfriend get into a fight about, why he's always injured.

paring : Osamu Dazai x Fem! Reader

reader pronouns : she/her

You didn't speak, the entirety of your lunch was in silence. Tears stained your once perfect makeup. (e/c) orbs threatening to water up at any given moment.

It was hard without him. Yet he had hurt you, but you still loved him. It was hard to pinpoint when you started arguing during morning time. You closed your eyes, and attempted to replay everything.

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You stopped the brown haired boy, placed both of your hands on his upper arms and spoke, "You're covered in bruises and bandages again! For the last time, Dazai , what's going on?" The concern on you face and voice was evident.

His chestnut irises, darted around the surroundings. Not once making eye contact with you. "Nothing, it's fine." He finally responded. Quickly trying to brush off your concern.

"I don't believe that." Was all you said. Looking down at your shoes, not wanting to gazing into the eyes you love so dearly. Yet, you felt him staring down upon you.

"I can assure you, nothing is wrong. I promise." The words had finally came out of his mouth. He didn't want to make you worry. All he wanted to protect you, keep you safe.

"Samu, you've been getting beat up. You have all these bandage's on you, and other medical patching's on your body. Something's up, please tell me." You pleaded, you hated seeing him injured.

He let out a huffy sigh, before looking at you. "I told you already! Nothing is wrong! Everything is fine! Alright?" He snapped, his voice was unintentionally raised. He could feel you hands tensing up on his arms. "I care about you okay? I'm worried! So stop telling me everything is fine when it's clearly not!" You yelled back at him. You were frustrated.

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From that point onwards it escalated, you felt horrid. You placed your lunchbox to the side of you on the grass. Looked up upon the clear blue sky, watching the clouds roll by. Enjoying the quiet, or at least trying to.

That was until you felt something on your lap. You looked down to find a familiar face laying there. Upset. You ran your fingers through his hair, as a silent way of saying it's okay.

He mumbled sorry, over and over again. Though, it was barely able to be heard. "I forgive you, just please be more careful." Was all that you said. There was a long silence before being followed with him saying one singular thing.

"I love you."

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[houroftheowl]

hold your hands across my heart

(and hold me down)

joel miller x female!reader–minors do not interact

rating: explicit

summary: joel's nightmares wake you from time to time, and in these small hours of the morning, you're the only two people in this world.

content: smut, established relationship, unprotected sex, breeding kink if ya squint

Waking in the night to sounds of Joel moaning in his sleep were nothing out of the ordinary for you. While Joel had let you into his heart, you knew it was a crowded place, filled with ghosts and haunted by their painful memories.

During the daylight hours, Joel could keep it at bay, busying his mind and his body with various tasks around Jackson that need his attention. But there was no refuge when the shadows of night covered you both in their inky embrace.

There were no distractions in sleep, no chores to divert his attention. His regrets and demons held his full focus.

Most nights you could lull him back into an easy sleep by rubbing his chest, but this wasn’t one of those nights. This night, Joel’s whimpers turned to audible cries, his arms flailing as his heart raced frantically in his chest.

“Joel?” you said, your voice still thick with sleep, “Joel, wake up.”

Your eyes are blurry and unfocused as you tried to blink away the last remnants of sleep. In the low light that filled your bedroom, you could see tears beading in the corners of his eyes as he yelps like he’s fighting some invisible enemy. Timidly, you place a hand on his bare chest and find it cold and damp from sweat. His pulse races beneath your hand.

“Joel, baby, wake up,” you plead, rocking him gently.

Delicate nudges barely rouse him, his eyes blinking open for an instant before clasping shut once more. He’s screaming now, the pained cries echo off the walls and twist your gut with anxiety.

In the back of your mind, you’re thankful Ellie has been sleeping in the garage. Regardless of whether or not she and her pseudo-father are on good terms, you know she’d be frightened by the almost inhuman sounds coming from Joel.

“Please, baby,” you say, tapping your hand against his jaw, “Wake up!”

There’s no gentleness in your attempts to wake him now, your voice nearly as high as his and your hands trying desperately to pull him from sleep.

It maybe took all of thirty seconds, but by the time his eyes finally open and focus on you, it feels like hours have passed. You can tell by the confused way he’s staring at you, he’s not fully present, not fully aware his nightmare has ended.

“Darlin’?” he asks, “What… what time is it?”

“Early,” you sigh with relief, “Probably a few hours until sunrise.”

Joel sniffs, wiping away the tears that roll down his cheeks as he rises into a seated position.

“Must be three in the goddamn morning,” he groans, his voice laden with remorse. “Fuck, ’m sorry for waking you.”

A sharp pain pulses through you at his apology. Guilty even though he’s the one suffering.

“Don’t be sorry,” you say softly, “I.. you were screaming.”

He hums thoughtfully, nodding slowly as he flexes and relaxes his fingers like he’s just been in a brawl.

You don’t bother asking him what his nightmare was, you learned a long time ago he would never say. Joel is a man who keeps his demons close to his chest, as though speaking them aloud will breathe life into his deepest darkest fears.

An unsteady hand rakes down the back of your neck as you try to slow your breathing. Both of you are too alert to try to fall back asleep, not that it matters much anyways. It’s so late in the night that by the time you could fall back asleep, you’d be lucky to get another half hour of rest before it’s time to start your day.

“I never know what to do when you start crying like that,” you say, breaking the silence. “I just.. I can’t stand the sound of it, can’t stand the thought of you hurting in any way.”

Joel sighs again before gathering you in his arms and pulling you into his lap. You feel his lips against your forehead as your slide your legs to wrap around his hips. Tucking your face into his neck you breath in the smell of him. The faint scents of sandalwood and pine that linger on his collarbones calm your frazzled nerves.

The two of stay like this for a while, sitting in the stillness of the night with nothing but the sounds of your breathing to fill the room. His pulse thrums beneath his skin, still too fast for your liking.

“You don’t have to do anything darlin’,” he says after a while, “Just be with me. That’s all I need.”

You glance up at him through your lashes and find yourself mesmerized by how angelic Joel looks painted in the moonlight. Hair that was once brown, but is now over taken by dray sticks out wildly from being smushed against his pillow. His aquiline nose catches the light, painting shadows on his face. Instinctively, you run the tip of your finger along the bridge of it.

The contact makes him squeeze his eyes shut and his arms draw you closer to his broad chest. Shifting your weight, your raise yourself to press your forehead against his. His tears are have begun anew, spiling down his face as rubs his nose against yours. You raise your jaw to meet him, and Joel is quick to slot his mouth over yours. Cradling his face in your hands, your thumbs wipe away his fallen tears but they continue to flow and dampen your fingers.

Joel isn’t the type of man to say, ‘I love you’. The post-outbreak world has robbed him of that sort of softness. Instead he proves his devotion to you in other ways, and this is one of them. He is equal parts cold blooded killer and a deeply sensitive man, but the latter he only revealed to those he truly trusted.

Allowing himself to be vulnerable with you is louder than any declaration of love. Trusting you enough to keep his secrets—to see him cry—means more than any words he could say.

“Stay with me baby,” he breaths against your lips.

His kisses grow more and more heated until he’s peeling the oversized shirt from your body—one of his—and tosses it behind you. His calloused palms roam over the newly-freed skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

You can feel his cock stiffening through the thin cotton of your panties. Joel bucks his hips to grind against your core to elicit a gasp from you. The thin layer of fabric separating your bodies grows wetter with each cant of his hips, heightening each sensation until you’re moaning into his mouth.

Nimble fingers pluck at your nipples, and you’re moaning even louder. Joel answers each cry with a groan of his own, his cock pulsing beneath you with need. He works you up until your panties are absolutely drenched with your juices.

This isn’t the usual way Joel takes you, hurried and rough around the edges, his hunger for you so ravenous that it feels like it will consumes his entire being.

No, not tonight.

His touch is languid as his hands roam the hills and valleys of your body, as though he’s trying to commit every minute detail to memory. Every so often his fingers squeeze your plump flesh as he reminds himself that he’s awake. You and him are the only the thing that are real right now. The kisses he presses to your skin are a silent plea to stay in his arms—to stay his—for as long as this cruel world will allow.

“Don’t leave me,” he begs.

As if you would ever entertain the thought. You’re not sure when your love became symbiotic, but all you know is that if you tried to tear yourself from him, you would shatter in the process.

“I won’t,” you promise. Joel’s arm wraps around your waist, holding you close to his chest as he pulls his boxers down just enough to free his cock. He doesn’t bother removing your panties, he can’t be bothered to take time away from your body. Even so much as a millisecond would be too long to wait, so he pulls the dampened fabric aside. A shiver runs up your spine as the cool air caresses your flushed skin.

His nails drag against your skin as he holds your underwear in place, using it as an handle to guide your body where he wants you. The head of his cock of slides through your folds, smearing the precum that’s leaked from him against your already soaked cunt. Again, you moan for him, hoping to spur him on, but he wants to draw this out.

“Joel,” you urge against his lips.

He nips your bottom lip in response. Be patience.

Any other night, you’d whine and beg, work him up until he’s practically punishing you with his cock. ‘Fucking the brat right out of’ as he’s said on more than one occasion.

But right now, he needs to know you’re real, needs to know that whatever he saw in his nightmares was just a figment of his imagination. And the only way he can do that is to recenter himself in reality—in you.

“Promise me,” he whispers, “Promise me you’ll stay.”

“I’m right here, baby,” you assure him, your voice needy and high.

Enough of your slick coats his cock that he slides into you with relative ease. Well, easy enough considering the ample girth of his cock. The walls of your cunt ache with the stretch of him despite the countless hours Joel’s spent inside of you.

You cry out in relief as his pelvis grinds against your aching clit. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly he can work you up to the point that your body is screaming for his touch. He lets you set the pace for a while until your body adjust to him, easing the drag of your hips with the hand that holds your panties.

“Just like that darlin’,” he groans.

The praise spurs you on, and you suck air through clenched teeth as you try to speed up. Your arms are wrapped around his broad shoulders, your face contorted in pleasure as you take your fill of him.

“Fuck,” Joel hisses, “Need you so bad, darlin’.”

Now it’s his turn to set the pace, bouncing you on his cock until you wail from him slamming against your g-spot. His thrusts have you seeing stars, each lungful of air pushed from you just as you’ve gulped it down. Your spine arches to indulge in the way he ravages you, and Joel leans down to suck your nipple into his mouth.

Sharp teeth bite into your overheated skin, not so deep that they draw blood, but hard enough that you know you’ll have a bruise in the shape of his bite. He soothes the injured flesh with his tongue.

It won’t be the only bruise you’re left with. Despite Joel trying his best to be gentle, his hands grip you so tightly, you’ll have marks in the shape of his hands along your ribs and hips. In the days they take to heal, they’ll serve as welcome reminders that you’re his. All the while his cock is pounding into your wet heat, the slick sounds of him rutting up into you fill your ears.

His mouth travels up the slope of your neck to suck at your pulse point, nibbling at the skin until it too turns red and bruised from his efforts. Your hands rake through his hair, fingernails scratching his scalp as you grab at his sweat-damped tresses for leverage.

“Just like that, babe,” he pants against your neck, “Feels so fucking good.”

Grinding your clit against his curls at the base of his cock, you chase your high. Joel too is reaching his own peak, his hips stuttering with every thrust.

“D-don’t pull out,” you beg, “Cum inside me.”

Joel practically growls at your request, squeezing his arms around you tight so he can piston his cock into you. Stars fill your vision once more as you tumble over the edge, his name on your lips as you wail. A while hot orgasm rushes over you, leaving you limp in his hold. Soon after, Joel groans into your neck as his hips slow to a stop, his warm seed filling you up.

The two of you stay in this tight embrace for a while, too lost in the afterglow of your climax to part from each other. It’s easy to imagine the world is just the two of you, that you and Joel are the only people left in the world, and the only thing that matters is holding him close like this.

But all too soon, the sun will rise, and if you and Joel aren’t present and accounted for, someone will come looking. The greedy part of you wants to keep Joel all to yourself like this, satisfied and sweaty from your hedonistic embrace.

Without worries, without nightmares to plague his dreams.

When you finally float back into your body, you kiss the top of his head. Your fingers smooth through his untamed locks, and you whisper your ‘I love you’s against his scalp in a voice so small, you don’t think he can hear you.

“I’ll always be right here, Joel,” you remind him, “Right where you need me.”

He raises his face from your neck, and your heart clenches when you see he’s still crying. Your lips press to his forehead, his nose, under each of his eyes until his tears slow. If only Jackson could see your lover like this, his hard exterior shed like the clothes that litter your bedroom floor.

But you’re far too greedy for that, this Joel is for you and you alone. In these four walls, he belong to you, and you to him.

His arms relax around you slightly, still holding you close as he leans back against the pillows with you on his chest, all the while keeping his cock inside you. A pleased sigh leaves him as his thumb traces patterns along your spine.

“We could get a head start on chores for the day,” you muse as you press lazy kisses into his chest.

Joel scoffs at the idea, squeezing you to make sure you don’t get out of bed.

“I’d rather watch the sunrise with you, darlin’.”

[icanntwrite]

Pov your have an inferiority complex? And oh Jays there

Tw is an unreliable narrator |(y/n is a loser). Also, im not an experienced writer , so tw for mistakes

CRACK BABY

I sit down on my desk during the free period, as the lecturer leaves the room allowing the class to get up to our own devices as long as there's no loud commotion.

I stare at my test results with no content nor satisfied feeling at the lousy 89% in front of me a deep frown settles over my face , my heart aching at the pathetic work in front of me.

I could do better.

Gazing up at the bulletin board to the left of the classroom there sits my name at second place.Second to Jay Jo for the third time in a row. Slumping down posture deflates in disappointment ,my red blazer hangs loosely from my shoulders as I lean back on my chair sulking, going through every wrong answer.

“Jay, how much did you get?” Shellys voice rings gently from her seat as she adjusts herself to Face jay.The quiet boy sits and reads seemingly satisfied with his result, his expression as aloof as ever, there's a short silence before his firm voice mumbles.

“100%”

“Seriously? how i got like 67%” she Retorted her blond in a bun with her usual light hearted attitude.”Maybe you could tutor me”

"That's our eunuch for you "Dom intervenes walking up to Jay”SERIOUSLY A 100%!!” His bright raspy voice beams“Man you gotta tell us your secrets dude” Dom expresses exasperated throwing his arms over Jay's shoulder leaning in to look at his test paper.

“You should study more idiot”Yuna Remarked from her table.

“BUT YUNA I PROMISED I DID!?”Dom pleads to Yuna, her annoyed face unphased at his pleas for comfort.“Hey, how did you do?”Dom leans against me .His body uncomfortably close as I flinched at the proximity of the feeling of his figure so close to mine making me scoot away.

“89%??! that's good bro you and jay are super smart” he Exclaimedhis loud voice ringing in my ear. he make his way back to jays desk .“That's not fair i got like a 49%”

I just side-eye him.“I told you to study” I uttered in an annoyed tone .I turned my head to meet Jays from behind me. I look down to his desk and see his perfect score, a red and highlighted 100% on his desk. My eyes move up to meet his dark ones as he suddenly turns his attention to me.

“You did good” His soft firm voice whispers to me as he looks up from the book he's reading to meet my eyes.

“I know”

“You can join me in studying sometimes” Jay offers, as if sensing my disdain for my score.He sets down his book to focus on me.

“I can do it fine on my own” I snapped back.

“I can hel-”

“I don't need you t-”

“Don't forget to meet up after school” a new voice proclaimed from the doorway. He enters the classroom Casually as if he's not three periods late.His light brown hair neatly done as he saunters in with a bright smug grin on his face.Voice calm like the ocean breeze and as carefree as always ,as he settles into the classroom.“Anyone miss me?”

“Your late Minu” I quipped, turning to him.

“But I'm here anyway,” he answers playfully,walking casually towards me , standing over my desk.Minu peers over my shoulder too to see what's on my desk. He makes himself comfortable putting his weight on my left side, his arm leaning on my shoulder.

“Sup……”he greets before looking at my test score ”89% nice”

“Morning”, unphased by his presence I pulled out my phone trying to distract myself from my gloomy mood, mindlessly scrolling through my device trying to find something else to pour my attention to.

“So how's everyone doing? Did I miss anything?”Minu chimes in as he gazes at my pinterest board.

“You missed a test” Yuna mocks him, her arms crossed over her chest, voice dripped with sarcasm and annoyance.

Panic sets itself off on his face momentarily as his grey eyes widen”Are you serious?”

“YES AND WE GOT HOME WORK” Yuna teased torturing her brother enjoying the shocked look on his face.

“She's joking Minu you didn't miss anything too important. Yuna have some mercy for your brother please “ I sighed amused at their antics.

“Then tell him to stop skipping school” A harsh reply comes from her lips as usual.

“He wont listen to me” I look up from my phone and turn to her.

“I seriously can't believe your late Minu” Shelly chimes in making her way to Jay's table.“at this rate i wonder if you'll graduate”

“HEY! I had some very important business to take care of and I'm a dedicated student” he huffs in retaliation.“Tell them”He looks back down to me then to Jay for support his comically desperate pleas for validation falling out of his mouth.

“What are you looking at me for”I chucked tucking my phone back into my bag choosing to focus back on the conversation.

“Support” he replies dejected at my lack of cover up for his shenanigans.

The conversation continues on as the chatter of the hummingbird crew and the other students ring through the room. The day continues on with no troubles. .

The sun begins its descent, signalling the end of practice,the group gradually disperses to head home, leaving only Jay and me behind. Before he can make his exit, I stride up to him, bike at my side, standing beside his imposing figure.

“Race me” With a piercing gaze and an unwavering tone, I demanded his immediate attention.He turned his head to me at the sudden demand.

“Again?”

“Yes,” I casually answered, “The usual route” .

“Fine”

We moved to our usual racing stop not too far from here. I mounted my bike with determination and routined ease,. swung my leg over the saddle, settling into the familiar contours of the seat. Both of us get a tight grip on the handlebars off our bikes .

‘READY”

“SET”

“GO”

Our voices announce in unison as we both propel ourselves forward. The sounds of our gears clicking rang through the area as we gained momentum. Each turn of our peddling pushes us forward, speeding us up. I peddle rhythmically as we race jay quickly catching up to me.

We reach an area with more obstacles than planned but I persist. We make our way through our decided route at alarming speed. My heart races at the thrilling feeling again the freedom that comes with cycling. The wind whipped past me as I sped ahead, my opponent smoothly gliding past me, my gleeful feeling now fleeting .I do my best to sprint and catch up to him .I try to speed up to surpass him but my maximum effort can't catch up.

I see the end point coming up. I try harder to surpass my limit but it's no help. He's too far ahead and he reaches the finish line first with me right behind him.

Behind him as always

The race ends with Jay coming in first again.i sit there wondering how.

A jealous anger seethes into my system at another loss. My breaths are erratic as my chest rises and falls unrhythmically .Sweat drips down my chin as I slow down behind him.I come to a stand still as my heart clenches at the feeling of losing to someone like him.

Why did I lose again?

Each breath came in ragged gasp, lungs aching, chest rising and falling to the rhythm of our breathing.beads of sweat glistening our foreheads .I feel him walk up next to me before he hands me a water bottle. I take it and chug the water down the throat, the refreshing feeling curing my dehydration from the training.

“You okay?” he asked, his tone stoic and cold. A hit of worry in his eyes and he walks up to my bike on his sides .He sets a hand on my shoulder but I shrug it off disgusted at the contact.

“Don't touch me” I seethe out my tone harsh

Jay just stares at me. My gaze lowers to the ground as I crouch down and I take a seat on the pavement.He just looks at me with his regular aloof nature before settling next to me, his breathing now normal and his stature relaxed.

“don't push yourself too far we have a race next week”

“I know don't lecture me“

“Then You should know better” he quips back. He gets up from beside me and towers over me. I lift my gaze to look back up at him. His eyes are cold and unreadable.The disappointed look on Jay's evident and piercing, the way his dark aloof eyes look down on me.

“Don't overwork yourself” Another lecture leaves his lips. It annoyed me. He only lectures me,only annoys me,only has something to say about me.

Can he leave me be for once

I rise from the ground,my body trembling with exhaustion and frustration.

“rest your tire-”

“Shut it”i pause realising how rude i came off again.”sorry……i'm going home bye”

Clenching my fist ,I glare at my bike before mounting it again, taking a deep breath then slowly riding off. I make my way home and as far away from him as possible.Away from everything as fast as possible.

[girlygguk]

sour straws - jjk (a fame drabble)

pairing ; idol!jk x idol!oc

synopsis ; siren is getting attention, hanna is freaking out, and aera runs into a wide-eyed puppy dog at the corner store.

previous chapters ; prologue | one | two | three | four | five | ...

warnings ; some strong language

content ; aera & siren are going viral, a jaera fluffy piece

word count ; 2.3k

lowercase intended / unedited

a/n: thank u guys sm for enjoying the story! here's a drabble to tie us over until the next chapter, love u all xx

the video of aera mentioned in this drabble ; click here

taglist ; (crossed out = can't tag💔) @0anodite0 @heartjiminie @aloverga @cuntessaiii @adeptiixiao @yourallaround-simp @kaitieskidmore1 @captain_neo2526

date: april 2016 ; a week or so after the events of chapter two

thump.

"what the fuck?" aera spluttered in a tired daze, lifting her head to stare at a groggy ha-joon glaring at her from her side of the room. she had launched her pillow at the elder girl and was now clambering off her bed to retrieve it.

"your phone won't stop buzzing, and you just slept right through it," the maknae grumbled, "it's our sleep-in day! please for the love of god—" joonie's pleading was cut off ironically by another vibration of aera's phone. aera swore she saw joonie's eye twitch at the noise.

"okay, okay. calm down, she-hulk," aera huffed, leaning over and grabbing her phone from the bedside table to silence the device. a pleased kim ha-joon waddled back to her bed with her pillow sandwiched in her arms before flopping onto the mattress. she was asleep again within seconds.

wiping the sleep from her eyes, aera tapped on the screen of her phone to awaken it and sighed at the 8:34 am that blared back at her. she had only gotten to bed at four in the morning after working on a new arrangement for their album with han-na yesterday. no wonder she slept through the alerts.

aera swiped through her notification centre in confusion, seeing dozens of comments on all her socials, but twitter was the most prominent. she opened the app and a low, shocked gasp escaped her mouth when the trending tab caught her eye.

trending in south korea

2 — #HwangAera

she could feel her pulse in her throat, wondering if this had something to do with their performance at gayo daejejeon last week. did she mess up and not notice? was everyone making fun of her? eyebrows pinched in utter confusion, aera tapped on the hashtag and waited for it to load with a heavy heart.

she recognised a few of their most active allures' accounts at the top of the feed and felt exponentially more at ease.

'@ asamislove: 1/1000 reasons to stan siren: #hwangaera'

[ video attached ] 

jesus, aera thought. she last saw that video when it was posted on their company's socials at the beginning of 2015. it was one of the recordings she took to send to their vocal coach when she and the girls were given techniques to work on. it barely garnered views when it was posted, the majority of the audience being dedicated allures, and if we're being honest - there are very few of those. why is the video getting attention now?

aera scrolled for a few minutes; eyes still squinted with fatigue while she spam liked every post she saw. she couldn't believe that so many people were sharing the video - people that had no idea who she even was. her teeth rolled her lower lip back and forth in angst as she read through all the praise for herself and siren alongside the video.

'@ moonlightmomo: wow yall are FAKE for not telling me about siren sooner #hwangaera #siren'

[ video attached² ] 

'@ sirenstepstool: may i remind you all that this is their main DANCER? yea hurry up go stan #mywife #hwangaera #siren'

[ video attached³ ] 

she felt her heart race again as her gaze shifted from her phone to her roommate, watching as the blonde clutched her pillow, soft snores blowing through her lips as she slept. deciding not to wake the sleeping devil just yet, she sat up and quietly threw on a pair of sweats and a hoodie before tiptoeing out of their dorm, en route to bother someone else who would, without a doubt, be awake. jang han-na.

"ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod!" han-na cried, scrolling through the seemingly endless retweets of aera’s video on twitter, a shit-eating grin adorning her lips. "of course it's you who goes viral. we all sent in similar videos. bitch." the elder jokes, giggling when aera delivers a wack to her hoodie-clad arm.

aera and hanna are currently sitting outside of the park entertainment building, perched against the wall of the structure, reading through all of the comments on their social medias. this was aera's go-to spot when she needed a moment to herself, or if she had to talk to someone on the phone without the four of her nosy sisters sniffing around to see who it was. the younger of the two had hummed in thought when hanna asked if she came out here often as she followed behind her. a moment passed before aera shook her head, a lousy "just thought it looked nice," leaving her lips in response.

"they're talking about us, unnie. like everywhere." aera spoke in shock, now on instagram, seeing how the mentions of their group's hashtag had more than quadrupled in the span of a few hours.

hanna nodded, eyes not even tearing away from her phone to respond, "our music video views are going up too. oh my god, our followers. two hundred thous- fuck i need to call dae-jungnim. i feel like i'm going to puke." aera watched in amusement as hanna scrambled to her feet, dashing inside to head for the office and call their director.

the cool breeze of the morning air nipped at the remaining girl's skin as she pulled her knees closer to her chest, head falling back slightly to rest against the building behind her. her phone was balanced on her knees as she lifted a hand to tap on it and check the time. 9:03 am. she had an hour before she had to head to practice.

her tiredness was suddenly forgotten as she sent hanna a text saying she was going for a walk and would return before practice started. aera shoved her phone in the pocket of her sweatpants before heading towards her favourite corner shop.

the bell above their local convenience store door whistled as aera entered the shop. she waved politely to heejin, the owner's daughter, who returned the gesture with a cheesy smile. aera was mid-walk toward the candy aisle, head down as she checked her bank app on her phone to avoid her card declining at the checkout, when her body came in contact with a wall.

"aish," she cursed under her breath as her phone slipped from her hand. it was, in fact, not a wall that she ran into, but instead a person. a white shirt and black sweatpants adorned his figure as he scrambled to pick up her phone that slid across the floor.

he shifted the two mini bottles of banana-flavoured milk and bag of sour straws into his left hand before leaning down and grabbing her cell phone off the floor with his right. aera's eyebrows furrowed as she stared at the back of the stranger's head, wondering why he looked so familiar. when he bent back up and turned to face her, she then realised why.

"oh shit, aera! hey! sorry, i was in a rush," jungkook apologised, handing the girl's phone back when he reached her. while she was checking the device for any new defects, she gave up with a heavy sigh. it was hopeless to identify any new marks, the screen was already covered in cracks.

"no, don't apologise," aera shook her head, "i wasn't looking where i was going. and this thing is a piece of shit. i'd probably thank you if you broke it."

jungkook lifted his eyes back to aera's face after shamelessly trailing down her outfit when she was inspecting her phone. sweatpants and a hoodie is his favourite outfit on her, she always looked so warm. he smiled at her lightheartedness before speaking, "what are you here for?" he knew what she was getting, what she always gets, but he asked for the sake of it.

her eyes dropped to the candy in his left hand, and he watched with a smirk as her eyes squinted at him. "hm, i wonder," she rolled her eyes teasingly, resuming her trek to the confectionary aisle. and he followed.

"you little shit," aera gasped when she reached the section that hung her favourite sweets. completely empty.

his smirk was yet to leave his face as he watched her spin to face him. "last bag," he nodded before faking a pout. she shook her head in disbelief, "you don't even like them!" she was right. he didn't. but she loved them. and he might be trying to build a tolerance for them.

"i don't know what you're talking about, these are my favourite." he lied, suppressing a laugh when her face contorted into a confused gape.

"you are evil." she whined, turning away and walking further down the aisle. and he followed.

"i'd be happy to give them to you," he offered simply. at that, she whipped around at record speed, staring at him with hope.

"really?"

"mhm."

"okay," she nodded, holding her hand out, "gimmie."

he nodded along, holding the candy out towards her. aera reached for the bag but before it was in her grasp, he pulled his hand back swiftly.

"for something in return."

a soft whine left her lips at his childishness, her arm dropping to her side. "you're so annoying," she scoffed through a chuckle. "what do you want?"

"come for a walk with me," he shrugged, tongue poking out to wet his dry lips while he watched her eyes roll back, one of her biggest habits.

"now?"

"yeah."

"i can't, i have practice at 10." but of course jungkook knew that. he knew her schedule to a T, memorising her ridiculous rehearsal hours so he knew when she would most likely respond to his texts.

"it's," he grabbed his phone from his trousers to check the time, "only ten past nine! that's plenty of time."

"you are insufferable," aera lied, taking the sour straws from his hand before turning on her heels and heading to the refrigerators. once again, like a lost fucking puppy, he followed.

she grabbed a bottle of dragonfruit vitamin water from the fridge, "c'mon then," she said softly before heading to the checkout.

aera was in the middle of making small talk with heejin when jungkook reached them. heejin rang up aera's order and as she stepped toward the eftpos machine, jungkook plopped his drinks onto the counter and slid ₩25k toward the owner's daughter. heejin smiled before cancelling the eftpos transaction and put the cash through the register.

"jungkook." aera's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, watching as he waved his hand in a keep-the-change motion before thanking heejin and grabbing the groceries. aera thanked the girl as well before walking through the door that he held open, stepping into seoul's brisk morning air.

jungkook handed aera her drink and sour candy before cracking the lid on one of his banana milks and taking a big swig. he offered her a sip as they walked next to each other, but she shook her head, already tearing into the bag of sour straws.

pulling two out of the bag, she stopped walking and bit into one, holding the other to his lips with a smirk. "go on then, if you love them so much." he stopped walking as well, glancing down at the rainbow lolly stick covered in tangy sugar. he internally cringed thinking about actually eating it, but nevertheless leaned closer and took a big bite out of it from her fingers.

if there's one thing about jungkook, it's that he is horrible at hiding his emotions. so he just doesn't. it's one of the things aera has always liked about her friend. she appreciates his authenticity and forwardness, whether or not it can annoy the shit out of her sometimes.

he only makes it through two bites of the sweet before his face contorts into a pained scowl, causing aera to fall into a fit of giggles. "god, that's disgusting. your tastebuds are messed up." he shakes his head with a smile, her laugh subsiding the pain of eating the atrocious candy.

they fall back into a steady pace as they resume walking, enjoying the comfortable silence while they both indulge in their snacks. they had been walking for about ten minutes now, jungkook snorting at some stupid joke aera had made before he looked forward, noticing his company building up ahead.

the park entertainment building was not far from bighit at all, which is why the two nineteen-year-olds share a favourite convenience store. "did you want to come say hi to the guys?" jungkook offered, looking over at aera while she finished her mouthful.

"can't, jungkook. practice, remember?" she reminded, stopping in her tracks, causing him to as well. she shoved the bag of sour straws into his hand, "share some with bangtan-sonyeondan-seonbaenim and tell them i said hi," aera teased. jungkook rolled his eyes at her formality, bumping his shoulder with hers before tucking the candy into his pocket and heading back toward the direction they came.

"where are you going?" aera asked in confusion, and his head turned slightly to her with furrowed brows.

"walking you back?" he said just as confused, as if it was the only possible answer in the world.

"what? no? your place is right there," aera gestured towards his company with her bottle of vitamin water, "that's just a waste of time."

"no, it's not." he shook his head, the corner of his mouth pulling into a smile. he would walk her to busan if she asked him to. "come on, you'll be late." he ushered her towards him and waited for her to start walking with him again. and she did.