#a movie that can make u feel so cold. it turns out even during an august heatwave

[samanthamulder]

THE X-FILES: I WANT TO BELIEVE (2008)

I think maybe the darkness finds you - and me. –I know it does. –But let it try.

[hausofwoo]

swallow | park seonghwa

pairing: park seonghwa x afab!reader

word count: 5.6K

this is part 2 of open wide! if you have not yet read part 1, i highly suggest reading it first.

summary: ever since that night, seonghwa has been avoiding you. but when new guy yunho starts at the restaurant, tensions rise until it reaches a breaking point.

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, restaurant!au, bartender!seonghwa, server!reader, enemies to lovers trope, smoking (cigarette), alcohol consumption, sex under the influence of alcohol (but both consenting), fingering, unprotected piv (wrap it up y'all), dick slapping, biting, cumplay, oral (f receiving), face sitting, creampie, degrading, use of petnames (princess, baby), the passion is T H E R E, woosan allegations once again, feat. new guy!yunho, server/work bestie!ryujin, servers!wooyoung and san, restaurant manager!hongjoong.

author's note: i already intended on making a part 2 of open wide, and everyone's feedback was so sweet and helpful on part 1! thank u again to @hausofmingi and T for being my beta-readers as always :-) plz enjoy ♡ ✧*

your eyes flutter open to the birds chirping outside. it’s way too fucking early to be awake right now. you feel yourself in a half-dream half-awake state, mind fuzzy and floaty. you turn your head to the side to see the man you spent the night with; the man who made you feel so good.

you rub your eyes a bit, attempting to wipe away the sleepiness. your vision adjusts, and you take a deeper look at him. seonghwa.

he really is beautiful. perfectly plump lips, long eyelashes, and there’s something about the way his nose is just a liiiiittle bit bumped at the bridge. even in his flaws you find beauty. you can’t resist gazing at him while he sleeps, his hair all messy in his face. why is it that he is so beautiful, yet the way he treats you is so far from that?

he shifts a bit, letting out a gentle sigh. your eyes begin to droop again, and you feel yourself drift off to the sound of his soft breathing.

when you wake, your bed feels cold. he left. you sit up slowly, stretching your arms up to ring out the exhaustion from your body. you look back at the empty spot next you.

it’s interesting that he left without a word, but you don’t know what to make out of it. before last night, you clearly couldn’t stand each other. you thought he was conceited and condescending. he was rude. and even during last night, his ego pooled over. but was the mere thought of missing him childish? you can’t help but to feel like there was something more to it. there was something on a deeper level that made you curious, therefore you wanted it back even more so. you started to feel like those girls from the movies; the ones where the girl becomes clingy after a one night stand. a cliché.

so what if he didn’t stay? it’s not like he actually felt anything for you. it was just a quick fuck. you probably were just another girl that he decided to throw a bone to. that’s what cocky men like him enjoy; just someone to string along and play with until he’s bored with them. you figured that time came sooner than you expected. well fuck him.

he hasn’t made eye contact with you once since you came in to work. you have the section right in front of the bar (thanks for nothing, hongjoong) so you have to just bear through it every time you pass him by. you prep your tables for service, wiping them down mindlessly.

you suppose there isn’t really a right way to go about this. sleeping with a coworker is a no-no, especially in restaurants. it gets messy (but it happens nonetheless). it’s not like you can go up to him and talk to him as if nothing happened. he didn’t exactly set you up for success either. he left without a word, and now you’re forced into the same space as him, clueless as to what to do. you decide to just ignore him unless absolutely necessary.

ryujin hops over next to you, a little too peppy for how you’re feeling.

“are you ready for a great service tonight?” ryujin says sarcastically, but with a grin.

“i want it to be over already,” you force out a dry chuckle, still half-assing the prep for your tables.

“the hell is wrong with you?” ryujin snorts.

“i’ll just—“ you start, but then realize you felt eyes burning into you. you look up the moment seonghwa’s gaze shifts, going back to wiping down the bar. “um, i’ll tell you later.”

“okay…” ryujin says, puzzled. she walks back to her section to prep.

your eyes are compelled to shift back up to seonghwa. at this point it just feels embarrassing to be wondering what he’s thinking, wondering if he felt what you felt sunday night. your thoughts are interrupted by hongjoong approaching you with a tall man, someone new.

“this is yunho,” hongjoong says, almost presenting the man to you. “he’s going to be trailing you tonight. just show him the ropes and i’ll grab him once dinner service slows down.”

yunho steps forward, extending a hand to you. “it’s so nice to meet you!” he gives you a warm smile as you shake his hand.

“it’s nice to meet you too, yunho,” you say, surprised by the immediate kindness. this feels a lot nicer than how you’ve been treated before.

tuesday nights are usually slow, even during dinner service. you had a decent amount of tables, but nothing you couldn’t handle. and fortunately the new guy caught on really quickly, grabbing the drinks for your tables, clearing empty plates when needed… working with him was making your shift a breeze.

“you’ve worked in restaurants before, haven’t you?” you ask yunho. you refill a water jug for your table with him in the back.

“yeah, i have,” he says meekly, rubbing the back of his neck. “you can tell?”

“definitely,” you nod with a smile. “what happened at the last place?”

“the management,” he chuckles, and you knew exactly what he meant without any explanation. “don’t tell anyone, but i quit without notice.”

you fake a gasp, pretending to clutch your pearls. you let out a light-hearted laugh. “don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

yunho gives a sweet smile to you, eye contact lingering a bit. you look down and realize the jug of water started overflowing and quickly move it away, letting out a humored yelp.

“oops,” he whispers, and you both giggle quietly to each other while wiping down the mess.

little did you know, seonghwa was entering the back to switch kegs for the beer on tap, and he walked in on your giggle-fest. he looks between the two of you momentarily as he continues to the back. you don’t even notice him until he passes. in a strange way, you can almost see annoyance radiating off of him. but maybe you’re making things up?

at the end of service, you finish closing all your tabs and count your tips at the bar with ryujin and wooyoung. yunho was in the back with hongjoong, debriefing the shift. you assumed seonghwa was in the back too, but you pushed away the curiosity.

“what a slow night,” ryujin sighs. she holds up her measly few bills and fakes a cry.

“how was training the new guy?” wooyoung inquires, packing his things.

“it was really good,” you can’t help but smile a little too big. your face drops when seonghwa walks back out to the bar, carrying a pack of beer to restock. you swear he steals a glance at you before kneeling down to refill the low-boys.

“speak of the devil!” ryujin grins, with all of you shifting your view to see yunho walking to the bar with an apron in hand.

“i think you guys might be seeing a lot more of me from now on,” he says, fake-cockily. the three of you congratulate him, all while seonghwa minds to himself.

“when’s your next shift then?” you ask.

“hongjoong said i’ll train the rest of the week, and then my first day live is sunday,” he says, throwing his bag on his shoulder.

“you know what that means…” wooyoung voices mischievously.

“uhhh, what does that mean?” yunho utters, a curious expression on his face.

“sunday celebration!” ryujin throws her hands up in excitement.

“what the hell is sunday celebration?” yunho laughs.

“basically,” ryujin starts, “it’s where we all go out after our shift to a dive bar nearby and drink away our sorrows. but this time we can drink in ACTUAL celebration!”

“i could be down for that,” yunho says. he looks directly to you. “will i see you there?”

your lips part to answer, but your ears are punctured by glass shattering, and the sound of beer fizzing on the floor. your head snaps over to see seonghwa grumbling and picking up the pieces.

“party foul!” wooyoung says jokingly, but then was met with seonghwa’s glare. “kidding…”

you stand from the bar stool and gather your things, taking the cue to leave. “i’m gonna head out. yunho, see you tomorrow?”

“yup,” he says, holding back a smile. “i’ll see you then.”

you turn to walk to the door, feeling eyes like daggers piercing your back.

seonghwa is messing up a lot lately. which is very unlike him, being that he’s a perfectionist. you rang up an order of drinks for your tables, and yeah it was quite a few drinks, but you had never seen him mistake a gin martini for a vodka martini. you approach the drink pass with the misfired drink, setting it down.

“seonghwa,” you call to him, pointing at the drink. “i need a gin martini.”

“that IS a gin martini,” he says flatly, filling a beer from the tap. so sure of himself.

“no,” you insist. “this is vodka.”

he approaches the pass, setting down the beer with its appropriate ticket. he plucks a cocktail straw to do a straw taste of the drink. but with the sip, he wasn’t remotely shaken. he just tosses the liquid in the sink, remaking it without a word.

“you just gonna stand there and watch?” he says while stirring the beverage.

“are you gonna make it right this time?” you snap.

he places the drink on the pass, clearly pissed off. he slams the ticket next to the drink and glares at you, almost too close. you feel the huffs of his irritated breaths fanning your face, and for the first time since that night, you really look at each other. but all that was tangible in the air was anger.

“run your drink, princess.” he enunciates your nickname, packing a punch.

after finishing your closing duties, you’re ready to leave and put this shift behind you. you wave goodbye to your coworkers and start heading out the back door, it being held open by a loose brick. just as your feet hit the pavement of the alley, you hear your name being called behind you.

“wait!” you turn to yunho calling after you, and stopping in the doorway. “you leaving?”

“oh, uh, yeah,” you say, adjusting your tote bag on your shoulder. “i got all my side work done so i’m heading home.”

“oh, okay,” he says shyly, obviously with a second thought on his mind.

you look at each other for a moment, but not out of awkwardness, just with a peculiar feeling of enticement.

“so um, how was training with wooyoung today?” you ask.

“oh yeah,” yunho laughs. “it was good. he’s really funny with his tables.”

“yeah, that guy’s definitely a yapper,” you both giggle to each other in amusement.

“sooo… you’re walking home?” he asks, leaning on the frame of the door.

“i usually walk home, i don’t live that far,” you explain.

“me too! maybe i can walk you—“ yunho gets cut off by seonghwa barging into the doorway.

“can i borrow her for a sec?” seonghwa says, barely making it a question.

yunho hesitantly nods, “yeah, um, i guess i’ll see you later?” he says to you, giving you a small wave.

“yeah, i’ll see you tomorrow yunho,” you force a smile, with a pleading HELP ME written behind your eyes.

seonghwa leads you to the walk in, slamming the door behind him. he hovers over you and you can literally see the heat fuming off of him.

“what do you want, seonghwa?” you ask bluntly, trying your best not to sound intimidated.

“we need to talk,” he growls at you, stepping forward, forcing you to press up against the wall behind you.

“about what?” you quip with a begging tone. is this really the time to talk about it?

your eyes bore into each other, faces inches apart. his snarl nearly dissipates when he rips his eyes away from yours for a moment to glance at your lips. you blink up at him in temptation. you can feel the tension in the air, wondering if it was contempt or all encompassing desire. perhaps it was both.

“th–that shit you pulled earlier, don’t do it again,” seonghwa hesitantly lets out, nearly losing his composure.

“what, when you fucked up my drink order?” you ask.

“when you grilled me in the middle of service,” he defends.

“for fucking up, yeah,” you say, crossing your arms. “doesn’t feel nice to be scolded for your mistakes, does it?”

he glares at you for a beat, clearly unsure how to dig himself out of this hole. a hole that he dug. as if he snapped out of a trance, he steps back slightly. he clenches his jaw, and in a swift motion, withdraws from the walk-in. you’re left alone, still pressed up against the icy wall. a rolling cloud escapes your lips, making you realize you had been holding your breath.

it felt like sunday night didn’t come soon enough. this weekend was busier than usual, so all the running around on top of the rigidity of seonghwa was making you go mad. it’s difficult to avoid someone you hate when you have to retrieve drink orders from him all day. luckily, he just reserved to himself and you followed suit.

throwing your bag onto the bar, you slump into the bar seat at the end of the night.

“here,” hongjoong passes a shift beer to each of the servers at the bar, including you. “you guys need these after this weekend.”

you give a thank you while cracking it open, taking a big gulp. you let out a big sigh of relief.

“you’re right, hongjoong,” you say blissfully. “i did need this.”

ryujin snickers next to you, nudging your shoulder. “there will be plenty more at sunday celebration, don’t you worry.”

“speaking of,” san says, grabbing the shoulders of yunho. “congrats on your first live shift, yunho!”

“yeah, how was it?” you ask. you can’t help but smile at the beaming man.

“it went…” yunho starts, pausing for effect. “swimmingly.”

“sounds like a cause for celebration!” ryujin sing-songs, raising her beer in salute.

you all raise your glasses, short one person of course: seonghwa, who was mopping down the bar floor. after a hefty drink, wooyoung crushes his can first and tosses it in the trash.

“let’s start celebrating, sannie,” wooyoung says, throwing his arm over san’s shoulder. (seriously, what the hell is going on there?)

san and wooyoung book it out the door and ryujin follows soon after, finishing her beer and beckoning you to join.

“almost done, you go ahead!” you encourage, packing up your things hap-hazardly with one hand and chugging your beer with the other.

“shit, you guys drink fast,” yunho says, swishing his beer around to hear how much he has left. with a laugh he says, “wish i could just take this to go.”

“i won’t tell,” you whisper to him, grabbing him to join you. “walk with me?”

“okay,” yunho smiles, almost looking like he had stars in his eyes.

you two waltz out the door, leaving seonghwa at the bar cleaning alone. and with your eyes finally averted away, he can finally have no shame in watching you intently out the window. he is so fucked.

“here’s to yunho!” mingi hosts the cheers, with everyone raising their glasses, clinking them together and collectively taking a drink.

“guys,” yunho says with his face still contorted from the liquor. “thank you so much. you’ve all been so welcoming!”

“of course, you’re part of the fam now!” san smiles, wrapping his arm around the man’s shoulders.

everyone takes their respective seats and mingle amongst each other, all while taking more shots and drinking more beer. you, of course, were sat with ryujin and wooyoung talking about the latest work drama.

“have you guys noticed something different about seonghwa lately?” wooyoung asks. “like when he broke that beer the other night? i swear, the whole year i’ve worked here i’ve never seen him break a thing.”

“dude, yes,” ryujin says, leaning in. “he fucked up a couple of my drink orders today. so weird.”

“he’s definitely been in a bad mood lately,” you mumble, holding back from telling your secret.

“yeah, more than usual,” ryujin rolls her eyes. “he probably just needs to get laid.”

you choke back a bit on your drink, taken off guard by the comment. you realize the problem is not that he needs to get laid, but that he did get laid. and now he’s being tortured by seeing the poor girl at work every day. why did he have to sleep with you when you know he feels nothing but disdain for you? are you just a toy to him? you begin to feel dizzy, partly from the alcohol, but also from the thoughts spinning in your head.

“you okay?” wooyoung asks you, handing you a water. you nod and take the drink from him, but his eyes are quickly diverted to the bar. “oh shit, seonghwa is here.”

“what?” ryujin tries her best to look subtly. “do you think our shit-talking manifested him?”

“i don’t know,” you huff, trying to figure out a way to avoid him. “but i’m gonna go sit on the patio.”

“there’s a patio?” yunho chimes in, hearing the last bit. “can i join?”

you smile and nod, leading him back. this will be a good distraction.

“so…” you start, leaning against the wooden patio covering. “how do you like it here? at the restaurant, i mean.”

“it’s definitely different,” yunho laughs. he leans on the covering next to you. “everyone is super nice, the food is good… and it’s nice to work for a local business. the management seems to really care about the employees.”

“definitely, hongjoong is great manager.” you nod to him.

“it’s actually crazy,” yunho starts. “i’ve never seen so many attractive people all working in one place before.”

“what, like ryujin? or wooyoung? or san?” you giggle, realizing he was right. you do have a LOT of hot coworkers.

“well, sure,” yunho says shyly. “but no, i meant you.”

“oh,” you say, caught off guard. you suddenly feel a lot more drunk. you look up at him momentarily, him leaning closer to you.

if someone else saw this body language from an outside perspective, they’d think that he looks like he wants to kiss you. and so what if he did? would it be the worst thing in the world to entertain this, even after your mess with seonghwa?

yunho leans in and places a soft kiss on your lips, quick but sweet. when he pulls away, you’re left looking at him with an unreadable expression, but in your mind, you were reeling.

there was something… missing. and it irritated the fuck out of you. yunho did give you butterflies, but you wonder if it’s just because it feels nice to have attention on you. especially from someone that’s actually kind and seems like he actually wants to get to know you. but in your crazy toxic head, you realize what was missing. passion.

“i-i’m so sorry, i shouldn’t have done that,” yunho says, touching his fingertips on his lips.

“no, no,” you say, grabbing his arm. “it’s okay.”

before yunho can get out a word, the back door shuts with seonghwa walking out, witnessing the scene. you can’t resist stepping back slightly from yunho, as if it’s not too late to be caught. he looks between you and seonghwa, adding two and two together just from the tension alone.

“i think i’m gonna head back inside,” yunho says, rubbing the back of his neck. “sorry, again.”

“yunho, wait,” you call after him, but he already shuts the door behind him.

“let him leave,” seonghwa commands, leaning against the wall.

“what are you even doing here, seonghwa?” you ask, already putting your guard up.

“the fuck are you doing with the new guy?” he says, placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it with a match. of course he’s one of those pretentious dudes that uses a fucking match to light a cig.

“since when do you smoke?” you say, desperately trying to change the subject.

“i don’t,” he says casually, blowing a cloud into the air. “just been stressed lately.”

“i can tell,” you say, raising an eyebrow. “it’s like you forgot how to bartend.”

“it’s not just work,” he says, brushing off the insult you threw at him. “it’s also you.”

“what about me?” you basically refuse, shaking your head. “i’ve been doing exactly what you want me to do. i don’t talk to you, i don’t look at you. i pretty much avoid you at all costs. you’re off the hook, seonghwa. you don’t have to worry about me bothering you.”

“who says that’s what i wanted?” seonghwa says, finally looking directly to you.

“you didn’t have to say it,” you spit at him, forcing him silent.

the air feels heavy. seonghwa struggles to find words for what he wanted to say. he looks down again, ashing his half-smoked cigarette. the back door opens to wooyoung and san following after him, both opting to sit in the patio chairs in the corner. they continue their conversation, and seonghwa looks to you.

“we should talk somewhere more private,” he says, motioning to your coworkers. he’s already grabbing his keys from his pocket.

“why, so you can keep being an asshole to me without an audience?” you say.

“because i want to finish what we started,” he mumbles, walking out of the patio and to the back parking lot.

you try your best to resist, but curiosity overcame you as you follow.

after a short but tense drive, you arrive at what seems to be seonghwa’s apartment. he shuts the engine off and jumps out of his car. you slowly try to register what the hell is happening, unbuckling and hopping out. seonghwa doesn’t look back you, he just continues walking, knowing you’re trailing after him. he unlocks his front door, letting both of you in. he closes the door behind you, watching you examine your surroundings.

“this is exactly how i imagined your place,” you say, almost to yourself.

“you’ve been imagining my apartment?” he smirks.

“yeah,” you scoff. “it’s just as cold and rigid as you.”

“thanks,” he mutters sarcastically.

“so now what?” you say expectantly. “you bring me back here yell at me? make me cry?”

“there’s only one scenario i want of you crying,” he says, stepping closer to where he’s leaning over you. you suddenly feel stone-cold sober.

“and what’s that?” you say, tongue in your cheek, pretending not to know exactly what’s about to happen. and pretending you don’t want it so bad.

seonghwa grabs your cheek, beckoning your face closer to his. his eyes bore into yours, before landing down to your lips. not holding back anymore, he presses his lips onto yours with purpose. your lips meld into his, placing your hands on his chest. your kiss deepens in fervor, as if the hunger completely took over both of you. soon enough, you’re moving together towards his bedroom, clothes and inhibitions shedding along the way.

you fall back onto the bed with seonghwa standing over you. he takes off his belt while looking down at you with a look that can only be described as burning desire. once he discards his pants, he slowly runs his fingers across your panty-clad core. you’re embarrassed by how fucking wet you are already, slightly closing your legs around him.

“no no, princess,” he smirks down at you, licking his lips. “keep them open for me.”

you do as your told, letting him push your underwear to the side and feeling the wetness between your folds. he gathers some of your slick and brings his fingers to his mouth, savoring it.

“fuck,” he tilts his head up as he groans, unintentionally bucking his hips against the edge of the bed. “you taste so fucking good.”

with one hand gripping your thigh, the other hand dips back to your heat to slowly insert his middle finger in you. he lets you adjust momentarily before sliding in his ring finger, curling them both. he thrusts in and out, all while watching you squirm under his touch. he just watches in awe, mouth hanging open as he fixates on your pussy enveloping his digits, coating them with your essence. he releases the hand on your thigh to palm himself at the sight. he twitches in his underwear, precum soaking through at the tip.

as if he couldn’t take it anymore, he withdraws his fingers from inside you and rips your underwear, completely tearing the fabric to have more access to you. he tugs his bottoms down to release his aching cockhead, the tip leaking in a long drip onto you. he guides his member down the length of your core to gather your juices and stimulating your clit all the while.

with an elongated hiss, he enters you slowly. you’re taking every inch of him, pulsating around him. you moan with him as he starts rolling his hips into you. you can feel his head hitting every inch of your walls, the pressure making you moan in sweet agony. your sounds ring in his ears, savoring the whimpers you let out just for him. this quickens his pace, still driving into you with cadence.

he’s literally fucking you into the mattress, splitting you open with vigor. you find it impossible to keep from tightening around him in pleasure, and he loses a bit of his rhythm. he pulls out of you completely.

“you’re gonna make me cum if you keep squeezing me like that,” he says between exasperated breaths. he holds his length above you, slapping it onto your core. he bites his lip to hold back a groan before grabbing your waist to switch positions.

he sits up on the bed and places you on top of him. he holds your waist as he guides you down onto his cock. he examines every inch of your face, reveling at the way it contorts at the feeling of him entering you. once you adjust to him again, you start moving. you ride him, throwing your head back. seonghwa takes the opportunity to kiss and bite at the expanse of your neck. he moans as he begins thrusting upwards in tandem with you. he’s hitting all the right spots, and your bodies move together like a dance.

the moans you let out are uncontrollable, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. it feels like no one’s ever made you feel this way, feel this good. and maybe it’s true; maybe no one has ever awakened this primal, animalistic desire within you. it feels addictive, and you could not get enough. you pull him closer, yearning to feel every inch of his glistening body against yours, desperate for your forms to meld together in an all-encompassing embrace.

he crashes his lips to yours in a fervent kiss, a surge of passion pouring through and intensifying with every passing second. he reaches his hand down to toy with your clit, forcing you off his lips to let out a wanton moan. you core clenches around his length and a wave of stimulation transcends your body.

“cum with me, baby,” seonghwa lets out softly, continuing to thrust into you and toying with your clit.

you throw your head back in ecstasy, all while seonghwa’s eyes devour every inch of you, mesmerized by the sounds of your moans, the sweat trickling down your neck. each movement and touch sends shivers down his spine, solidifying his obsession with you. he wishes with every fiber of his being he could immortalize this sight in his mind forever. he is absolutely captivated by you.

“you’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs before resting his hand just below the side of your face.

his jaw goes slack when your core clenches erratically around him, drinking up this view as you completely come undone on his cock. he continues to piston into you until he follows immediately after, no longer holding back his moans of euphoria.

as your hips both begin to slow to a stop, seonghwa pulls you off of him, eyes still full of unrelenting lust.

“get on top of me,” he says, pulling you to straddle his face. “i want to taste myself in you.”

his hands grip your thighs as he guides your folds to his eager mouth. as soon as your core meets his tongue, a moan escapes his lips. his seed is still spilling out of you, and he licks up every drop with determination. your hips are still above him, hesitant to put your full weight on him.

“i need you sit on my face,” he says between licks. “i want you to fucking suffocate me.”

his hands on your thighs urge you down, letting you become fully seated on his mouth. he devours you, exploring every inch of you. you rock your hips against his tongue, each motion intensifying your pleasure. his hands encourage you to move faster, to take what you want from him. he separates from your core briefly to groan.

“baby, fuck my tongue,” he commands, attaching back onto you, granting you full access to his mouth.

you let his tongue slide into you and thrust onto it, all while his nose bumps at your clit. you feel the tension building in your stomach once again. the overstimulation sends you spiraling, hips continuing to grind onto his hungry tongue. you see his eyebrows knitting together in bliss, the vibrations of his insistent moans sending a pang throughout your body.

“seonghwa, p-please,” you beg, as if you weren’t the one on top of him, fucking his mouth. his dominance overtook you in every way, no matter what position. “i’m going to cum.”

he nods as if he’s saying, ‘yes, please cum on my face, please let me feel you,’ but is stifled by the grinding of your hips. he flattens his tongue so you can thrust your folds on him, and he’s smirking with lust behind his eyes. you let out a cry in pure bliss, your core contracting and spilling your essence onto his lips. he swallows every drop before latching his mouth back onto your clit, prolonging your orgasm. your movements slow down, and you let out a satisfied moan.

you fall off of him, positioning to rest your head on his chest. the waves of pleasure start to subside, and the only thing that can be heard in the silent air was the synchronization of your heartbeats. then reality hits you.

“seonghwa,” you say quietly. “what are we doing? why are we doing this?”

“i don’t know,” he sighs, bringing his hand up to run his fingers through your hair. he struggles to find the right words. “i just… i don’t think i want this to stop.”

you lift your head up, almost thinking it’s a joke. but when you look into his eyes, you can tell he’s being genuine.

“but… but you hate me,” you say.

“i could never hate you,” he urges. he places his hand on your cheek, stroking softly.

you want so badly to believe him, to trust the softness in his eyes. but a voice in the back of your head reminds you that this is temporary, this isn’t real for him, and urges you to not fall for this trap. your mind plays over the past few weeks of turmoil between you. you recall every harsh word, every cold stare, and wonder if this moment of tenderness can truly outweigh all of that pain. is it worth risking your heart again?

“then i need you to explain yourself,” you say, pushing his hand away. “tell me why you’ve been like this with me.”

he sits up, taking a deep breath. “i’ve been so fucking stupid,” he shakes his head. “i think all these years of working at a restaurant kind of roughed me up. i think i built these walls to try and prove myself in the industry, to prove something to myself. and it made me become someone i don’t even like.”

he meets your gaze, seeing your anticipation for him to continue.

“and then i met you, and i still had these walls. i walked all over you and made you feel like shit. and what’s so fucked up about it is that despite that, i actually started to like you,” he runs his fingers through his hair. “i was scared. i’m still scared.”

you never expected him to be this vulnerable with you, let alone confess his feelings for you. you sit up and kiss him softly, intimately.

in that moment, the barriers between you begin to crumble. it’s not going to be easy, but for the first time, you find yourself on the same page.

“i don’t know what comes next,” you say softly. “but we can be scared together.”

a/n: guys i am so proud of this one! i hope i successfully portrayed the intensity between them. shit got my heart racing personally. again, im new to writing fics so plz leave feedback and reblog to support me! thank u sooooo much ♡

edit: sadly there will be no part 3, but i will be releasing something new within the next week or so, so stay tuned 🫶🏻

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[garoujo]

NOW PLAYING: ✩ ˛˚ . 𝓓𝓐𝓓𝓓𝓨’𝓢 𝓖𝓘𝓡𝓛 feat. GOJO SATORU!

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ wc: 4.8k! your step dad knows that at the end of the day you’ll always be a daddy’s girl.. you just don’t realise it yourself!

warnings! f!reader, stepcest, noncon!somno (kissing & touching) -> eventual consent (it happens more than once, you wake up during one of them & it escalates to more), stepdad!gojo, age gap, you refer to him as ‘daddy’, this is my submission for @killsaki’s family ties collab, fank u so much starry for letting me join & write this! ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! it’s been a while since i’ve written step daddy!gojo but pls head the warnings! ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა

it’s late, you think aimlessly as you find yourself blinking drowsily at the crappy slasher you’ve wound up watching on the couch in the living room. you’re tired, but you can’t sleep and the more you think about it the more restless you feel as you try to burrow yourself deeper into the plush blanket that’s wrapped around you, comfortable but you still feel cold as you wait—beg for sleep to take you.

another drowned out screen rattles you as it pours into the room and you find yourself pouting before deciding to flick through your phone instead. it’s like you’re caught in a haze as you swipe through your feed, offering the tv a quick glance every so often but you’re not paying enough attention to your surroundings to hear the careful steps behind you.

there’s another scream followed by another sigh from you before you jolt when long arms fall across your shoulders, followed by a smooth voice that steals your entire attention with how much it seems to soothe you.

“oh? you’re up late.” your stepdad gojo drawls as his looming figure drapes over the back of the couch behind you, his chin resting on the top of your head as his crystalline gaze squints at the tv screen before you nudge him off with a huff.

“what the hell, satoru!” you grumble as you turn around to shoot him a frown from over your shoulder, but that only seems to make him meet you with a smirk before he’s rounding the couch to see you clearer. “but yeah, i just cant sleep.”

“you scared?” he’s teasing you, you can tell by the way gojo’s smile twitches wider, sending you a narrowed sort of look beneath the snowy peaks of his hair as he tilts his head at you. but you hate how good he was at it, making you cross your arms as you try to focus back on the movie you were now suddenly so interested in again.

“you’re so annoying.” it’s a half-hearted rebuke, you’re far too tired to think up something witty and you know even if you did, he’d say something even more infuriating.

gojo was always like that with you, he seems to take pleasure in getting to you, prodding you for a reaction and it’s annoying how good he is at doing it. maybe that’s just how he was, the role of father to someone else’s child seemed to come a lot easier to him than it might to others, but you always put that down to the megumi he always spoke about, so that was never an issue. although you’ve never been able to shake the feeling that your stepdad likes teasing you a little more than he does everyone else.

“hm, you need protectin’? ‘ts my job remember.” his honeyed tone brings your tired gaze from your thoughts and back to him before he knocks his hand against your thigh, ushering you along the couch before his lanky body is falling into the spot right next to you.

“i can take care of myself.” you huff as you look away from him again and you hear gojo hum like he’s thinking it over before he breathes out a laugh, letting his palm push under the blankets to smooth across your thigh like some sort of faux attempt to soothe you. the touch lingers longer than you’d like but you swallow it down, he’s always been a little touchy.

“oh? but a sweet thing like you is always first to go.” you hate the way the compliment mixed with the back and forth motion of his hand on your skin feels like it burns you. it’s like something ignites in your skin despite how cold you felt a moment ago and it’s sinful the way your instincts seem to push you closer to him as you seek out more.

your stepdad gojo always ran warm so you’ll blame it on that rather than the heat that’s buzzing along your shoulders and thighs with every swipe of his hand, his fingers squeezing comfortingly at the skin as you make yourself comfortable in his side. despite the teasing, you were always close so the proximity isn’t something that was completely new, although this feeling is.

“nah, it’s always the annoying, handsome ones.” you’re blissfully unaware of your adorable little reply until you hear the snowy haired man next to you chuckle before he’s pulling your legs over his, sending you a look that makes you cast him a sidewards glance before you’re avoiding it all together.

“is that right?” gojo goads, deliberately as he pinches at your thigh a little too hard but just enough to have you kicking your legs before he’s wrapping one of his long arms around your shoulder again, this time to curl you closer into him as his lips rest against your temple. he can feel you grumbling, probably a little embarrassed you just called your stepdad handsome but he’s sure the things going on in his mind right now are a whole lot worse.

“shutup, you’re missing the movie.” but you’re just too adorable for him to ignore.

but your stepdad thinks you’re so pretty when an hour or two later you’re finally asleep — your cheek pressed against his shoulder when his ministrations on your skin mixed with his comforting body heat has finally lulled you.

gojo finds himself wanting to rest there a little longer as he stretches out his neck meanwhile probably the fourth sequel to that shitty movie plays. but he lets his muscles pop before he’s pulling you closer and sighing when he finds his eyes dropping to the press of your chest against his own, broader one. it’s sinful, he knows he shouldn’t deliberately put himself this close to you, not when he’s well aware of your little crush on him — one that he welcomes, maybe due to his own growing affection that stemmed way past that of a father figure at this point.

although despite his own selfish desires to keep you pressed against him all night, he knows you’ll complain tomorrow about the uncomfortable sleeping position and as much as he’d like to use the opportunity to insist that he’s the comfiest, he knows he should let you sleep.

“gotta get you to bed, angel. yeah?” so gojo tries to push himself up from the couch as he whispers to you, carefully as to not rouse you from your sleep but it proves unsuccessful when your brows fall into a frown. your arm round his waist to squeeze yourself closer as your pretty, sleepy feathers tilt perfectly up at him and it’s almost like you’re teasing him as he falls back against the cushions behind him, your lips parted and pouty — like you’re begging for him.

your mom did always complain about how much he spoils you.

he shouldn’t, but it wasn’t uncommon for dads to kiss their daughters goodnight and who is he to skip out on the necessities of his role. so gojo let’s his gaze drop to your lips before his fingers are tracing along the shape of your jawline, holding you there before he’s leaning into kiss you once on the lips as a goodnight and then again because he wants to, because he can.

the kiss is short and sweet but you whimper as he pulls away, pushing yourself closer like you’re asking for more and it’s like his self control seems to snap, string by string at the sight of you so pliant against him. suddenly the man who was considered to be the strongest is nothing but weak at the sight of his own step daughter.

“gotta stop teasing me like this, sweet girl. g’nna make me do something you’ll hate me for.” but gojo leans in again anyway, deliberately this time as his lips end up back on yours for a kiss that’s just as warm although it seems harder. you’re pulled in close and despite the way something in his chest tells him to stop, he won’t—he can’t. he lets his mouth press you open, moving you so easily but still gentle enough not to wake you as he parts your lips, grunting when his tongue finally pushes up against yours and his hands fall to your body once more.

he lets his tongue graze along your own, tasting you deeply until there’s a twitch in his hips and a throb in his cock when his palm falls to your chest, taking a slow handful of your tits before he’s swiping his thumb across the shape of your nipple and growing hungrier when it pulls a whimper from you.

gojo knows he’s too far gone now, but you’re still asleep — his own little step daughter putting all of your trust in your step dad like he isn’t kissing your pliant body right now, squeezing and palming at your breasts in his palms before he’s throwing caution to the wind and trailing under the hem of your shirt instead. your skin feels like silk beneath his hands and the first, real press of your chest is heavenly as he licks into your mouth, wishing he could feel you kissing him back as he pinches and rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

he gives himself a few moments before he pulls away, before he gets carried away and lets his hand fall back to your hips. but it’s like instinct the way it explores the topography of your body — finding the heat of your intimate skin almost too quickly as his lips trail hungrily down your neck. 

gojo can feel the sweet press of your pussy through the little shorts you’d opted to wear, he can imagine how it would feel when his tongue would graze through your slick folds but he knows he’d still rather have the real thing, instead he’s left with an infinite void that only seems to make his cravings worse. he rolls your sensitive skin between his teeth before he rubs at your clothed clit with two fingers and the sound it pulls from you is oh so fucking sweet.

“oh, daddy knows what y’need.” you’re so fucking sensitive, he wants nothing more than to hear you cry for your daddy — breathing out sweet little uh-huhs and pleas as he pushes into you but he won’t wake you, not yet. so he’ll keep his movements gentle, light despite the way he can feel you growing warmer, stickier under the press of his thumb when his voice is pressed to your skin and your thighs twitch with every intoxicating flick of his wrist.

you’re close and he’s warm, breathing deep as gojo pushes himself deeper into you — igniting the spit soaked nerves along your skin as he suckles another mark into your neck but just as he goes to toy with the waistband of your shorts, he stops. he swallows deep, harshly as he catches his breath — like he’s just snapped out of a daze before he’s giving you another sweet kiss on the cheek and a look that lasts a little too long before he speaks.

“time for bed, sweet thing.”

but you’ll wake up alone, warm and sticky like you just woke up from a lewd dream with the pulse of a hickey on your throat — tucked up in your bedroom like you didn’t fall asleep on the couch as you mutter out a “daddy?” and you’ll stay unknowing. for now. until he says so.

you’ll have that pretty little dazed, confused look on your face when your soft footsteps make their way to the kitchen and gojo, your stepdad, will be there to meet you like he always is when your mom is on another business trip as he leans over the counter — his head propped up against his fist as he sends you a teasing expression.

“why’re you looking at me like that?”

“hey now, no good morning? you break my heart.” you smile a bit at his words, blame it on your body still waking up but he seems to like that as he pushes himself up from the counter, giving you a little relief from him bothering you as your stepdad opts to putting a cup for you right next to his own on the counter.

“mom will kill you for using so much sugar in your coffee, didn’t she tell you to stop that.”

your words make gojo’s usual smirk stretch along his features as he takes a few languid steps towards you, sending you a half-lidded look over the frames of his glasses before he’s chuckling. “come on now, don’t be like that. i think we’re allowed our own little secrets.” he quips back quickly, letting his palm pat along your shoulders and you think it’s strange the way your skin seems to twitch and tingle at the swift, seemingly innocent touch despite the way you feel it turn your stomach.

but despite the uneasy feeling that you’re not sure you like at all, aswell as the increasing damp spot in your panties most mornings and the uncomfortable heat that only seems to grow and burst in your stomach every time you see him. you still seek him out when you’re tired and he welcomes you with open arms as you curl into him on the couch, it’s only natural to take more when he’s so eager to give, right?

this was torture for your stepdad too after all, gojo wants nothing more than for you to blink up at him as he breaks you open — he wants to feel the stretch of your walls and taste of your slick pussy on his tongue but he’s held himself back. you should be grateful that he’s only settled for playing with you through your clothes when you sleep on his chest, quenching his thirst for you with a few messy, sloppy goodnight kisses.

but you’re feeling particularly restless tonight despite the way you normally slept so well against your stepdads chest — finding your sleep anything but deep as you slip in and out of consciousness uncharacteristically. it always seems to find you again quickly, normally due to the soothing graze of your snowy-haired pillows fingers along the length of your spine or the smooth hum of his voice.

though when you wake next, the last thing you want to do is sleep when you realise your thighs are spread and your step dads lips are on your neck, his hand pushed down the front of your shorts to rub sticky circles into your clit through your panties.

“daddy?” your voice is weak, wound up tight with the way gojo’s pressing the pads of his fingers into you and keeping you in place, but he freezes when he realises you’re awake — readying himself to pull away despite the way your body is begging him to stay. he grunts and his hand works to leave you but you reach for him and pull him back before you tangle your other hand in his hair. “daddy~”

your back feels sticky where it presses against his chest and despite how disgusting it should feel, you’ve never felt warmer as you spread your thighs wider and you lose every sense of right and wrong with his touch. you hook them over his own as his hips press tight against yours from behind, the angle letting you feel the heavy press of his cock against your lower back as he chuckles breathlessly into the crook of your neck.

“oh? well good mornin’ sweet thing. didn’t know you were so greedy f’ me.” gojo’s lips curl when you shudder into him and he takes your new found consciousness as an invitation for him to push through the final layer of your soaked panties, finally allowing himself to pet through your folds as he eases past the thin fabric.

“what—ah! what’re you doing?” it’s filthy, the break in your voice when he groans at the slick he collects under his touch — trailing it up the press of your pussy to circle your clit as you murmur out another sweet cry for your daddy. so sweet, that only makes him press down on the sensitive bud harder, keeping you tight against him as he rubs at you with two fingers and smears a gentle kiss behind your ear.

“don’t try and pretend you weren’t teasing me, ‘ts mean to lie to your daddy.” your body does little to defend you when every swipe of gojo’s fingers has your hips twisting under his touch. “hm, think i’m spoilin’ you too much, ‘s that it?” his movements slow with his words and he thinks it’s adorable the way you hiccup and beg for him to keep going, grinding into the press of his palm as you babble about how you like when he spoils you.

that’s what everyone says, your mom would always tell him to stop babying you but fuck if only she could see you now.

but he hums, with that same teasing demeanour he always has before his movements come to a halt and the look you send him over your shoulder makes his cock twitch as pretty tears gather at your lashes. gojo sucks his lower lip between his teeth, then he leans into give you another affectionate, soothing kiss on the cheek before his fingers are sinking into your pussy.

“mmm, do i treat you well, sweet thing? you’re such a daddy’s girl, ain’t ya?” you feel him smirk against your cheek as he curls his long fingers inside the squeeze of your walls, letting his palm rub against your slick pussy everytime he sinks them deeper into you until you’re shaking filthily in his lap. he quickly finds a pace that makes your toes curl from where they’re hanging over his thighs, your body rocking in time with him as you ride his fingers and you know he fucking loves that when he rewards you with another hickey suckled into your throat.

“yes, yes, y-yes! ‘m daddy’s girl— satoru, please,” you can barely think never mind speak with how perfectly gojo’s pressing into the sweet spots inside of you, your words coming out a jumble of moans and whines. it’s like he’s mapped out your nerves before hand despite the way this has been the first real feel of you. but his fingers are so long that it’s almost too much with how well he seems to pet at your walls, so good that you could spend forever right here.

“oh, then i’m all you need, yeah? your one ‘nd only?” gojo’s words are possessive when they’re buried into the next hickey he sucks into your skin, his tongue hot as it lavs over the raised mark but it only seems to ignite the flames that lick at your spine as your legs shake. your thighs close around his wrist but he only fights to pry you back open so he can watch the way you cream around your stepdads fingers, laughing so fucking infuriatingly when he keeps going until you’re twitching and making his smug smirk stretch even wider.

“so good fo’ me, wish you could see how pretty y’ look like this, princess.” you’re breathing in short, quick pants as the buzz from your orgasm makes you dizzy. but despite that, you still seem to move so easily when you feel your daddy pat at your trembling thighs, urging you to push yourself off his lap and onto the cushion at his side before he’s turning to look at you once more.

“gonna look even better on daddy’s cock though, yeah?” gojo lets his large hands smooth their way up your thighs before he pushes himself up to his knees — easing down the waistband of his sweats to take out his heavy cock as you nod shyly, still reeling from your orgasm as your eyelashes flutter prettily.

you should feel gross with the way you almost drool at the sight of your stepdads cock, someone who’s meant to parent you not fuck you, but you think that shameful part of you already died when you creamed around his fingers. now, you’re only left with the longing to have him sink up into you, warm and long. so he leans down to kiss you greedily, pressing you into the cushions beneath you as your thighs spread for the push of his hips and wrap around him.

“hmmm, so greedy. my pretty baby.” gojo mumbles as he yanks your shirt up to pool around your breasts and the sight makes his cock twitch as he pulls back to give you a pretty look, brushing his hand through the snowy peaks of his hair so you can take in his hypnotising gaze that make you shudder underneath it like you would on a white winter. he presses the blunt tip against the entrance to your pussy and he gives you another teasing grin when he pauses for a few moments, waiting until your lips part to whine at him before they curl around a moan when he sinks into you instead.

but he knows he’s really fucked with the first saccharine squeeze of your walls around him as he breaks you open, watching the way your puffy folds spread for him because he knows he’ll never be able to stop. now he’s had a taste of the pretty little pussy that’s always parading around his home, he wants to keep you all to himself — ruining you for anyone who isn’t your daddy. you won’t need anyone else when he’s here.

“daddy! ‘s too much..” you gasp and it draws gojo in so he can kiss you again, rocking gently into the hug of your pussy until he finally bottoms out with a drawn out, long groan as his hips press flush and tight against your own. but because your step dad has always been careful, caring he gives you time to adjust to the stretch as his mouth twists softly into yours — bathing you in sweet kisses that make you relax before your hands are in his hair and you’re smearing your slick along his pelvis as you whimper for more, please! ‘ts s-so big..

“oh, but y’re so hungry for me.” his words are emphasised by the slow sway of his hips, pressing the length of him along the sweet spots inside of you that he reaches so easily as he pulls away to suck on his lower lip. “see?” he grits again as he presses down onto your stomach and it’s insane the way he suddenly feels deeper — the sharp cut of his stare so intense on the way you take him that you wouldn’t be surprised if he could see through you.

“look at me, angel,” gojo’s lips part ever so softly as his eyes search for yours again “wanna see you when y’re on the end of daddy’s cock,” and he wants to pinch your cheeks when you give him a starry-eyed look.

“wanted this pussy for so long, knew it was fuckin’ made just for me.” his words are hissed from between his teeth as he starts a pace that’s not particularly fast, but it’s heavy enough to have you jolting beneath him as his hands grab at your hips to keep you in place. his words are true after all, he can’t even count the amount of times his sweet little step daughter had him hard — too warm under his clothes despite the way he always seemed to look away before you caught him.

maybe if he’d met your gaze, coaxed you into him and let you catch the way he’d drink you up he’d have had you like this sooner. but gojo thought you to be so untouchable, but now your pussy is squeezing tight around his cock and he’s mouthing at your throat like he’s dreamed and that thought seems to fade away.

but your mind is a mess with how well he’s fucking you — losing yourself in the feeling of your daddy, in the feeling of finally having him close to you as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and try to meet every wet connection of his hips with needy little grinds of your own. the blunt head of his cock feels like it slides along all of your sweet spots perfectly and you’re not sure if it’s still the lingering aftermath of your orgasm that has you so close already, or the realisation that the man over you is someone who should be anything but.

the reality is gojo’s deliberately dragging the pleasure out of you, rocking his body seamlessly with your own because he’s determined to have you craving him like he will you. he’s grinding his pelvis along your putty clit with every thrust and he doesn’t think he’s ever tasted anything sweeter than the sound of his name on your lips when he’s kissing you once more.

“daddy~ ‘m so close!” you gasp dreamily and your pussy squelches as warmth bursts and tingles across your thighs — the sweet lull your voice seems to have taken making the man over you’s pace stutter as he forces more of his cock into your slick walls.

“oh yeah? can tell, squeezin’ real tight already.” gojo grunts as he pushes his body closer to your own, rutting you into the cushions below you like a wild fucking animal despite the way he feels completely at your mercy. he’s past caring, past holding back when the heavens and the earth have dropped a perfect little thing like you right in his lap like he’s the honoured one.

“you want daddy’s cum, sweet thing?” his hands almost curl into your hips and he swear his lungs quake on his next thrust as the needy coax of your walls tremble around him. he needs you to want him, to beg for him before he crumbles under the weight of his own desire. you offer him another moan, followed by a mantra of sweet little yes daddy’s and uh huhs that only make him greedier, but it’s not enough.

“hm? can’t hear you, gotta be nice ‘nd loud f’ me.”

but despite the way you know your mind should be signalling, ringing for you to stop. you can’t, your lips part and you feel like your body is going to crumble with every one of gojo’s crushing thrusts. “yes, yes! p-please, want your cum, daddy!” you gasp despite the way you shouldn’t but you feel him pet at your cheek so softly that you can’t help the way your body betrays you.

“then don’t hold back on me,” your step dad grunts and you don’t, your pussy throbs around him and he grits his teeth as your cream around his cock. his hips press into yours, snug and tight with the first milking compression that has his huge stature curling over you as he sinks his teeth into the crook of your neck. but he doesn’t stop, he coaxes and fucks you through your orgasm until you’re like putty beneath him, thighs trembling to pull him closer and he hopes the fucking walls remember how pretty you sound when you cry his name.

“only f’ me, sweet girl. yeah?” he asks again and you struggle to stutter out anything coherent with how good you feel, the slight sting of overstimulation making you feel warm as gojo’s breathing becomes laboured and he finally spills hot and thick inside of you. but it’s filthy, when the back and forth stutter of his hips only seeks to push it deeper inside of you, a gooey ring of liquid forming around the base of his cock everytime he draws his hips back before they sink into you with another louder squelch.

he finally stills a few moments later as you whimper at the slight throb between your thighs, pushing gently at his chest to ease him off of you as he gives you a handsome, pink cheeked sort of smirk that you can’t deny makes you feel warm, loved.

“you could’ve atleast woken me up!” you hiss, playfully as you swat at your stepdads chest but he’s quick to take your hand in his before he’s intertwining them, leaning in to press a few kisses along your cheeks until you’re giggling and the infuriating smirk seems to return to his features far too quickly despite the way his softening cock still rests inside of you.

“oh yeah? but you were already so wet you must’ve been dreamin’ of me, sweet girl.”

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[educatedsimps]

— inarizaki 4 x f!reader on her period (hcs)

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ft. miya atsumu, miya osamu, kita shinsuke, suna rintarō x f!reader

a/n: only writing for these four (so far) 'cause i don't think i have a very good grasp of the other inarizaki characters but perhaps in the future! anyway this one's short and sweet but i hope you enjoy~~

cw: timeskip spoilers for osamu but that’s it

— MIYA ATSUMU

is a dumbass

this man would only know what to buy for a period care pack because kita got him a care pack when he was sick

“i picked up a few things from kita-san ya know, WHADDAYA TAKE ME FOR?!"

he gets anxious and worried that he'll forget stuff when he's at the store

like he had to ask kita to make him a checklist for when he gets supplies for u

would go on a day trip around the neighbourhood to find the store that has everything on that checklist

keeps that checklist pinned in his notes app (right below a little note where he writes down everything he loves about you - he's a simp)

he's always worried he missed something so he will not shut up

"are you sure the pads are in there? did i get the right ones? the big ones with the wings right? the extra absorbent kind? I SWEAR I TOOK THE RIGHT ONES BUT IF THEY'RE NOT IN THE BAG I'LL RUN BACK TO GET IT FOR YA RIGHT NOW" (he took the bus there btw)

"oh and they ran out of the usual snacks you like so i got three other brands for you to try, if you don't like any of 'em i'll get some more!"

asks osamu to make your fav onigiri too but he only asks nicely cuz it’s for you :)

— MIYA OSAMU

would make SO MUCH food for you like you’ll never go hungry if you’re with him

he also does not care if you bloat during your period he WILL keep you fed even if it's against your will

would also find a bunch of different recipes that will reduce your bloating

he's an onigiri guy but he'd go to his mom and ask her to teach him her healing soup recipes

he'll start making so much soup you'll just be drinking soup the whole day (with onigiris and anything else you'd like, of course)

would NOT let you within a 10 foot radius of a cold drink when you're on your period

like you'd go to the fridge in the middle of a hot day to grab some chocolate and you'll just hear "STEP AWAY FROM THE FRIDGE WITH YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR"

you turn around and he’s pointing at you with his spatula in hand

he knows how warm you might feel on your period though so he'll make the kind of hot soup that cools the body (he learnt it from his mom)

— KITA SHINSUKE

kita is kita

kita is the best one out of everybody

he KNOWS what he’s doing like i don’t even need to explain

but yes you can trust that he’s got everything you need and has everything before you even know you need it

fav snacks, fav drinks, heating pad, painkillers, a gallon of water, hot soup, fresh food, weighted blanket if you like those, your fav movie or show already set up for you and a shit ton of cuddles and naps throughout the day

also he’d write in or call your boss to tell him or her that you’re staying home

“kita, i NEED to go to work today-“ “no. you need to rest.” “but-“ “i already called your boss.” BRO IT’S 6AM

will physically force you back in bed if you try to get up or out

also asks osamu to make ur fav onigiri

of course, his grandma loves u SO much that every month she’ll ask kita if you’re on your period and she'll make herbal or like the healing kind of soup and packs it so nicely for kita to bring it to you

sometimes she adds a little note in the carrier and your heart melts every single time

— SUNA RINTARŌ

king of cuddling and doomscrolling tiktok in bed

he knows you don’t really like lying down in bed and all during your period, especially if it’s really heavy so he’ll lay out extra towels and stuff in case anything happens

also would 100% clean up for you if your period gets too heavy and leaks onto the bed or something

“go get yourself cleaned up in the washroom and wait here for me once you’re done. don’t touch anything, i’ll take care of the sheets.”

keeps painkillers and water on his nightstand and a ton of heating pads in his drawer

ENDLESS CUDDLES like he gets so clingy it’s almost embarrassing but he’s cute so-

uses tiktoks to distract you from your period

“my period hurts-“ “babe look look look it’s a cat” “AWWWWW ITS SO FLUFFY”

tbh i don’t think you’d even use heating pads much if you were with him cuz you cannot look at suna and tell me that he’s not a heater in human form

his warm hands on your lower belly is the BEST feeling when you’re on your period

*places hands on tummy* “does it still hurt?” “no i think it’s going away…” “it better be. or i’m dragging your cramps to the depths of hell myself.”

— EXTRAS

osamu probably makes extra batches of onigiri every week just to give it out to his brother’s and friends’ girlfriends and honestly God bless him for that

would give atsumu’s girlfriend atsumu’s share of onigiri tho

the first time you got your period after you got together with kita, he probably asked you a whole list of questions he prepared and noted down all your answers like your fav stuff and the types of pads or tampons you use etc. it was honestly pretty shocking but sweet nonetheless

suna def has the period tracker app on his phone but he remembers your cycle so he uses the app to remind you

atsumu also has the app but he sets it to send him reminders and notifications when your period is coming up

a/n: THANK YOU FOR READINGG hoped u enjoyed it ~~ stay tuned for more original and requested works coming soon!! -lyssa

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[auras-moonstone]

hi! could you write something with jack champion x fem!reader, where she’s acting on avatar 4/5 as spider’s live interest? and they’re just adorable on and off set and are always flirting during the press tour? thank u! 🧡

hi!! i love this request so much!! it ended up being way longer than i thought lmao but i hope you enjoy it! 🫶🏻🤍 by the way, just in case: y/n/n means “your nick name” and y/c/n means “your character’s name”!

freudian slip — jack champion

words: 2,438

pairing: jack champion x fem!reader

summary: y/n and jack are co-stars and friends, but everyone in the avatar cast knows they have feelings for each other. neither of them wants to admit it, until a freudian slip from y/n during their kissing scene changes everything.

TRINITY, BAILEY, Y/N AND JACK HAD JUST FINISHED SHOOTING A SCENE. They decided to hang out in Jack’s trailer and play Fifa on his ps5.

“Y/N you are letting me win. Stop it!” Jack groaned, putting his head on her shoulder.

“I’m not!!” she lied. She totally was.

“Yes you do. You totally destroy Jamie when he comes to visit us, and he is really good at his game. There is no fucking way I’m better than you” he accused.

“I’m just tired” she shrugged.

“Your players aren’t even moving!” he exclaimed.

“Okay, fine. I’m letting you win” she confessed “But you just look so adorable when you score a goal, how could I interfere?”.

Trinity and Bailey looked at each other as they rolled their eyes.

“So… the kissing scene is in two days” Trinity spoke up, making the two teenagers separate from their hug.

The kissing scene was something both of them had been looking forward to. As they clearly had no intentions of speak about their feelings, they at least wanted to feel what kissing the other would be like. Even if it was just acting.

“Yup. Promise to wash my teeth that day, Y/N/N” Jack joked.

“Well, I’m not and you will have to bear with my morning breath” she laughed.

“You wouldn’t dare” he looked her dead in the eye.

“I totally would” she nodded “but I won’t”.

He sighed in relief “Oh, can you wear your cherry chapstick? I’m fucking addicted”

“How would you know?” Bailey asked confused “Oh my god, have you two been practising?”.

“What the fuck” Y/N said, eyes wide open as Jack yelled “No!”.

“She lets me borrow it sometimes” Jack explained them.

“Okay, okay. Jeez you two turned into blushing messes” Bailey laughed.

“We should go” Y/N said awkwardly.

“Yeah” Jack let out a nervous laugh.

Y/N FINISHED THE LAST SCENE OF THE DAY AND WENT TO HER TRAILER TO TAKE A LONG-AWAITED NAP. She could’ve easily gone home, but as every friday, she waited for Jack so they could go together to her house and have their weekly movie marathon. It was a little activity they have been doing together for the past months.

Almost an hour later, Jack entered her trailer and his heart melted at the sight. No matter how many times he found her napping, the reaction would be the same. She had her own arms around herself, probably from the cold; her lips were partially open and her face was adorned with a cute frown, she probably was having a dream.

He carefully walked towards her frame and kneeled beside the small couch she was sleeping on. He pulled the fallen hair out of her face, and shook her softly as he called her name in a delicate way. She fluttered her eyes open and scrunched her nose, the light from the outside bothering her. Jack put a hand over her eyes until she grew accustomed to the light.

“Hey, gorgeous. I’m done for today, wanna go to your house?” he asked with a smile. How could someone be so pretty? he asked to himself.

She nodded as she stood up “Can we buy sushi? I’ve been dying to eat all week”.

“Anything you want” he answered with a grin.

When they finally arrived to her house, the discussion on what to watch next began. Y/N wanted to watch a rom-com, while Jack was in the mood for a good horror movie.

“Y/N/N that movie sucks” Jack said, completely against the idea of watching Valentine’s Day.

“How dare you?” she asked offended.

“It’s the truth and you know it. You just forced yourself to like it because Taylor Swift is in there” Jack pointed out.

He had an valid point. The movie was boring and weird, but Taylor Swift made it worth it. “I don’t want to watch Final Destination, it’s traumatising”.

“Not more than fucking Valentine’s Day” he laughed as she elbowed him in the stomach “Ouch, sorry”.

“Let’s just bring new options. What about Lemonade Mouth?” she suggested.

“Mamma mia? I’ve never seen that one” he suggested. Y/N’s eyes lit up.

“Yes! Yes, absolutely” she said excited. “Just a little warning, I take musicals very seriously. So, expect me to make a fucking performance”.

“I’m certainly not complaining, love” he assured her. Y/N tried not to smile as she looked the movie up. It was her favorite nickname and he knew it, he loved seen her reaction everytime he called her that.

He didn’t pay attention to the movie at all. Not that it was bad, but the girl next to him was much interesting. He had a foolish smile on his face, watching with heart eyes as she sang the ABBA songs with passion. He wondered if anything was going to change the next day—the awaited kiss between their characters. He sure hoped so, because holding back from her was getting more and more excruciating each day.

THE BIG DAY FINALLY ARRIVED AND THE EXCITEMENT WAS NOTICEABLE ON THE SET. It was the scene everyone had been waiting for—especially the two people involved in it.

“Stop” Y/N groaned as the girls gushed about the scene “it’s not a big deal”.

“Is that why you have been fixing your hair for the last ten minutes and applying the cherry chapstick Jack loves?” Bailey teased her.

Y/N blushed “Fine. It is a big deal, this might be the only chance I have of kissing him. I don’t want to mess it up”.

“But if you mess it up, then you’ll have to do the scene again” Trinity said.

“Good point, Trin. Then I hope he messes it up” she said. Her friends gave her a look of confusion “Well, I want to kiss him more than once, but I can’t mess the thing up on purpose”

“Stop being professional for one minute” Bailey groaned.

“I’m sure James Cameron won’t appreciate you saying that” Y/N laughed.

“Anyways, even if the scene goes well, we both know it won’t be the last time you kiss” Trinity said “It’s pretty obvious you like each other, maybe this fake kiss is the push you both need”.

Before Y/N could respond, a knock was heard on the door of the trailer. “Hey” Jack greeted them. “Y/N/N, it’s time” she nodded as they started to make their way to the set. “Are you okay?”.

“Not going to lie, I’m a bit tad nervous” she laughed.

“Don’t be. It’s just me” Jack said, putting his arm around her shoulder.

“That’s the problem” she said under her breath. Thankfully, he didn’t hear her. “Yeah, I know but everyone’s going to be there. You know how they are making a huge deal out of this”.

“Yeah, I know. But just focus on me, okay? You are going to be great, as always” he assured her. She smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek “Now I’m feeling more confident than ever” he said cheekily. Y/N rolled her eyes as she laughed.

“Ready?” the director asked. They nodded and then they took their place to start shooting.

Y/C/N was sitting on the edge of her bed, looking at the ceiling as if it were the most interesting thing, when she felt a presence next to her. Diverting her eyes from the grey roof, she found Jack’s—or Spider’s—brown eyes.

“What are you doing all alone?” he asked sitting next to her, his bare tight brushing against hers. Y/N’s breath hitched—well, it was on the script, but she wasn’t really acting that reaction—as she turned into a nervous wreck.

“I couldn’t stand that stupid mask or Neytiri’s glances anymore” Y/C/N sighed.

“Yeah, it sucks being human sometimes” he agreed.

“I don’t know how you did all of this alone” she said softly. It hadn’t been that long since she appeared on Pandora.

He shrugged “Not that I have much choice, but it wasn’t that bad. I don’t regret it, though, I love being around Lo’ak, Jake, Kiri, Tsireya… I have pretty sights and now I’ve got you” he looked at her and raised his hand to brush the hair off her face.

Y/N’s heart started beating at a very fast pace “I’m really glad you are here, Spider. I don’t know what I’d do without you” she said shyly. His closeness was very overwhelming.

“Probably fall from every tree and have multiple broken bones” he joked, making her laugh. “But I secretly enjoy that you don’t know how to properly climb trees”.

Y/C/N looked at him in confusion “What do you mean? It sucks, I feel so out of place. I’m still growing accustomed to the wild life, sometimes I feel like I don’t belong here”.

“I just have an excuse to hold you” Spider admitted, cheeks turning red. “Do you really feel like you don’t belong here?” he asked sadly.

Y/C/N felt a pang of guiltiness in her chest. “I mean the place” she clarified. “But right here… with you, that is where I really feel like I belong. Did you ever hear about the saying ‘Home is where the heart is’?”

Jack nodded slowly, knowing it was coming. His heart beating in anticipation, an electric feeling flooded his stomach. Y/N was so mesmerised by Jack’s beauty that almost forgot to continue her line. “Well, my heart is with you, Jack”.

Silent was heard on the set. Jack’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open. For a couple of seconds, Y/N was confused, not understanding the reactions, until it clicked. She gasped, turning red from embarrassment.

“Shit! I’m so sorry, guys. I-I don’t know. It slipped” Y/N apologised in a mortified tone. Everyone messed up their lines at least once, but she felt a pressure on her chest that only got tighter.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, it’s not a big deal. Let’s just take five, okay?” James said, giving her a look of reassurance. She nodded and left the set, not daring to look at Jack. But he was not going to let it pass, he decided it was his opportunity.

“Y/N/N! Wait” he ran, stopping right before she entered her trailer.

“Jack, please, not now” she begged.

“No, please. I need to say this before the courage fades away” he said. She thought about it for a minute before finally nodding “Maybe saying my name was just a silly mistake, but the look in your eyes tells me there is something more. Is there something more?” he asked. She wanted to say yes so bad, but she couldn’t get the words out of her mouth. She was still mortified, and Jack noticed it, so he made the first step. “I like you, Y/N/N. And I don’t mean it as a friend. I mean that my heart goes crazy when I’m near you, that I want to hold your hand, shower you with gifts, have silly dates with you, and that I want to be able to kiss you whenever I want”.

Y/N swore her heart was about to explode from love, and that her face was going to hurt from smiling too much “That was so sweet, Jack, what the hell” she laughed “I like you too, so much. As if that wasn’t already obvious from my little slip. And I literally look at you with heart eyes, so…”

Jack smiled fondly “You are so adorable” he whispered, grabbing her cheek. “Can I kiss you?”.

“Please, I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the very first day” she admitted, and Jack fell for her even more. Not wanting to waste any more time, he pressed his lips against hers. They both smiled in between kisses, not really believing that was happening.

They heard a crowd cheering from afar, making them pull away. The whole crew was looking, and shouting.

“This could be considering stalking, did you know?” Y/N told them in a loud voice.

“We have been waiting for this moment since we started filming two years ago!” Bailey shouted, and the cast nodded in agreement.

The couple rolled their eyes. Jack put his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him “Let’s go, love. We have a scene to shoot. And remember, it’s Spider, not Jack”.

“Go to hell” she told her boyfriend, acting annoyed. But the grin on her face betrayed her.

THE AVATAR SHOOTING ENDED ABOUT A YEAR AFTER Y/N AND JACK GOT TOGETHER. And they were doing better than ever. They didn’t keep their relationship a secret—quite the contrary, they loved posting pics of their dates, do livestreams and tiktoks together, lovey post about the other, etc. Everyone adored the couple, which made them very happy. They never hid the love they felt for each other, not even during press tour.

“So, what was the best thing about filming Avatar?” and interviewer asked them.

“I loved seeing the work behind it, seeing how the people bring life to the movie” Bailey answered.

“I love the little family we have created. They make the whole experience much better” Trinity responded.

Jack smiled “Definitely the kissing scene between Y/N and I” he winked.

The interviewer laughed “That’s so sweet! What about you, Y/N?”.

“Seeing Jack in a loincloth” she joked, making everyone laugh. “Just kidding. I have to agree with Trin, it wouldn’t have been the same if we all didn’t have such an amazing friendship” Jack cleared his throat “And the kissing scene with Jack, of course”.

“Did you know that the first time we did that scene she said my name instead of ‘Spider’?” Jack told the interviewer.

“No way! Really?” she said surprised.

“Yeah” Y/N blushed. “I was so embarrassed! But thank god I did it, because after that, Jack confessed he liked me and here we are!”.

“We though the shameless flirting was going to stop once they got together” Bailey said.

“It just got worse! Now there is kissing too” Trinity groaned “They can’t even behave during interviews!”

Jack and Y/N looked at each other and smiled. The interviewer caught that and couldn’t help but smile too “Well, I think you two are adorable. Thank you so much for coming today! Hope you had a great time”.

The young cast did the outro for YouTube and left the room. “So what are we doing today, love?” Jack asked his girlfriend, pecking her lips.

“Pasta and Scream 6?” she asked hugging his waist.

“Don’t you ever get tired of watching Scream 6?” he laughed.

“Nope, there is this hot character called Ethan Landry… I watch it just for him” she winked.

“Oh yeah, I know him. He’s gorgeous, have you seen his muscles?” he said sarcastically, making her laugh. “Let’s go home, love”

[luvsunarin]

BOYFRIEND || suguru geto x fem!reader

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇⠀u & geto fuck around on the down low & it slowly turns into somethin' more

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓⠀slight nsfw, fwb to lovers, lowk cringe.. , petnames (dollface),

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆⠀boyfriend by ari & social house

YOU AND GETO HAVE BEEN SEEING EACH OTHER for a few months now. almost every weekend you two link up and fuck the stress out of each other. and it definitely worked because after you two were done with each other, all your worries and stresses are thrown out the window just in time for a new week of new stress to build up.

but you two strictly kept it like that. there was quite nothing romantic between the two of you at all, and you or him were gone before the other could wake up. you were both hard to read – you could barely understand geto and he could hardly understand you.

there wasn't very much trust in the "relationship" you two had either, due to the fact that you were simply fuck buddies.

you both agreed that you wouldn't kiss each other during sex since you weren't together and that you could continue to go on dates with other people.

up until recently, geto accidentally kissed you and he fell in love with how soft your lips felt. i mean, can you blame him? he was obsessed with how they were about a perfect fit with his lips. they molded together perfectly and he couldn't that that out of his head. he loved the taste of the strawberry chapstick you put on occasionally and how he could taste it on his lips once he was done kissing you.

and honestly, you'd be lying if you didn't enjoy how his lips felt either. or how handsome he looked when he forced you to look him in the eyes while he mercilessly pounded into you at an unholy speed.

the more you saw each other, the more romantic the hook ups got. you would stay at each other's apartment complex more often to have breakfast, or even go out together for a cup of coffee and brunch and you're getting to know each other better.

next thing you know, you have a spare key to each other's apartment complex and you're hanging out on the couch, simply watching a movie together.

who would've thought a mere kiss would've gotten you two here?

although, you two still were not boyfriend and girlfriend, you started hated it when the other mentioned another person during your conversations. when geto mentioned another girl, you give him a cold shoulder until he makes it up to you by giving you the greatest dick ever. and vice versa with you, where you ride him and show him that you're on display for him and only him.

sometimes you even get into arguments like couples would about other people, but that was rare.

anyway, despite the fact that you both acted like a couple, did things couples do, and missed each other like couples doyou still considered each other as nothing more than "sneaky links".

though deep down, you two know damn well that you didn't mind dating each other at all. you wanted to be more than just fuck buddies, or friends with benefits. but the commitment was scary.

you haven't talked about it with each other much, but you both knew the feeling was mutual – geto wanted to be your boyfriend and you wanted to be his girlfriend. so if you wanted it that much, why don't you face your fears and give it a shot?

you had called him to come over a while ago and he showed up about five minutes after, which was faster than usual considering the fact his apartment is a 18 minute drive from yours.

you jumped at the sudden sound of your door handle being fondled until you see the person who comes in, "hey y/n, i picked up some cookies for us to bake," geto greeted you, waving the container of cookie dough before shutting your front door and placing the container on your counter. "why'd you call me over though?" he asked you, making his way to sit next to you on your couch, pressing a kiss on your forehead before he sat down.

"i wanted to talk to you about our whole.. y'know.." you trailed off, hoping he knew what you were talking about. when he realized what you were talking about, he began to listen carefully.

"yeah? well what about it?" geto furrowed his eyebrows together, making eye contact with you.

you took a deep breath, "i'm gonna be honest, i've caught feelings for you and you probably knew that." you admitted, looking away from him. you fidgeted with the end of your shirt.

he nodded in response, motioning for you to continue. "and correct me if i'm wrong, but you feel the same well, don't you?"

geto chuckled softly, "i'm gonna be honest dollface, i've probably liked you longer than you've liked me." he tells you, his mouth curled into a shameless grin and his eyebrows raised in amusement. "ever since i accidentally kissed you, i've been hooked on you." he admitted.

"damn, it's been that long?" you teased him, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. he rolled his eyes in response before you began talking, "you drive me crazy at night though. i've gotten so used to sleeping next to you, it's like when you aren't there, i can't get any sleep. anyway, just saying that if we were dating, you wouldn't have to worry about me telling you about guys anymore." you winked playfully, putting your hands up in fake surrender.

geto was amused with your confession. he thought he was the only one with sleepless nights whenever you weren't next to him. he's gotten too used to your warmth. "i second that, the week where you were out on a buisness trip for your job, i was being driven to my insanity. my eye bags were terrible, don't you remember?" he shakes his head at the memory, followed by a soft laugh.

"aw, ya missed me," you coed, teasing him.

he clicked his tongue, "'course i did. but i knew i wasn't supposed to, so i tried to seek out another girl in the club," he shamefully admitted. "but i didn't find someone who appealed me more than you do." he muttered, letting out a sigh.

"i'm hurt, i was gone for a week and you already tried looking for a replacement," you sigh dramatically, clenching the fabric of your shirt where your heart would be.

"keyword, tried." he smirked. "you have me fucked up, i can't even find other girls attractive anymore. you've set the standard and it's you. it's an issue y/n, real big issue." he frowned.

"not too big of an issue, if we dated then i wouldn't have to worry 'bout you getting with another girl." you bragged proudly. he raised an eyebrow at you and you let out a giggle in response. "don't worry, you're my type brought to life so you won't have to worry about me finding someone else." you reassured.

geto smiled, "really?"

"mhm," you nodded enthusiastically.

"so now what? you wanna go out with me y/n? gimme a chance at being your boyfriend, i won't fuck up." he nearly sounded like he was pleading you at this point.

"damn it, i wanted to ask you out!" you cursed, frowning.

"y/n.. does that matter right now?" he chuckled, raising an eyebrow at you.

"yeah, that's the whole reason i called you over." you shook your head, "lemme ask you out."

"but i already–" you gave him those eyes that he couldn't resist. the eyes you give him whenever you're shopping with him and you want him to buy something for you. he scoffed, rolling his eyes before he gave in, "okay, fine." he says quietly, giving in.

you cleared your throat, "do you wanna go out with me suguru?" you asked, the biggest grin threatening to curl your lips.

he sighed, holding back a smile, "yes y/n, i'd love to go out with you." he exaggerated.

you squealed when he suddenly got up and picked you up, "c'mon, let's go make those cookies, they sound super good." he mumbled, setting you down on the counter.

luvsunarin™ || plot / writing belongs to me, although it was inspired by boyfriend by ari & social house ^.^ leave some reqs in my inbox angels :(

4 marie, happy bday angel <3 @kagsluvrgirl

[umemiyan]

𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗢 𝗫 𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗕!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ 18+ only, mdni / stepcest, incest (it isn't technically specified so do with that what u will) / modern au / tattoo artist!choso, no pronouns for reader / choso is a smoker / mentions of m!masturbation / oral (reader receiving) / unprotected piv sex / creampie / 2k words

big brother!choso who lives with you in your shared apartment, because why not make it easier on yourselves by splitting rent and bills, especially when you’ve already lived together before? you get along well enough, so it only makes sense. what’s the point in trying to search for a roommate when you have each other?

big brother!choso who still pays your portion on bills sometimes even when you’re not falling behind, but just because he has the extra cash and he wants to. you insist he take your money because you don’t want to put him out or owe him anything (as if he would ever lord it over your head in the future), and sometimes he’ll take it just to shut you up.

big brother!choso who leaves a $50 bill next to your toothbrush in the morning, and you roll your eyes at the fact that he’s so impossible. it honestly turns into something of a competition sometimes; who can force the other to accept their goodwill the most?

big brother!choso who takes a break at the tattoo shop when you show up with food that you bought with the money he left you. he can’t refuse because he’s starving and you always know exactly what he likes to order, so after he finishes his cigarette with that stone-cold look on his face, he mumbles something about how you should’ve gotten something for yourself too. you tell him you already ate, which manages to placate him for the moment, but he still offers you some of his food regardless.

big brother!choso who almost never smiles, but is still incredibly happy to see you in between sessions with customers. dealing with people all day can honestly be exhausting for him sometimes, so he thrives on taking his quiet smoke breaks outside alone. however, he never minds when you're there with him.

big brother!choso who always feels a certain type of way when any of his co-workers or customers make comments about you, whether it be about your looks or your relationship with him. he grumbles and ignores them or tells them to shut their mouths, but it bothers him a little bit more than he lets on.

big brother!choso who barely ever goes out on dates (which he is also often teased for), and on the rare occasion that he does, there’s never any spark. sometimes he does it just because he feels like he has to, and he’s usually uncomfortable and wishing he could leave the majority of the time. he truthfully prefers nights at home where he can watch a movie with you and forget about the rest of the world.

big brother!choso who doesn't really pay attention when girls arch their little backs or wiggle their hips a tad bit extra when they're getting comfortable on his table for a session. they flirt and try to make conversation until his one-word answers and cold silence finally cause them to shut up. he’s a damn good tattoo artist, but entertaining isn’t exactly his forte. he’s simply not interested, and not for any particular reason or anything…….

big brother!choso who gets a little too comfortable seeing your face first thing when he comes home, almost as if you're something more than siblings. sometimes you have food for him, sometimes you're just doing your own thing, but it brings him comfort every time he steps through the door. you're his comfort.

big brother!choso who sits as still as a rock whenever you fall asleep and slump against him during a movie, not daring to disturb your peaceful rest. in fact, it makes him feel important to be the one you’ve trusted to lay your head upon, to offer your vulnerability to. he powers through any potential shoulder pain, not complaining a single ounce, but rather catching himself committing your sleeping features to memory. your nose, your lips, your eyelashes all look so ethereal when you’re leaning up against him like this. he’s just an artist appreciating natural beauty.

big brother!choso who has accidentally caught you coming out of the shower or otherwise indecent once or twice (you live together and share a bathroom—it’s bound to happen sometimes), and who, later that night, bites teeth marks into the back of his hand while quietly getting himself off. he’s been holding it in all day, trying to let it go and force it out of his mind, but to no avail. to spare his conscience, he tells himself it’s some sort of natural bodily reaction (he doesn’t exactly have very many sexual escapades), but he still feels disgusting when he cums to the thought of your body on display because the image won’t leave his mind.

big brother!choso who doesn’t know that your thighs got sticky one time as you watched him prep a girl for her rib tattoo, soothing over the skin under her breast and telling her to take a deep breath in that pretty voice of his. for a moment you understood the appeal and almost wished you were in her place, letting him touch your body and breathe over you, put his ink in your skin and feel the pain of the constant buzz mixed with the pleasure of his presence.

big brother!choso who secretly loses his mind every time you have a date. as per usual, he acts cool and collected on the outside, but he’s worrying about you the entire time, wondering if you’re being treated well, if you’re safe, if this person is planning on fucking you at the end of it. that last part weighs on his mind way more than it should because you looked so very alluring on your way out earlier.

big brother!choso who anxiously awaits your return home and who is a little more than elated to hear that things weren’t completely awful, but were, in your own words, “just meh.” he listens to you explain your disappointment as you nonchalantly dress down into your pajamas in front of him, leaving his face tinted red and eyes trying desperately not to scan your figure. he finally meets your gaze when you walk up to him with a smile and say you’d much rather spend the rest of the evening with him, lazily wrapping your arms around his waist and flopping your forehead against his shoulder. your scent fills his nose in both a calming and arousing way.

big brother!choso who wraps his arms around you in return and feels your rib cage expand against him with breath. he tells you that you’ll find the right person eventually, because it’s virtually impossible for someone as amazing and cool and kickass as you to not land the person of your dreams at some point. whoever it is will be the luckiest person in the world, but he secretly doesn’t think anyone truly deserves the honor of being with you.

big brother!choso who’s not expecting you to look up at him with sincerity in your eyes and lean in to kiss him right after, stealing the faint taste of tobacco off his lips from his last cigarette. there’s also a taste of something so very raw and him underneath it all, coating your tongue when it darts out to try tangling with his. he indulges for a moment, letting every repressed feeling rush to the surface until he finds enough resolve to pull away and catch his breath.

big brother!choso whose cock twitches in his jeans but who has enough sense to say “this isn’t a good idea,” even when it feels like the most perfect idea ever to exist. however, he’s not immune to the sound of your heavy breathing and the way your eyes look at him with more lust this time, silently pleading for him to not take this away from you, from both of you.

“please, choso…” you whisper, nudging at his jaw with your nose, “you’re the only one who can take care of me.” the slow kisses you place against his neck make him shiver and only entice him further, his head spinning with the idea of being your caretaker in more than just one way.

“and i’ll take care of you too, promise. just like always,” you continue, reaching a hand down to feel his hardening length through the fabric. his hips stutter and his breath hitches. “we always take care of each other.”

those words and one last kiss is all it takes for him to seal the deal.

big brother!choso who has suddenly assumed a new duty, tending to your needs because he’s supposed to be the one to take care of you, and he’ll absolutely prove that he can. he doesn’t care what happens to him, what sort of horrible sins will be added to his soul’s resume, all he cares about is making sure that you get what you want, what you need. in his eyes, you can do no wrong; he’ll take responsibility for it all, but for now, he’s going to pour everything he has into making sure you feel good.

he’ll gently place you on your bed with a pair of strong arms, devouring you with a worshipful yet gentle haste in each kiss. he’ll splay large hands across your waist, your belly, your rib cage where your heart beats beneath his palm, supplying you with the blood and life he holds so dear. he admires the beauty of every inch as you’re undressed because he could never make art as gorgeous as you.

big brother!choso who diligently laps at your cunt until you have to beg him to stop because it’s too much and you need more from him than just his tongue; you need to feel every inch of him filling you up because you’re convinced that’s the only way you’ll be able to feel whole. and as much as he loves having your arousal dripping down his chin, he can’t ignore the ache in his cock that makes him dizzy for you.

sliding into you for the first time is like a religious experience. he’s not exactly a virgin but he’s never felt anything like this before, and being able to stare into your eyes as it’s happening only makes him feel that much more convinced that he has died and somehow been admitted to heaven. you’re soaked and taking him in so well, wrapping your limbs around him as he gives a full-bodied shudder at the feeling of your molten heat accepting every inch. he feels both incredibly honored and guilty for being able to feel you from the inside like this.

big brother!choso who’s already panting like a dog just from being hilted in you, and who has to take it slow so that he doesn’t cum as soon as he starts pumping in and out of your cunt. it draws noises out of him that you’ve never heard before, and even though you feel like you’re being split in two, there’s never been a more satisfying sensation. no one has ever filled you so completely, both physically or emotionally.

big brother!choso who fucks you with so much dedication and care that you can’t stop the tears from wanting to well up in your eyes, especially when he begins repeatedly hitting the spot inside of you that makes the room start to spin. he grunts and groans against your neck, pushing his hips into you until he can feel you start to shake. every moan and clench of your walls tells him that he’s doing his job, so he feels a little less guilty about spilling inside of you once you’ve started to cum around his cock.

big brother!choso who kisses you tenderly in the aftermath, trying to come back down to earth after one of the most incredible experiences of his life. he’ll hold you when you snuggle up next to him with your exhausted body, giving him thanks for always being there for you. he thinks nothing of it, really. “that’s my job,” he says matter-of-factly before kissing you on the forehead. and it’s true; he doesn’t expect praise or reward for it, and he’d still take care of you even if you didn’t put in any effort in return.

he’s always done his best to be a good big brother, but now that he’s seemingly made you so much happier, he thinks he must be doing an even better job than before.

[mirixmoya]

hello friends welcome to GRADING TORTURED POET SOCIETY SONGS BASED ON HOW EASILY I COULD TURN THEM INTO A HAYFFIE FIC (PART TWO) i hope u enjoy.

(you can find PART ONE here, for anyone interested!)

i. the black dog: 8/10. excellent directly-post-war hayffie song. captures a moment when they haven't quite re-connected yet, but they're both dying without eachother. "my longings stay unspoken, and i may never open up the way i did for you" "six weeks of breathing clean air, i still miss the smoke" is all very them. a really effective illustration of how the world feels like a different place in heartbreak, it's desolate and aching, which is all very very hayffie.

ii. imgonnagetyouback: 9/10. this song is bananas crazy, but so is effie. so it fits. it reeks of the turbulent, on-again-off-again, boundaryless, situationship parts of hayffie. once again, i think this could be a VERY good directly-post-war vibe. "i can tell when somebody still wants me" "you'll find that you were never not mine" "even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you" are all crazy thought processes which i can 100% imagine effie having.

iii. the albatross: 7/10. i know everyone is really stuck on this being a lucy gray / katniss / snow parallel song, but i see the hayffie vision! i think it would be a good song to juxtapose all of effie's relationships with capitol men against her relationship with haymitch. how is she made to behave by love? how does her fame + position loom over her relationships? effie is mythologized by the men in her life, almost made unreal by their perceptions of her, and it's haymitch who makes her real again. if any of that makes sense.

iv. chloe or sam or sophia or marcus: 8/10. EVERYONE HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE, but i have this vision of really angsty post-canon hayffie where they try to make a proper relationship work, they really do, but they just... can't. but there is an ache to this failure. a regret. they thought that they would always be able to come back to this, to eachother, but they discover that life is actually a series of closed doors. things change over time. they're forced to grieve this past version of their relationship that they simply don't have access to anymore. "you turned me into an idea of sorts, you needed me but you needed drugs (ALCOHOL) more" "could it be enough to just float in your orbit?" "if you want to break my cold, cold heart, say you loved me" ... yeah, the angst potential is endless.

v: how did it end?: 7/10. ONCE AGAIN, excellent bones for an angsty post-canon 'well, it didn't work out' hayffie vibe. good general thg imagery with "lost the game of chance, what are the chances?" + "the empathetic hunger descends" etc etc. "we were blind to unforeseen circumstances" very very them.

vi: so high school: 5/10. i feel like i could twist it to be hayffie if i tried really hard. like maybe a post-canon movie-verse traumaless fluff vibe where everything just falls into place. "no one's ever had me, not like you" is a very good line for hayffie tho.

vii: i hate it here: 8/10. excellent potential for a pre-canon / during-canon hayffie where effie uses their relationship as her refuge from the rest of the world, it's the only place she can truly be herself. the precocious child stuff, the debutant stuff, "i'm lonely but i'm good, i'm bitter but i swear i'm fine", all feels veryyy effie. this song would also be a good framework for effie being incapable of articulating her relationship with haymitch to other people, the magic of it is lost on them, it comes out clunky and awkward. but SHE knows it's real.

viii: thanK you aIMee: 2/10. not a hayffie song. but i feel like i could make it about effie & The Other Escorts if i really tried.

ix: i look in people's windows: 6/10. listen, this album is just an post-canon hayffie gold mine. "i had died the tiniest death" (the war) "i'm afflicted by the not knowing" (her relationship with haymitch) "what if your eyes looked up and met mine, one more time" (they can try again, can't they?). the anxious, almost neurotic ruminating is very effie to me.

x. the prophecy: 10/10. THE HAYFFIE SONG! if you saw the twitter edit before it got taken down, you KNOW. "don't want money, just someone who wants my company" "i'm so afraid i've sealed by fate" ... devastating. i think the illusions to prophecy & fate & this lack of control all play into her role in The Games really well. the idea that she's being punished for her sins by this lack of love. so much of effie is controlled and precise, i think the fact that this one thing (her relationship with haymitch) is sooo out of her control would drive her insane. perhaps insane enough to beg on her knees...

xi. cassandra: 4/10. not really hayffie focused, but good potential for one of my more politically focused fics. maybe the year of the 75th, leading right up to the rebellion. cinna & portia strike me as very cassandra-coded.

xii. peter: 1/10. not hayffie. maybe seneca & effie relationship study, but def not hayffie.

xiii. the bolter: 10/10. PERFECT EFFIE SONG! NO NOTES! SHE IS THE BOLTER! a precocious child with a "quite bewitching face" who is "splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless"??? welcome back effie trinket! the chorus is very hayffie to me. i'm thinking pre-canon early affair vibes. we get all the fun contrast between her relationship with haymitch and her relationship with the capitol "trophy hunters". the bridge could not be more effie if it tried, "hearts are hers for the breaking, there's an escape in escaping". she falls through the ice (the war) but don't worry folks, she comes out alive!

xiv. robin: 0/10. i genuinely have no idea what i could do with this song. sorry.

xv. the manuscript: 3/10. potential for post-canon living-happily-ever-after hayffie but with effie reflecting on her past relationships with capitol men. there's lots of illusions to grooming and the imprint that age-gap relationships leave behind that i think could really work.

[bubblegumvolcano]

𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 (ʳᵒʳʸ ᵏᵉᵃⁿᵉʳ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ)

ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; biting, kissing 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 473 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭; here

꒦︶︶︶  ♡ ♡ ♡  ꒦︶︶︶

"Hey, baby." You smiled when you saw your boyfriend outside your window, and you immediately let him in, of course. You pecked his lips as he climbed in, and he tried to act nonchalant about it, but you could sense the bashfulness.

You're sure he'd be blushing if he had the ability to. "How was the movie with your mom?"

"It was okay, but I definitely should've been with you."

"Cute, but be serious."

"Okay, it was amazing! I actually thought it was gonna be a cheesy sequel but I might be bold here and say it was better than the original!"

Your face scrunched at his words. You knew nothing could beat the original.

  "U-Unless of course, you think the original is better! Because in that case, I totally agree."

You laughed at his nervousness. "You can have your own opinion, you know right? Whatever you say I'll still love you and your weirdly blond hair."

"Hey!" He touched his hair in fake insecurity.

~~ 

   The night then consisted of playful eyerolls, gentle little punches, and lots of kisses.

 Until one kiss hurt you. He didn't know how, but somehow his fangs came out of their hiding spot during a chaste kiss. He had no desire to turn you into a vampire or eat you. He supposed it was just natural? But he immediately pulled away when he heard you gasp and hold your lip.

“Babe, I’m so sorry!”

“No, don’t be. It was an accident.”

“I feel so bad. Are you bleeding?”

“Not at all, don’t worry.”

As you held your lip, you wondered whether it would be so bad if he had fully bitten you. And you felt like it wouldn’t have. At least it’d be him. And in the end, it was kinda hot.

“Y/N, I’m really sorry. I don’t even know why that happened. You’re okay right?”

“Rory! Seriously, I’m okay. I’m fine. Maybe even better than before.”

If a face could look like a question mark, Rory would be it. 

“Hon, I don’t mind if you bite me, you know? I kind of liked it. It makes me feel like I’m in Dusk.” You joked and winked at him.

Rory looked bashful, trying not to look straight in your eyes.

“Really?”

“Yeah..”

“That’s so hot.”

You giggled at the boy’s comment.

“But Y/N, what if I accidentally like.. fully bite you and turn you.. you know..”

You shrugged. “If it happens, it happens.” You acted like it was nothing to you, but you knew deep down if it happened you’d be terrified. However, you’d be fine.

But you knew if you told Rory this he’d be too cautious with you.

“Okay.. I’ll be more careful next time, though.” He says to you, holding your hand gently in his cold one.

“Don’t be.”

“You’re crazy, you know?”

“Yeah.”

tags; @srandomblog , @its-just-charlie-main , @vanilla-cigarettez​ (msg to be added/removed.)

[chocotonez]

skz love languages: acts of service

a/n: I have so many ideas yet none exist in my head,,that’s not meant to be poetic it just means I struggled with some of these

genre/warnings: I don’t think there’s any, gn reader (should be, pls tell me if there’s anything implying otherwise!!), swearing, guys I promise I know my grammar I just like casual language for my hcs

chan

-okay these will be short and sweet because I have so many thoughts

-folds your clothes along with his, or washes your laundry with his

-remembers your schedule so he can remind you of important events

-gives you tips if you ever go to the gym together and shares his water with you

-blows on hot food before he gives it to you

-takes photos of things he remembered you talking about when he’s at the store and asks if you want it

-holds your hands in his when it’s cold and rubs them to warm them up!!

-brings you water/snacks if you’re studying/working with little notes on them saying ur doing a good job <3

-brings extra tissues or lip balm or hand sanitizer just in case you need it

minho

-okay this is kinda niche but like clearing out your phone tabs or compter tabs and scolding you if you have a messy layout or smth like that

-texts reminders to you regularly, drink water, eat, take meds, clean your desk when you get home…

-sends you cute gifs to cheer you up

-always checks in with your feelings in his own way “hey u big baby, are you okay? do you need anything?”

-pretends to laugh at the videos you send him because even tho they’re usually kinda lame it’s from you and that makes him smile but he’ll never admit that </3

-organizes any mess you left behind, puts your dishes away or puts your shoes away and then makes fun of u for being “messy”

-wipes away food you got on your face

-begrudgingly lets you have more blanket when you sleep/cuddle together because he doesn’t want to see u cold or uncomfortable :(

-takes your glasses/jewelry off if you fell asleep with them on

changbin

-opens jars/wrappers/bags for you

-lifts you into his shoulders at festivals

-because it’s October here’s a lil Halloween inclusion of him holding your hands at haunted houses and yelling at the scare actors for you <3 (also because it’s his way of coping lol)

-turns lights off/closes doors if you forget

-if you’re in the bathroom before bed he fluffs up your pillows so ur all comfy and cozy

-reads messages you got out loud if you’re preoccupied with something else, or alerts you if something seems important

-tells you stupid bedtime stories to help you go back to sleep if you had a nightmare

-begins to buy larger umbrellas so you both can stay dry together

-if you wear makeup he wants to help you by either by blending it or just straight applying it and giggling like a kid because “it’s fun”

hyunjin

-brushes your hair and styles it

-this might be also niche but holding onto your shoulders while you walk rather than your hand because it feels more secure?? also because he feels like he can bring you closer to him

-I never really write idol s/os but the idea of him looking over to you during an awards show to periodically make sure ur okay makes me melt

-feeds you and then pinches ur cheeks while laughing

-usually lets you choose the movie/show you want to watch, same with places to eat (unless you don’t know what to pick, then he’ll help you figure it out)

-runs you weekly bubble baths for you two to relax in

-holds/opens doors for you

-always wants you to relax, back rubs or nights off and doing face masks together

-he applies ur face masks for you :)

han

-he’s more of a receiver than a giver for this love language, his is mostly mixed with gift gifting

-making you playlists or untitled songs or coded titles so only you can find them on his Spotify :)

-he adjusts ur clothes, I feel like he’s the type of boyfriend to pick lint off of u without being promoted

-he’s a bit messy so he’ll tend to throw things into your drawer so it at least has the appearance of looking neat, he’ll help u organize if that’s what u want tho!! U just need to ask <3

-always checks in on you unprompted tho, makes sure you’re doing well at any hour of the day and whines

-he either spam texts u or shows up at your house with no warning to check up on you

-stands up for u but subtlety (English is not my first language it took me like seven tries to get that right pmg)

-BUT as I was saying, if you want to go to a restaurant but ur too shy to say it in front of the ppl ur hanging out with, he’ll be like “I WANNA GO TO ____” until they relent <3

felix

-kills bugs for you

-teaches you how to bake and if he’s alone, he’ll bake extra treats for you (his fave thing to bake u r cupcakes !! )

-helps you build furniture and never teases u if you don’t get something <333

-if you play online games together he’ll try to always watch your back and fight off enemies for you

-or if you prefer taking the offensive, he’ll simply cheer you on :))

-sends flowers to your workplace/leaves them on your kitchen counter

-stargazes with you or plans out meaningful dates where he treats you

-makes you playlists

-sings you lullabies if you can’t sleep or just wanna hear him

-stays up after you to make sure you went to bed okay

seungmin

-plugs in your phone for you before bed

-he always listens to your advice or at least takes it into heavy consideration, makes sure you feel heard

-asks if his jokes ever go too far

-“excuse me, they asked for no pickles”

-alway thanks you for acts of services that you do for him, leaves sweet texts or letters expressing his gratitude

-weirdly sweet remarks about how you’re so pretty it’s annoying or “who gave you permission to look so good tonight?”

-covers your eyes during scary parts of movies

-unless asked, he always lets you sleep in on weekends but never fails to be a human alarm clock if your digital one isn’t working

-wakes up before you 99% of the time so he can at least start a cup of coffee/breakfast for you

-pesters you into taking care of yourself (laying on top of you until you brush your teeth, tickling you until you relent to drinking water…)

jeongin

-never breaks pinky promises, and always tells you in advance if there’s a schedule conflict so you don’t have to wait

-if he pays you back for anything he adds a little message “thanks for lunch, love you so much”

-tries new things for you because he trusts you, and encourages you to step out of your comfort zone as well

-asks if you’d like anything before he goes to the grocery store, and always remembers it

-thanks you randomly for being such a good partner or if you did something nice in the past few days

-always gives you a comfortable space to express yourself in, lets you talk and never interrupts you

-makes sure you stay uninterrupted as well, glares down anyone who speaks over u lolol

-makes a special handshake between the two of you

-very playful acts of services but they r still acts of services <3

[myers-meadow]

Hello!! Do you take requests? If so, what do u think abt michael barging in someone's house and is abt to kill them, but reader turns around and thought michael was their little sibling was doing a surprise visit from college (or thought their sibling was trying to prank them) and is happy to see them, pretty much feeding michael by accident? Its okay if u dont do this, just sharing a thought bc of that one michael fic eating roasted potatoes was just 💖

aaah that's such a fun thought! I do take requests, and I'm really in the mood for Michael-thoughts rn,, i kinda miss him?

That's certainly one of the strangest hunts Michael has had, and seeing how passive he is during the movie, he would go along with it with ease, out of amusement and curiosity. If, like in Sunday Roast, his hunger outweighs his desire for blood, this would be a very similar situation to that fic - but the reader being enthousiastic would really change the vibe! And may I present a follow up thought: the moment the reader figures out that the surprise visitor wasn't their sibilng?? chaos ^^

Imagine texting your sibling the next day, something like 'it was nice to see you, looking forward to this weekend!', them replying: 'seeing me - when?'

But who was it you fed like a stray cat then?? :)))

Fic below the cut, drabble. Growing obsession and themes of stalking. Divider by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

After leaving, belly full, feeling a bit lighter without his stomach gnawing at him; his thoughts easily return to you. When was the last time someone was happy to see him? Was Loomis ever happy to see him? He hates that his mind returns to Smith's Grove. When his stomach grumbles in the morning, he makes do with food he got his hands on during earlier hunts.

The cold is unrelenting, the old Myers house is drafty. Besides bloodlust and hunger - there is boredom. He repears the house slowly, with things he steals from sheds and backyards. Then, your face pops up in his mind's eye - out of the blue. It startles him. You were so genuine when you said you were glad he was home. He wished he was home.

But despite it all, he knows he can't return. By now, you must've figured out he wasn't your awaited sibling - and you'd surely be scared of him. Then he'd be forced to kill you, and somehow that doesn't appeal to him as much as sitting at the table together.

So, he returns. In secret.

Watches you enough to notice patterns, habits. It endears him. When he closes his eyes at night, he can envision you moving through your home; the way you pull a knife from the knife block; how you pick at your skin and mess with your hair. All those habits and movements feel second nature to him. The phrases you say to friends, the curses you mutter when you hit your elbow on the doorknob. Yet, he's still an outsider, wishing to know how you would adress him, how your perfume would smell after a day you spent at work versus how it smells from the bottle.

And each night, he thinks: just one more visit. You wouldn't even know he stopped by. Perhaps tonight, he's brave enough, and if he isn't, maybe your favourite scarf goes missing.

You'll get it back though, one day, with a whole Michael attached.

[yourstory-teller]

clingy bono fluff is a must

Hey bb, thank u for requesting, this was really fun to write. Hope you like it xx

Warnings: None, this is very sweet and cheesy and I love this man so much, I can not.

I wrote this in the first hours of the day and English is not my first language, so pls forgive me if there are any errors ♡

In your arms

"Babe, please." You made yet another measly attempt to move, only to find out for, at least, the hundredth time, that there was no way you could get out of there. You heard a mumbling rumble coming from behind you, muffled, probably by the pillow case.

The arm around your middle made no move to let you go, instead you felt it pulling you impossibly closer, one long, heavy leg not so gently thrown over your hip.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips and you considered just succumbing to the circumstances and letting yourself go back to sleep for as long as you were allowed to. Unfortunately for you, and presumably for the person currently wrapped around your body as well, you had some sense of responsibility.

So, after a few seconds of arduous internal debate, you tried to tilt your head back as far as you could, eyes only catching a big mess of thick black locks. "Yassine, my love, I really need to get up."

"No." He said, simply, now moving to bury his face in your hair. "You know I'd love to be in bed with you all day long, but I got things to do." You sighed, finally finding space between your boyfriend's strong arms, to turn over until you were lying face to face.

The closeness was such that you could feel his warm breath mingling with your own. It felt like getting up was becoming a progressively more difficult of a challenge.

"I'm sure they can wait a bit" He lifted one of his huge, long-fingered hands to tenderly caress your cheek, eventually moving down a bit to slide his thumb over your lower lip. "Come on, baby, stay here with me a little longer, huh?"

Now, how could you not stay? Just for a little longer. It wouldn't be just a little, of course, but he knew, and you couldn't deny that, not so deep inside, you really couldn't care any less. You loved him, and it was really a gift how absolutely adored he could make you feel, at every moment of every day. 

Yassine had always been rather sly towards you, even when you were just friends, always attached to the hip, and it only intensified when the two of you started your romantic relationship. His love language was definitely physical touch, and you enjoyed every part of it.

"It's been a hell of a day, princess, I really need your cuddles." Or "It's so cold, the covers are just not doing it" or even "It just doesn't feel quite right when I'm not holding you."

Sometimes, when he had a particularly tough season with training and had to be away for a rather long time, you almost felt like an actual part of you had gone missing.

So, no matter how late it got, or how tired you were, you always made an effort to stay awake until he arrived, and when he finally did, the big, bright smile, accompanied by that little dimple on his left cheek, made it all so much more than worth it. You'd open your arms to receive him in your embrace, head on your chest or in the crook of your neck as you gently ran your fingers through his hair. As a response, he would always snuggle up to you and whisper little pledges of love until the two of you were deeply out of it.

He was especially clingy during free days. Most of the time was spent by the two of you with cuddling on the couch while watching some new movie you found on the catalog, or going out with your friends. Eventually, though, you did have some work to do. After all, it was very rare for you two to be able to take a recess at the same time.

You would be sitting at the large table placed in the living room, notebook open in front of you, a few sheets strewn across the surface, along with an abnormally large cup of coffee, completely focused on whatever you were working on at that moment, when he would appear.

First, he would be walking back and forth inside the house, sometimes going into the kitchen to get a glass of water, or sitting on the sofa to go through all the channels for a few minutes, not really watching anything.

Then he would start making little comments, clearly not wanting to disturb you, but still needing to know that you at least had noticed him. Maybe something about the weather, or how the team seems to be doing worse and worse with each practice. Usually you would respond with a few short comments on the topic, just enough to let him know that you heard.

Not long after, the discreet but always very fluttering compliments would come.

It could range from talking about his admiration for your vigor with your work, to how you look even more beautiful when you're focused. You would then look at him and be greeted with, you could swear, the biggest, most cruelly irresistible puppy eyes in the entire universe.

"You haven't kissed me today" He said, a rather childish pout plastered to his lips.

You giggled under your breath, but got up anyway, and walked over to the too big of a baby that your boyfriend was, intending to return to your previous task soon as possible. You then rested your hands on his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles there flex under your touch, and leaned in slightly to bring your mouth to his in a chaste kiss.

By the time your lips met, however, Yassine was grabbing your hips and pressing you so hard against him, you could feel his heart beating fast against your own. Needless to say, you were instantly smitten, melting like butter in his arms, the writings saved to the computer screen, long forgotten.

After that, you would end up spending what was left of the day doing little activities together, just because you couldn't stand the feeling of being so unproductive.

Cooking was usually the solution. Together in the relatively spacious kitchen, looking for some quick and easy dessert recipe, which somehow always resulted in a huge unexplained mess. You put whatever calorie bomb you'd made this time in the oven, or in the fridge, and while you waited, yassine would pull you close, once again, hugging you from behind, his chin resting on top of your head.

And for the next few minutes, the two of you would just stand there, holding each other, slightly rocking from side to side, talking and laughing like two idiots in love. Because that's exactly what you were.

[exclusivecolette]

LOVE AGAINST ALL ODDS

PT.3

once again a LONG ass chapter sorry. It’s long for a reason.

(if you aren’t blonde or don’t apply to the features, you can just put your own features in. i just put my features because i didn’t really know what else.)

summary: a girl starts to fall in love with a boy in class. But, her abusive parents are extremely strict (ignoring the fact she’s even old enough to drive.) And what is she gonna do when she realizes, he isn’t just some crush?

TW: mention of abuse and bruising, cussing, think that’s it for this chapter.

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My eyes fluttered open to my alarm. I sit up and look next to me. Char (charlie) was laying on top of the blankets sleeping. I quickly turn off my alarm and get up putting my blanket over him. what even happened?

i got ready for school putting on leggings, a crop top, and straighten my hair. I left a note stating “i walked.” on the table and began walking. It was a little cold so by the time i got there i was freezing and sniffling.

I opened my locker when i heard a voice “hey” the voice said walking to me. I just slightly looked up and slightly smiled. “what’s wrong- how’d the talk go” he asked “it was fine” i say quietly. “are you cold” he asked “no i’m good” i say and he grabbed a strand of hair and went to put it behind my ear “hey what’s-“ he saw the bruise. I move my hair back and quickly grab my stuff. “i gotta go matt” i say walking away.

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i walked into 4th period knowing i’d have to deal with matt. He sat next to me silently. He glanced over a few times he seemed nervous. “hey um” he paused sitting up “are we still on for tonight-“ i felt bad and i don’t know why. Maybe it was because he thought just because i was upset i’d bail. “yes matt” i interrupted “yeah i just” i look at him. “i need to figure something out, just let me think for a few minutes” i say and he nodded.

i put my head down to think. My parents wouldn’t be sleep. I can just tell them i’m going to scarlets. “okay i’ll be there” i say looking up. “can i pick you up” he asked “yeah i’ll send to the address, don’t knock.” He nodded.

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During dinner i asked my parents to go to scarlets with the thought that they would have to say yes after what happened. And i was correct. I packed a bag to make it look like i was actually going. I wore sweatpants, and an align tank with an hoodie over. Then I did my hair, a little makeup, and walked out when matt texted he’d got there. I explained to my parents i’d walk as a cover.

I walked out down to the neighbors where i sent him. And he saw me coming from the house over. I immediately started smiling when i got in. “hi” i giggled a little. “hi um did i type in the wrong address?” he asked confused “oh no i just didn’t want my parents to see the car.” i laugh. “oh okay.” he pulled off.

-

we got out snacks and went into the movie. We sat down all the way in the back, there weren’t much people and they all sat in the front.

-

i had started getting tired mid movie. My head fell on his shoulder when i fell asleep but i quickly picked it up. “u tired?” he laughs quietly. “yeah i got like no sleep last night” i put my head in my hands for a second. “then go to sleep i’ll wake you up when it’s over-“ i cut him off. “no i’m fine” i say and sit back up.

She fell back asleep and few minutes later Her head fell back on matt’s shoulder. Her touch made him melt. Her head then started leaning forward like it was gonna fall so he just grabbed her shoulder and helped her lay on his lap. “sorry” she mumbled eyes still closed. “no your good” he said looking back up at the screen.

After a little he became uninterested in the movie and couldn’t stop looking at her. He ran his finger through your hair kinda waking you up. “this feels so good” is all she thought. Then he moved a piece of hair out of her face revealing the bruise. He ran his finger down the side of it and she winced and put her hand up and grabbed his wrist but not stopping him. And he didn’t stop.

He moved his hand a little lower so it wasn’t as close to the bruise. My grip on his wrist loosened. I felt so vulnerable but safe. “you have such long hair” he said quietly. “i’m not allowed to cut it” i whisper but he heard. “it’s pretty”

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I fell back asleep but was woken up when matt shook me. “come on” he said and i sat up squinting as the lights were too bright for my eyes. I stood up stretching for a second and we started walking out. “how’d your parents let you come?” he asked surprised as we walked out.

“i told them i was going to scarlets for the night.” i say laughing and we got in the car. “shit speaking of i need to call her and tell her to cover for me, her parents always cover for me to.” i say picking up my phone as i got in the car. “you go on dates often?” he asked laughing. “no actually, i’ve like never been on one because my parents” i say putting the phone up to my ear.

“hey” she said and i responded “hey i have a favor”. “yeah anything” she laughed. “okay so yk how i told you i had to do something tonight?” i ask and i look at matt and he smirked. “what are you doing?” she asked “well me and matt went to the movies tonight and-“ she cut me off “matt sturniolo?” she yelled through the phone and he heard it and started laughing. “yes scar, and-“ she once again cut me off. “y/n he’s so fucking hot, god and his tattoos you’re so luck-“ it was my turn to cut her off.

“scarlet stop. you’re yelling and he can hear you so…” i explain to her as matt held back his laughs.

“oops anyway what’s your question” she asked laughing. “so if my parents call your parents can you tell them i was with you” i ask. “yeah ofc i’ll go tell them right now, bye i love you” she lowered her voice “get back to matt” she whispered. “okay thank you i love you too bye” i laugh and hang up. “well ” he laughed putting on his seatbelt.

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While we’re driving matt asked “wait if you told them you were staying the night what are you gonna do when you show up home?” he asked. “um idk i’ll come up with something” i say honestly getting worried as i didn’t think about that. We had pulled up infront of the neighbors house.

i sat for a second and took a deep breath. When i unbuckle the seat belt matt asked “you know, why don’t we stay out for a little longer, its late but we can like- i don’t know go by the lake or something” he suggested. I hesitated. “i really want to matt but it’ll be harder to make an excuse the later it gets” i say feeling bad. “stay at my place” he said quickly.

“are you sure?” i asked “yeah my parents aren’t home, my brothers are but my parents are at my grandparents house, come over” he said. I thought for a second “yeah sure what lake are you thinking?” i say and he smiled “you’ll see” he laughed and drove off.

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“oh my gosh i’ve never seen this lake matt it’s beautiful” i get out. “not a lot of people do” he smiled after getting out too. We walked over to the dock and sat down dipping our feet in. “Wait i’m scared are there like fish or like sharks” i pull my feet out. “no y/n” he laughed, “it’s a lake there’s just like small fish but mostly in the middle or other side because people being here” he explained. “oh” i laughed putting them back in.

“wanna get in?” i asked smirking. “i don’t have a bathing suit?” he laughed. “neither do i” i stand up. “come on it’ll be fun” i take my shirt off revealing a sports bra under. “yeah whatever” matt stood up taking his shirt off. I take my pants off revealing the lacy underwear i had on. He took his off and we stood at the end just staring at the water. “how cold do you think it is” i ask not looking at him. “we won’t know until we get in” he smirked.

I reach my hand out “same time?” i asked nervously. “yeah” he grabbed my hand. “1….2….3…. go.” we jumped. We both swim to the top and we just started laughing. “we’re so stupid” he giggled. “god we are” i say swimming toward him. I was infront if him when he breathed out “you’re like really pretty”. he said and i paused “i think you’re pretty too” i responded making him laugh and playfully roll his eyes.

“thank you for taking me out” i pant. “thanks for going out with me-“ we started leaning forward. His hands went around my waist. am i about to kiss matt sturniolo- we got interrupted when we heard a branch break. “did you hear that?” i whisper. “yeah” he whisper and we slowly started swimming toward the dock.

We heard footsteps and we swam under the dock. My breathing was loud due to me being so panicked and startled by it. Matt put his hand over my mouth. “stupid fucking kids” a man muttered above us. He walked away. We waited a few minutes before coming out laughing. “matt are we allowed to be here?” i asked giggling grabbing my clothes. “nope” he laughed grabbing his clothes.

I grab my hoodie out of the car and go in the woods and change into the sweatpants and hoodie. Matt did the same into the sweatpants he had on before. I got in and he was already in there shirt less. We pull out of the woods and start driving.

[journeyintofiction]

hiii, can u a do a Christmas shuri x reader. where its cold in wakanda and they just stay in and make hot coco while watching Christmas movies maybe even set up a tree? <33

I had so much fun writing this and I hope you enjoy!

Happy reading :)

Being from a background where Christmas was celebrated every year with pretty lights, inflatable snowmen, gifts, and all the festivities. Not celebrating it in Wakanda the first year felt odd and somewhat upsetting since it was my favorite holiday as a child. Shuri, as always, picked up on the subtle sadness I had tried so desperately to hide. Upon, telling her how much I missed Christmas, she made it her mission to put-up decorations and celebrate with me. Even Ramonda and the Dora Milaje seemed to take part and enjoy the festivities, and soon enough Wakanda was celebrating it but in a non-traditional way.

The temperature at this time of year is normally a bit warm, but after several days of rain, the temperature dropped dramatically. It made the perfect environment for Christmas treats like hot cocoa, freshly baked cookies, and making gingerbread houses.

“y/n, come before the movie starts and bring hot cocoa please.”

I jumped a bit after hearing Shuri call out for me and get up from the chair I was lounging in, “I’m coming gimme a second.”

I get up and start making hot chocolate for the ladies in the next room before I go over there. Once I have everything ready, I carefully walk over to the family room where everyone is sitting and waiting. I look over to my left and see the Christmas tree is up but not decorated yet and I look down to see garlands, lights, ornaments, and a tree topper laying on the floor in piles.

“Hard at work I see,” I chuckle and set the tray of hot cocoa down.

Shuri smiles at me and grabs a mug, “yes, we are here slaving away while you are in the kitchen making hot cocoa.”

I roll my eyes and turn to Ramonda, Aneka, Ayo, Okoye, and Nakia then ask, “how do you all deal with her.” while handing each of them a steaming mug.

Ramonda shrugs and with a straight face says, “I have to put up with her she’s my daughter.”

We all burst out laughing and see Shuri sputtering and gawking at her mother before she responds, “really mother?”

I walk over, sit next to her and cuddle up to her side and pat her back, “well I put up with you because I love you if that makes you feel any better.” I feel her let out a sigh of exasperation.

Before she replies with a snarky remark I ask, “which movie are we watching together tonight?”

Aneka speaks first, “I have heard good things about The Polar Express.”

I gasp and squeal in delight, “that was my favorite movie when I was back home, I would always watch it in school before we went on break.”

Everyone agreed to watch The Polar Express and got comfortable by grabbing blankets and sipping their drinks. I cuddle up to Shuri and kiss her on the cheek before laying my head on her shoulder. She wrapped her arm around me pulling me even closer and started rubbing my hip in slow soothing motions.

Once the movie ended we got up, stretched a bit, and moved to finish putting up the Christmas tree. I felt like something was missing so I picked up my phone and started looking for holiday music to set the mood. I chose the Frank Sinatra song “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” and pressed play.

“y/n, this is what you would do back home during the holiday season?” Okoye asked while starting to put the lights on the tree.

“Yeah, I did this with my family every year, no matter how rough times were. It was a good time to forget struggles and issues.” I say with a fond smile as I remember the childhood memories associated with Christmas.

We put the garlands on, the ornaments, and finally the tree topper, which was a golden star that shimmered when the light touched it. The other ladies in the room clean up and move to put their mugs in the kitchen leaving Shuri and me with a few minutes alone.

I feel her come up behind me and wrap her arms around my waist to rest her head on my shoulder. She sighs softly and asks, “I hope this has helped to relieve your homesickness?”

I nod and hum, overwhelmed at the feeling of being home away from home. I turned around in her arms, “thank you my love for being so accommodating.”

She rests her forehead against mine, “of course.”

We lean in at the same time to share a kiss, just as things get heated, we hear someone snickering and turn to look.

“If you two are done making out, we would like to watch another movie,” Ramonda says with a smile.

“Mother!”

A/N: Hello lovely people I hope all of you are doing well! For the anon who requested this, I hope that you enjoy it! I freaking love the holiday season and Christmas will always have a special place in my heart. As always please forgive any grammatical errors and please send any requests you may have :)

[chamomileharry]

hii, do you have any fic recommendations where harry likes to cry during sex? hahaha sorry for this is so random but thank u <3

hii! i am so so so sorry it took me a while to get to this ask <3 please read the tags (: if you have other requests, feel free to ask, enjoy!

𓄼 Naughty Girl (1k) by ItIsWhatItIs9194

Harry absolutely hated getting fucked anally. Louis knew that, too. But he knew that was the point. 

Or

Submissive Harry has a pussy and needs to be punished.

𓄼 it’s part of me, apart from you *need an ao3 account* (1k) by orphan_account

Louis leaves and Harry forgets. 𓄼 I have often prayed for an angel (2k) by orphan_account “Daddy,” he whines, voice already growing high in pitch. “Can I? Please?” “Of course angel,” Louis whispers fondly, hand tangling in Harry’s hair as he brushes it back. He loves Harry’s long strands, maybe even more than Harry does himself. “You look so beautiful on your knees like that, so eager to suck my cock.” “Mhm,” Harry hums, already licking at Louis’ slit. He begins to suckle softly at the head, peering up at Louis with wide eyes. The angel wings stretch on either side of him, and it’s so obscene, how filthy the act they’re doing is in contrast to the white feathers adorning Harry’s back. “Love your cock Daddy.” Or, the one in which Louis fucks Harry in the VS wings after he wears them onstage. 𓄼 Blankets Off *need an ao3 account* (2k) by MYGiswhipped Every time the boys watch a scary movie, Louis lets Harry cock warm him. Harry doesn't know why Louis will only let him do it during scary movies, but he's determined to make the most of it when he gets the chance.Also: it's hard to explain, but the other boys are in on and actively participate in Louis and Harry's sex life. Sometimes Harry just needs the extra attention and praise. 𓄼 like craters in the moon (3.9k) by orphan_account “H—Harry,” Louis moaned, hips stuttering forward a bit. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna come.”

And then Harry said the four words that changed everything.

“Come in my dimples.”

Or, the one in which Louis has a thing for Harry's dimples. 𓄼 baby i’m a four alarm fire (4k) // by orphan_account harry and zayn are known around the neighbourhood for their loud fights, the nice old lady across the street finally calls the cops. louis is the new officer in town, and harry is very persuasive. there's also arson somewhere in there.

𓄼 Cigarette in my left hand, Corona in my right hand (4.9k) by thebreadvan

Tears are running down Harry's cheeks freely now, and his chest is heaving and his cock is leaking and - "Fuck, shit -- mmnghhh -- I'm coming".

"Mr. Styles", he hears from his laptop, "I'm going to have to ask you to turn off your microphone." Mr. Winston says and Harry's eyes bulge out of his head, Louis stiffening under him.

︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵　

Or, lockdown is hard, online classes suck and it's too cold in the apartment, but Louis keeps Harry warm. Harry's class hears all about it.

𓄼 oh how I wish that was me (4.9k) by orphan_accoun

A tear drops, and then another. A pathetic sound escapes his mouth, pitiful just like his thoughts.

Because Harry wishes it was him.

He wishes he was the one with a baby growing in his belly—a real one that is. He oh so wishes this whole thing with Louis becoming a dad was real, wants Louis to be the father of a baby, to be announcing his excitement over starting a family—but not with some random girl their management picked up. He wants it to be him; the person Louis is sharing this experience with, wants to be the carrier of their child—children—so so much.

But, he wasn't, and it's not like he could ever do that for Louis. And that knowledge hurt more than anything, every single day of his life.

Or, the one in which Modest! still sucks, Harry breaks down and Louis comforts him.

𓄼 complicated freak (5k) by likelarry

Harry has always fantasized about having a gangbang and Louis indulges him.

Or the one where Harry gets fucked by multiple people to fullfil his orgy, gangbang fantasy.

𓄼 Nothing But A Fucking Playboy (6.2k) by soin1d

Harry is like any teenager - horny, needy, and desperate for a good fuck. He's always eager to submit himself to his boyfriend Louis despite his dirty mouth and cocky attitude. He wants to be used, fucked, and treated like a filthy slut whenever and wherever he is, and he'll do anything to get his way.

Or the one where Harry uses jealousy to push Louis off the edge at a Halloween party. Because Harry knows Louis always fucks rougher when he's angry.

𓄼 Baby Honey (47.3k) by JesHallvol6

“Is that Louis Tomlinson?” Niall shouts in his ear over the booming bass of the club music. He points over Harry’s shoulder, bouncing up and down to the beat.

Harry’s head has never turned so fast in his entire life.

[popponn]

Hello bbgrill merry christmas and hbd, it's me ur water spinach 🫵. We've done like half of this greeting and entry through dc and english hard but anyway

I'd like Yae miko from genshin pls with canon / post canon settings n for the tropes i want a bit of domestic however i saw your "fuck it we ball" option up there and I'm 👁👁 so go ahead and fuck it we ball the rest of the tropes (ik u have some tropes u want to do at least once during this event, feel free to do it if it fits) but pls make it full fluff no angst

Just use chene for the alias don't use the water spinach one, virgo, istp, likes games n dislikes hot weather and waking up early pls let me have my sleep 🙏, and for hobbies does drawing counts?? Crafts?? I don't think bengong counts as a hobby so. Fav movies, I'm the type of person who just turns on youtube n pick whatever vibes I'm sorry 🙏. Love language ig it's quality time and / or act of service, ik u can do personality without me explaining anything anymore bbgorl we've spent hours both on dc n irl good luck 👍🦵🦵 also feel free to use jp / indo songs just don't pick one from your 2010 kau hancurkan aku dengan sikapmu indonesian galau song playlist I'm asking for fluff not angst do not cinta ini membunuhku me.

Optional part, soft pretty ppl who can also kick ass while still smiling IS hot. Thankyou. 🙏

a tune, an image, and a story of...⋆｡˚

yae miko is an enigma. she is full of mischief and wonder—living up to her existence as a fox yokai. and since long ago, you have come to accept the fact that it is one of the many parts that make her alluring. as unclear as your relationship with her is, you are comfortable with it as long as she lets you adore those many wonderful parts of her. and that is how it has been for all these times. until one day, that enigmatic part of her grows to a truly puzzling degree. (or in which, miko and you are in love and live together. though in a true foolish romance style, only miko is aware of this, while you innocently and ignorantly think all of this as a ‘something less than lover more than friends’ and ‘regular sleepover’—like a dumbass.)

you awaken to a pair of soft lips on your eyelids. you don’t immediately open your eyes, drowsiness still gluing itself heavily onto you. however, right as your consciousness nearly drifts away once again— “i have woken you up with a kiss and you still refuse to?” a voice, teasing with a lilt of a mock sigh, speaks right next to your ear with a puff of warm breath. a hand snakes up around your blanket-wrapped body, gentle but strong enough to refrain you from jumping away out of sheer surprise. that hand, though, only fuels your shock even more as your eyes fly open and your head snaps to your right. a gentle color of a familiar pink greets you with a smile. right, miko—you remind yourself. your ‘something’—a friend? but what friend insists on a sleepover every day on the same bed and— “just because you already wake up doesn’t mean i will allow you to dream with eyes wide open,” miko tugs your ear, regaining your attention once more. her smile grows sharper and you are fully aware that your brain is still not ready for whatever it is that will come. “now—” you try to get away, still, despite knowing the result, “can i—” “no,” she replies sweetly. “now—do you remember what today is?” in the most honest way possible, you really don’t. “…no…?” “oh, poor me,” miko sighs and you fear she will finally resort to fake crying. it truly is too early for that.

miko’s laugh is as melodic as always. in the flustered, shy, nervous manner of a young girl falling in love, you avert your eyes away. your fingers unconsciously fiddle with the floral ring on your hand. it is soft and you doubt it would last long—but, the ghost of miko’s touch remains. not quite as a warmth, yet far from a freezing coldness. it is very miko, in her own way. “oh—oh, really—” miko gasps through her chuckles, her laugh still resounding from your side, “—i can’t believe you miss that confession. and to think after you make me be the one who confesses back then—” “hey,” you cut off, finally glancing back at her albeit with an annoyed one, “it was your fault for using all those complicated anecdotes.” “saying that ‘the moon is beautiful tonight’ should be a common admittance of affection, is it not? it’s still a craze even now, you know,” miko tilts her head. “i don’t,” you pettily reply, earning yourself another laugh from miko. as her laugh dies down, the amusement never quite leaves her face. “then, what should i have said then—or better, now?” miko asks, shifting to push her face closer to you. “should have i called you with some special nickname? ‘my little fireworks’, perhaps? or do you prefer something more straightforward like ‘my beloved’?” your face scrunches up. this fox is certainly having fun while basking in the fact that she has heated your whole face up. so, speaking it out loud without much thought, you scoff, “why don’t you just kiss me immediately then?” within a blink of an eye, miko somehow grows even more amused.

notes: as much as i want to drop your @ because hey i know you, i won't because i am kind. i don't usually associate a water spinach like you with pastels and all the colors of a bright, sunny day, but because this story is about 'what should be a lover's anniversary if you were not a dumbass', i think it will suit it well. honestly, what do i even say to you. why did u spill my 'rainy day sad boy mentally sobbing' playlist. sorry it took some time tho. all in all, i hope u like it, i did do my best u know >:( remember to praise me later